Same shit different year

OK so I haven’t written this blog since the end of Feb – and actually quite a lot has changed. I don’t even have my diary with me, so I can’t do a chronological update like I usually do (and lets face it, they’re boring as fuck anyway).

The main big news is that I moved back to Sheffield, and then a few weeks later I broke up with Daniel. There are lots of (good) reasons for this, but I’ve learned over the years not to elaborate too much in a blog, some things should be kept just between me and my friends. I also finished working at The Northern, it just wasn’t sensible (or cost effective) to keep travelling to Manchester for work.

So all change really, but I’ve been finding it harder to settle in than I thought I would, I didn’t have any work at all (until last week), and the usual money worries, and I haven’t seen my friends that live in Sheffield very much… completely my own fault. I’ve been lonely but at the same time I haven’t really wanted to socialise that much. Strange… and not like me really. I’m starting to feel a bit better now, and I have some good nights planned so something to look forward to at least.

I had a brilliant bank holiday weekend, I spent it in Manchester with Daniel because it was his birthday. We went for a very civilised, grown up meal, and then got wasted a bit on the Sunday. Strange how I tend to get on better with the guys I love once we’ve split up

Speaking of which, I’ve been seeing Tom Brown very frequently, watching films, Lost (arrghhh) and new series, like Breaking Bad (pretty good – give it a watch). I remember we first watched Lost in French, in Sammy’s room in Paris. Julien copied it for us. We fell in love with Jack (and then Sawyer). And in a few weeks it will ALL be over… I can’t believe it.

This year also seems to be the year of MARRIAGE. Now in the past I’ve been a bit mean about marriage, my official line being that I don’t believe in it, and will never do it, it’s a waste of money etc. Now whilst this is still a little bit true, I think what I mean is, marriage isn’t right for me. But it is probably a good thing to do for other couples. This year, Sammy and Dave, Kristy and Rob, Nipa and Jit and even POPS and Wendy are getting married.

I’ve got to say, it probably would be very nice to have a big shiny diamond.

But anyway.

I’ll probably leave it at this for now… I’ve got more to say but it’s late.

More later.

Loves.

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PS – can’t stop lolling @

No pain no gain?

OK so I know that we’ve been doing things to ‘enhance’ our beauty since time began, but seriously… fake hair colour, fake hair extensions, fake tan, fake nails, fake eyelashes, fake boobs… guys – I thought we were supposed to be keeping it real?

What would we look like if we were on a desert island for a month?

Not like Kate from Lost, I can tell you that.

Although, a coconut diet might work wonders added to the jungle trekking exercise regime. Don’t think I could get over the armpit hair though.

Speaking of Lost, it’s better than ever. Can’t wait to see how this time travelling shizz pans out… but please, please please, just tell us this series, who is Jacob? What’s the smoke monster? I’m also proper loving Horace (70s dharma initiative dude, and Ethans pops). He’s so chilled out. ♥ LOST!

Anyway, I’d better get on with my CW folio, aka dissertation – 15 days to go. WTF.

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First Post of New Blog

Hello again lovelies. It’s been too long, hasn’t it? I know I terminated my old blog on my msn space (which is still available to view but I’m not adding to it), and actually I started a new, anonymous one, here on wordpress – fabulous – but actually it didn’t work out very well and I’ve deleted it and decided to start a new one. This one.

I think what I’ve realised my blog was best at, is two things. Firstly and foremostly (and I know I’ve said this before but it deserves reiteration) you cannot underestimate the theraputic benefits of writing down your thoughts and having a little rant. Simple as that. But secondly, and perhaps this won’t come off well, but it also facilitates the sort of mild stalking that one can do on facebook. I know you can only view your friends, but I have something like 500 of these friends, and for some, we’re really stretching the term ‘friend’. I think accepting someone on facebook whom you hardly know means really what you’re saying is, I don’t mind if you mildly stalk me.

In theory, I’d add everyone who was interested in mildly stalking me. Well it’s quite flattering really isn’t it? But you can’t do that, because it’s my friends and family on there too – and actually I don’t want some stranger stalking them, mildly or not.

This mild stalking sounds really malevolent, doesn’t it, but it’s not – there’s hardly any chance of rape or murder (shame) (joke), in this context what I mean by mild stalking is seeing what your ‘friends’ are up to without actually getting in touch with them. You can see who has a new car, a new boyfriend, a new dress. And pass secret judgement from the comfort of your own bed. It’s basically fucking amazing.

All of this sounds like we can’t be arsed to actually go out and have friends anymore, but actually that’s not true. Facebook is a fairly accurate measure of how much you’re friends with someone. It’s all about how many photos you’re tagged in together. Close friends have the majority of tags, distant friends/old friends have a medium amount of tags, and outer circle friends (friends of friends etc) have only a few. Those who have none either hardly know you, or don’t spend much time with you socially.

Anyway, my main point is, this tool is excellent at keeping abreast of all different degrees of friends with little effort. A blog, especially one like mine tend to be, are pretty much just extensions of that. So you might realise what I was up to at the weekend from seeing the pictures and brief status updates – but do you know why I was there, or how I felt about it? Do you know what actual shit went down? Enter the blog.

So it’s not 100% that, but you get a basic idea. The best part is, I can say what I want, when I want, however I want. And if you don’t like it, don’t fucking read it

So: right now I should be doing work on my final year project. Dissertation/Creative Writing Portfolio. But I ain’t. I’m going to TB’s to watch the last 3 weeks of Lost.

And sorry for the blog title, but in reality it’s probably quite accurate. Most of what I write is complete and total self-indulgent bollocks. Soz.

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