That time when #1

That time before we were going out and we were in the play park with all our friends. 

I was playing on the swing and decided to jump off, landed in a big heap on the floor giggling and you were the one who came to see if I as okay. You ran to the shop to get some sticky plasters for my knee and all I could do was giggle because I kept picturing me falling in slow motion and how funny it must have looked to everyone else. Then I smiled a lot because you helped me. 

You even bought wet wipes to clean my hands and knees to get the dirt out of them, then you let me lean on you so I could stand up.

That time when...

Autumn time sadness

After 3 years and 4 months, I broke up with my boyfriend. When I say I broke up with him, I mean we broke up. I'm still not sure who did the breaking but it broke. Anyway, I was fine when it happened, cried a little, but  kinda saw it coming so I wasn't too bad. Now however, I get sad at the drop of a hat. 

By the way, this isn't supposed to be a 'poor me, listen to what makes me sad' post so you can read on without being sick or wanting to hit me.

I didn't realise quite how much of my life I had connected to my relationship, there has been so much in fact, that I regularly get slapped by small things in my day to day tedium that make me go 'oh yeah, i used to have a boyfriend'. For example, the password for my phone was the date we started seeing each other - i failed to notice this until today (its has been changed), I also didn't notice how much I talk about him - almost every conversation I have involves me connecting what we're talking about to him and every other song that I hear makes me think of a time when we sang it in his car or when we sent it to each other just to say it was really good. 

But that stops now! Now I am strong independent black woman! (this is a joke)

Now I can do what I like, when I like. I don't need to worry about not talking for 2 days in case someone gets angry because I don't have to talk to him! We're trying the 'let's be friends' thing at the minute and I do find it odd not talking every day, because quite simply he was my best friend. But it's too goddamn weird to talk to him about having a bad day because the way he used to fix it was to be a complete twat with me and make me laugh -  that just doesn't work these days. 

I'm not sure why it's taken over a week for me to start to feel sad and to notice all the things in my life that are linked to the relationship and everything that's going to have to change, but it sure is horrible. God knows what'll happen next, but I hope it isn't as confusing as all this!

Men are nuts, woman are crazy. 

The Return Rant

It's been blimming ages since I've written anything and to be quite honest with you there isn't much to update you on.

I've started my final year of uni and at the end of this year (god willing) I'll be a qualified teacher with a decent degree behind me and I'll be forced to pretend to be an adult for the majority of the rest of my life - not looking forward to this.

I've moved back into halls again this year and have become a subwarden, basically, I get to switch the alarm off and deliver post to people who are too lazy to come down and get it themselves. 

The biggest update about me is the fact that I've lost at last a stone since June 2013. I'm very proud of myself and hopefully I'll keep going. I fall off the shelf(?) every now and then but I do climb back up and start again. I've been trying to convince people to do more with me, but, as I've found out, people are useless and just want to sleep most of the time. 

Anyway, the reason I've come back to my little blog is to have an almighty rant. It's safe to do it here because I know no one will read the damn thing. My rant will begin... NOW

Today, I hate people. I hate people who ask stupid questions, I hate people who feel the need to tell me all about their lives, even when it was the same as last week, I can't stand people who don't answer their phone when I need them, I hate people who think they have some sort of power over a group simply because they might be the oldest or because they know a little but more than everyone else, I hate people who feel the need to reiterate someone else has just said, especially when I WAS THERE TO HEAR IT IN THE FIRST PLACE and I hate people who smell funny even when they clean themselves - why do you still smell? Why? Someone please explain this to me.

I also hate lazy people, not people who can't be bothered to pause the tv to take their dish back to the sink, but those people who need a nap between going to the shop and making their dinner. How can you possibly need a nap? You've been awake 3 hours and been outside for 10 minutes.

I also hate the fact that I've had a headache for the past 4 days and nothing i do will get rid of it. NOTHING. In fact, the fact I have a headache is probably why all these things are annoying me so much right now. All I really want to do, is go home and get my mum to make a cuppa and have a chat with her, then she can laugh at me because I said something wrong.  I want to curl into a ball and leave the world behind. In fact, after this I'm very likely to make a fort out of my bed and hide inside until everyone stops being a dick. 

