First of all. Who is actually reading these? Much appreciated if you could comment so I can actually get a look see on who I'm talking to.
Continuing on with more pressing matters, my weekend. Awesome! Basically I thought I would be staying at my mums this weekend and hugging my computer as it's finally back to life. No idea how much I missed it, BUT I SURVIVED! Ha. So I thought I'd be here, tapping away, maybe go to this gorgeous shop Desigual which is like a semi-designer shop with loads of pathwork, crazy colours and prints.
Buutt. Ended up I went to me dad's for the weekend. Got some chinese noodles for dinner/breakfast. Yummers. Then popped over to the boyf's where we played Halo: ODST. For a girl who doesn't actually own an Xbox360 I think I played pretty well, kept up almost on par with the boyf. Not with P.D (P.Diddy, Ha!) as he is mega.
Then we watched Pulp Fiction, good movie, didn't live up to the hype to be honest. And we had an Austin Powersathon where we watched all three movies over the course of the night and morning. Stayed in bed snuggling and being warm until about one in the afternoon.
I played with Hama beads, for those of you who don't know it's like little beads you make patterns out of on a spikey board and iron and they melt and stick together. Never got to play with them as a kid and so happy I finally got a go. I made a cute love heart and mine and boy's names. Yes, I'm sappy and sad.
Had to walk back to my dads in the pouring rain with my overnight bag and stuff I bought from primark and towing my bike. Boyf tried to shelter me with an umbrella but my right arm was totally out and I was soaked to the skin. Not. Happy.
Then came back to mums and me and Sissy have ordered a nice Dominoes pizza with cheesy garlic bread, chicken strippers and cookies. Oh yes. Now I am happy.
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Sunday, 29 November 2009
Friday, 23 October 2009
My Day - Episode Two
Well. Today I woke up round my boyfriend's house. (I love being able to say that!)
He's so adorable when he sleeps. He's finally realised I can't sleep with him touching me in any way, like even toes touching my leg, so I got a really good nights sleep. He told me apparently I sleep weird. I don't really snore, I just have heavy breathing that borders on snore and sometimes I stop breathing momentarily and I seem a bit... you know... dead.
Then we had a nice morning hug/tousle. You know when you start hugging then you realise your in a prime position to make your feet tickle theirs and they can't move? No? Perhaps it's just an us thing.
Got up and showered eventually. Had my first breakfast of frosties, bleurgh. Then we went to my house. Trying to scooter on the side of a bike whilst holding a ukelele is more difficult than you'd think! Got to my dads house, had second breakfast. Lay down watching tevo, realised I was bored shitless. Like actually bored out of my MIND!
So we played Payday. It's like a kids version of monopoly that moves really fast and instead of moving around streets on a board, you move around days on a calender. It's more fun than monopoly. Boyf won, surprise.
Dad came home. Had my suitcase packed and I am HOOOMEEE!
Aka, back at my mums house where I spend the majority of my time, and can chill out muuucch easier. Bring on the nail painting and scented candles. My room smells crazey when I'm chillaxing.
So yes. Now I am back at my house, mum's house. Just being in my room. I should be unpacking really but hey, what's more important?... Yeah. Unpacking. I'll get to that.
I think I may have to take pictures of my room to give you a tour in a blog sometime. Yeah, that's a good idea.
He's so adorable when he sleeps. He's finally realised I can't sleep with him touching me in any way, like even toes touching my leg, so I got a really good nights sleep. He told me apparently I sleep weird. I don't really snore, I just have heavy breathing that borders on snore and sometimes I stop breathing momentarily and I seem a bit... you know... dead.
Then we had a nice morning hug/tousle. You know when you start hugging then you realise your in a prime position to make your feet tickle theirs and they can't move? No? Perhaps it's just an us thing.
Got up and showered eventually. Had my first breakfast of frosties, bleurgh. Then we went to my house. Trying to scooter on the side of a bike whilst holding a ukelele is more difficult than you'd think! Got to my dads house, had second breakfast. Lay down watching tevo, realised I was bored shitless. Like actually bored out of my MIND!
So we played Payday. It's like a kids version of monopoly that moves really fast and instead of moving around streets on a board, you move around days on a calender. It's more fun than monopoly. Boyf won, surprise.
Dad came home. Had my suitcase packed and I am HOOOMEEE!
Aka, back at my mums house where I spend the majority of my time, and can chill out muuucch easier. Bring on the nail painting and scented candles. My room smells crazey when I'm chillaxing.
So yes. