...in which I feel like it's Saturday and not Friday

Ho hum, twiddly thumbs.

It's been one of those days. Yesterday I mean, today still has the potential to be a bit cool, but mostly not. Yesterday was just scummy though. And tomorrow will be in a similar vein.

I spent hours last night trying to decide on some body ink, to not much avail really. I sorta wish I was one of those people who can rock up to a tattoo place and pick something at random and love it. But I'm not. I even agonise over piercings a lot, which makes less sense.

So yeah, when my stomach pains decide to abate a little and I can bring myself to greet the day I might do some productive things to make myself feel better. How did it get to nearly 2pm already? Ridiculous.

And why is there no lemon and green tea bags left in the house? Ohhhhhhh. I need it.

On the upside, after tomorrow's fresh Hell I have 4 days off work :)

...in which I long for good health

So the last couple of weeks have been eventful.

There was mine and John's year anniversary which was overall completely lovely :)I'm very very lucky.

And then came Glastonbury which was massive amounts of fun.

The 8 hour journey back from Glasto which involved hours of queueing, smoke pouring out of the car engine, rain, a flat tyre, hunger and tiredness was not so fun.

Nor were the health problems that followed. I managed to grow myself a lovely abscess on the bottom of my spine which turned out to be the most painful thing ever. So I've been in and out of the doctors and on mega-antibiotics. Then I got an epic cold and a sexy chesty cough. And finally my wisdom tooth began to feel left out so decided to push through my gums a little more and make my face swell up. Joy.

So I've been pretty much housebound for the last week except for doctors trip and an attempt to go to work which resulted in being sent home. But John has given me temporary custody of his iPod touch which allowed me to complete Myst, beat his score on Flight Control and generally become a Peggle Queen.

Fun.

It's about 2 weeks until I get to go to Sweden which is very cool. Yay!

...in which I do the Happy Dance

So I got my rejection letter from uni yesterday. I wasn't disappointed, in fact I think I was a little relieved. It'd be a waste of time and money for me to do the course now I've got my heart set on teaching, but I knew my dad would push me to accept the place if they offered it to me.

I had a job interview today for a learning support post in a local school, which I wanted so bad! I had my interview a couple of hours ago and they just phoned me to offer me the job :) :) :) :)

Am so smiley. I can now begin to count down the days I have left working in a soul-destroying coffee shop :)

Whoop whoop!!

...in which I has optimism

Oh hai! ^.^

I'm on an epic break from work at the moment, no classes til 1.15. So I'm being a little bit productive.

Things are good at the moment. On Wednesday is mine and John's year anniversary which is very exciting. I'm not in the know yet about how we're spending the day but I'm really looking forward to it :)

And the day after that I'm off to Glastonbury festival which is also falling into the FUN category. Have got most things ready for that now. Still need a camera though.

Aaaaand it's also a month before me and Johnboy go to Sweden, about which I'm twitching with excitement. A whole week somewhere that's not here is gonna be amazing. Double amazing coz I'll be with my favourite person.

After today I only have 2 more days working at the college before the students break up for summer. Am a little bit sad about that, but mostly relieved.

Tomorrow I havea job interview. It's my back-up plan for when I don't get into uni and I'm pretty sure that I won't. C'est la vie.

This summer will be full of epic win hopefully.

...in which it's really you and really me

Morning.

Am up early to go on a tent-shopping trip thats not happening now so am being productive, starting with updating my blog and then going onto painting my nails.

I have Ziggy Stardust: The Motion Picture on in the background. A loverly way to blog I think.

Work is still poo but I'm a mere 10 days away from some time off to do awesome things like have an anniversary and go to Glastonbury. And then only a few more weeks until I'm off to Sweden with John.

I got a bar put through my belly button. My first non-ear piercing. I really like it, it looks nicer than I though it would. Hurts a little bit coz I keep sleeping on it but it mostly feels good.

I think I need breakfast, I feel a bit woozy from hunger :]

...in which I dream

Considering the fact that I was waking up at 5.30am today to go to work (a vile time of morning to get up for a job you don't want to do), I was in quite a good mood when I got out of bed. Couldn't really figure out why though.

Then I remembered that John had been in my dream, which is always nice.

Went to work, almost became the first person ever to die from hayfever, had a bit of a giggle, but mostly worked my botty off.

And on my break I was reading a book on David Bowie and one of the paragraphs was all "blah blah blah Bowie concert tickets" and suddenly my whole dream came flooding back to me. Me and John were buying Bowie tickets because he decided to make my entire life and tour again.

I'm now unbelievably gutted that it's just a dream.

Why oh why is he not touring? It really gives me the hump.

I am so tired :]

...in which I should have posted a spoiler alert

I'm gonna say something I say a lot.... long time, no blog!

I feel lazy.

What has happened? One of the things that's happened right off the top of my head is a weekend in Ascot with my all round amazing boyfriend. We had The Fun, yes we did, had some lovely meals, got some sunshine, visited Staines (lol) and generally had a nice time. And it coincided with our 11 month anniversary :]

Chelsea won, yay.

In the last week I've been drunk 3 times. I feel a bit like I'm growing out of it. I hadn't been drunk for ages up until this week. Don't think my body was very happy about it all. But c'est la vie.

Am seeing John tonight, and I've baked little choc chip muffins. He has about 20 minutes before he finishes work and I hope he doesn't read this before then and spoil the muffiny surprise.