So yesterday was pretty fun…

Met up with Sophie for a few drinks at the pub, had a good catch up and a bitch about the people we know haha. Haven’t seen her in a year but I have known her since I was 4, got suprisingly drunk though, not like crazy drunk but I was a little worried seeing as I was meeting another friend a few hours later. Went home, had dinner and a nap and I was good to go!

Then I went and met Stacey; another friend I have known since I was 4, we went to the same pub as I had gone to earlier; Luckily the bar staff were not the same as the ones earlier or it’d have been a bit awkward. There was a “DJ” (basically one of the bar staff with headphones) who did a limbo competition and another guy that worked there made everyone do this dance routine, and then the obvious YMCA, macarena and cotten eye joe came on - there was a conga line, it was awesome haha. He even played my def leppard, guns and roses and alice cooper requests, good old dj bobby… There was this group of northern blokes there who apparently were related trying it on with Stacey which I found funny, they did fit the lads on tour stereotype which was even better, anyway I was telling them how Andrew is northern and that we are engaged and everything; it was quite sweet- the youngest one was clearly trying to keep up with everyone else and was absolutely wasted, so I got him some water because I’m a fucking good guy. So we stayed around those guys because they became all fatherly and stopped other guys trying it “oiii, go away, she is engaged.. to a northerner!” So anyway, when the pub shut at about half 2 me and stacey deided we had to have mcdonalds so had to get the bus to kings cross. On that bus this other guy was talking to me about uni and apparently has been to Lincoln, doubt it though as he said it was a great night out…unlikely, so yeah we got our food and walked home. Was a pretty funny day :)

Good morning :)

I’m actually up and dressed and make uped before 12, I need to keep doing this otherwise I will literally just stay on a sofa for the rest of my life. Going to the pub later :) Excited to actually have a conversation with another 20 something human!

My last post was deleted because

I got it wrong, I thought the job was for 3 months but it is 2 or 3 weeks which I could do, and would earn about a grand to go into the Australia fund. The job might not even become available but if it does atleast there is some form of certain money.

Lol at me.

I get so angry at people so easily I should probably go to anger management like Andrew’s friend. But ARGH some people really need to get some fucking perspective; having a housemate that is messy is not the same as living in a “house from hell,” try to stop people killing themselves from a bad house, that is quite bad. The fact you saying “ohh I was so depressed because they wouldn’t buy the shower curtain” is just seriously embarrassing, if you think this constitutes as a bad experience I pity how you will feel when something real comes along.

Then the calm part of me chimes in and thinks; yeah but people only know feelings from the limits of their experience, so this person may not know worse than this. But I still get fucking annoyed lol.

I think I know now why it is I hate London…

…It just isn’t my life anymore, when I moved I completely controlled everything; where I lived, what I ate, what I watched and who I hung out with. Here, because I made friends with people when I was 11 and subsequently stayed friends with them, they are not the people I would choose for myself now; not in a nasty way, just they do not have much in common with me or I with them, we have different feelings on what is acceptable, and what is insulting/annoying etc. So now that I am back here it kind of feels like the last 3 years didn’t happen, I’m in my old room and being let down by the same old friends who did the same thing 3 years ago, the same living room with the same programmes on tv that were on then. The same conversations with my dad in the morning and the look of horror from my mum when she comes home and the house is a mess. This is not my life here, it just feels like me staying in my parents spare room which is essentially what it is. I just want to go and have my own life again which wont be happening for a good 6 months or so, I can’t remember how to live in someone elses house, how to eat the food they buy or to watch the crap on tv they like. It is really strange that at the end of the day nothing really changes.

I am sooooo boredddddd

I think when my dad goes out in the next 10 mins I’ll do girly day seeing as I literally have nothing to do and no one to see. I think I’ll shower and wash my hair, put on my dressing gown, do my nails and eyebrows and watch a film. I miss living with people. I mean my dads allright and we’ve just had a nice long chat about ww2 but I miss Andrew and Laura :(