I can no longer stand the torture of blackberry.

Therefore, I am moving up in the world. To Iphone. I hope.

I’m trying to find a good deal. I think this is impossible. I don’t think such a thing exists.

So bye bye to all my hard earnt money. Nice knowing you. Instead of nights out I shall be sat with only my Iphone to accompany me in the cold evenings.

I’m trying to cancel my current contract. Every time I rang today to talk about upgrading, it has been answered straight away. I was very impressed. Now I’ve rang to cancel… I’ve been on hold for 10 minutes. I’m hoping this is free and not using my minutes! *hangs up*

I’m not sitting on hold all evening, shall have to wait until tomorrow. *dreams of iphone vanish*

When I finally get into this trap 24 month contract, this phone better be as amazing as you all make it out to be!

Best Deal I’ve found is with Three. But they have awful signal right? Has this improved at all?

£35 a month. £99 for the iphone upfront.

2000 minutes
5000 three to three minutes
5000 texts
All you can eat data

That sounds pretty good doesn’t it?

Seems as I went out with the lads friday night, Saturday night was a night for the girls.

We all wore our LBD’s and met at Tiger Tiger in Croydon. Out of my comfort zone again, but it was fine.

We danced, a guy came over to talk to us. He went off. Then my friends left to go find other friends and left me with the coats etc. So I danced on my own. He saw me from the other side of the crowded room, so came back to keep me company until they returned. Unless I’m extremely drunk, I cannot dance close to guys. I feel trapped. The closer he got, the more I edged back until I hit the wall. I was stuck, and looking uncomfortable. He asked for my number, and text me this morning and throughout the day.

My friend and I went outside and met some men who invited us to their table for drinks. I didn’t think she’d go, but she did. So I followed as I couldn’t just leave her on her own. The other girls wanted to know where we were as they had the coats. Then the arguments started.
My friend wanted to see her friends who were in another club down the road. It was too late for us to get in, but the lads came outside.
People seem to like to tell me Croydons rough, but I’d not seen this yet. Until tonight. A fight started. My friend decided to get involved. She got pushed back into the wall and threatened her face would get smashed in. She didn’t back down and continued shouting. The lads walked off. Useless men.

The other girls met us outside. There was tension. We got in the car and drove to the house, as they argued. I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks, I didn’t want to be here. In the house the shouting started. And the storming off. And the crying. Then the drunken phone calls. There I was, stuck in the middle.

Today I went for a walk around London. It was freezing. And most of the time I had no idea where I was going. It’s nice though, to distract myself.