I'm also ridiculously sad at the minute and nothing is cheering me up. So if anyone has some magic remedy it would be greatly appreciated.  I am angry at the world and it's done nothing wrong. I'm also strangely jealous of everyone else's room in halls. They all have shitloads of cool nic nacs that make the room theirs and all I have is a load of pictures that make me want to go home before the week is out. In fact, if I had more money, I'd be on a plane home at the end of the week and everything would be awesome!

Now that I've written this, I'm not sure if I'm angry with everyone else, or just scarily lonely? Possibly both and neither. Just bored. Anyway, I'm off!

Crazy Kitchens

Living in halls you expect some food stealing, a little mess and maybe even a little animosity between some people. But you don't want to think about the things that I'll talk about now happening to people you live with, even worse, you don' want to think that someone you live with would do shit like this.

I have to share my kitchen with 13 other girls. That's 3 cookers and 3 freezers for 13 people, so things aren't expected to run smoothly. You should expect that there are going to be times when there isn't enough room in the freezer for your stuff and there isn't a free oven for you to make dinner so you'll just have to wait a while bitch. But I sincerely hope that no one moves into halls expecting really horrible shit to happen. Our kitchen seems to be the set for some weird ass poltergeist movie involving some female students and their food. 

I'd like to take this chance to say that all of the girls who are supposed to use my kitchen are very nice, everyone has their good and their bad. But under no circumstances did I ever think any of the girls would be capable of the crazy ass shit we've had going on. 

There's not much point in talking about the food stealing, except to say, 'WHY DO YOU NEED AN ENTIRE FROZEN LOAF OF BREAD AND A PACK OF RIBS?' The food stealing is expected, and until someone takes something of mine that made a big dent in my wallet, I shall remain impartial to the food thieves. 

BUT, and it's a big but. Kinda like this one...

DAYUMMMM!

I do find it slightly disgusting when people's property gets taken and ruined. I'll give you a little list of some of the shit that we've had happen so far.

1. Phone stolen, smashed to pieces and SIM card cut. Phone returned 
2. Salt poured into sugar bag.
3. Another phone stolen - still not returned
4. Rude messages pinned to the notice board
5. Oven temperature turned up while cooking dinner - food ruined

BITCHES NEED TO STOP BEING BITCHES! I know there can be a little 'tit for tat' going on in halls - you use my milk I'm going to use you tea bags - but seriously? Stealing phones and ruining food on purpose? Someone needs to grow up. And fast

Bitches be crazy

The End Is Near.... Or Is It?

I dunno why I continue to write this blog. I know I haven't been very consistent in the past few months, but that comes down to the fact that I have 7 followers, most of whom probably don't even use Blogger anymore. Which brings me back to my original point. Why should I keep writing if no one is going to read it?

I don't really have any direction when I write my blogs, it's just a way for me to get all the little squiggly thoughts out of my head whenever they seem to have gotten too big. Everyone needs someone/somewhere to rant, and since no one really appreciates my rants, I guess the internet will have to deal with them.

I been in uni for a month now and it is THE biggest waste of time I've ever had the misfortune to endure. How in hell is 12 hours a week sufficient for a 2nd year teaching student? I know people on beauty courses who spend more time in class than I do. The only positive thing about spending so little time in class is the fact that it means I have to spend less time with the idiots who call themselves my classmates. I am a seriously mystified by some of them. I often wonder how they've managed to get up, get dressed and get into uni without being kidnapped or falling down a hole. I have grown women in my class who ask the same question repeatedly and constantly seek reassurance from our tutors about their parenting skills. Just because their qualified to teach, doesn't mean they are the font of all knowledge in regards to children. 

The students might be thick, but it's nothing compared to the way that we get taught. You would expect tutors who've had experience in teaching children from the ages of 3+ would be able to deal with some 19/20 year olds using their phones in class. But no, they can't. They just mention that it's rude and let them get on with it. Also, sticking a powerpoint on screen and simply reading it word for word does not constitute a lecture. It's boring, and teaches us nothing at all. Stop wasting my time and give me something to do!

If none of you see of hear from me for a while, it's because I've built a fort and retreated into it with a book, some tea and possibly vodka.