BOOM, yeah, back on the scene :)

Bet that boom shocked you.
It shocked me.

So, today I'm not going to beat around the metaphorical bush, I'm going straight in with my daily rant.
Today's subject? Specsavers, once more.

Specsavers irritates me. Those of you who managed to stay awake during one of my (many, boring) posts last week may or may not recall how I lamented being kept waiting for many forevers before my eye appointment there, and how dramatically it all ended with the eye people telling me my eyes had actually gotten better and that my specs were way too strong?
Well, if you didn't, there were some of the highlights :)
In one stupidly long sentence.

Well, they originally told me that I'd have to wait less than a week to pick up my new non-blurry lenses, and that they'd ring me.

A week and 3 days later, I turned to my Mum and said 'Have we heard from Specsavers yet?'

So we rang them up and caught them out. We reckon they've had them in all week but they just forgot to ring.

We then went to pick them up and were told we'd have to wait an hour for them to be cut, and that they couldn't even cut them there and then since they were about to close.
WHAT. Since when did we have to wait for them to be cut?! No one prewarned us of this. I was positively outraged and proceeded in getting ever so slightly 'shirty' (always wanted to use that word :p) with the manager, particularly over the fact we hadn't even been told that they WERE READY! GRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Was not a happy bunny :(

Since we can't get back into town for aaaaages because of my Mum's show (oh lordy, wait till I get blogging about THAT), I don't even know when I'm going to get them!

Thanks Specsavers for being OH SO DIFFICULT and for trying to making me BLIND. That's my theory. In order to keep themselves in business they try to make innocent people like me blind so we keep having to come back for eye stuffs. PAH.

This morning I suffered a near death experience in the form of a maths past paper, but then this afternoon came one of the best hours of all my 16 years.

The story begins a few days ago. Mother dearest comes in from work and says 'HMPH (she really does hmph, you know), I think you're stressed.'

OH WELL AREN'T YOU OBSERVENT. (Not that I'd say that really. I'm slightly less rude than that.)

'I've booked you in for an appointment with the massage-person (okay, so she has a proper job name) I go to this weekend.'

Erm, woahhh...*screechy needle off the vinyl noise* - I was a bit confused (as per usual), and a bit suspicious, actually. Since when has mother dearest ever done anything like this to me?! Usually we're too busy screaming at each other to do anything else. Apart from our occasional civil visit into town on a Saturday.

But, seriously, twas incredible. SO relaxing. Pain was involved, but nice pain.
That sounded less odd in my head, but it makes sense if you too have been lucky enough to have had that sort of treatment :)
I just made that sound a lot worse.

Getting off that topic, yeah, I've had a good day :) Amazing what a bit of relaxation does to you; when I came out of the place suddenly the world was perfect and everything was a dozen times lovelier :D

It's done wonders for my creativity too, I'm songwriting all over the place :D

In fact, I shall get my guitar back out now :) If only I could play more than my usual 8 chords...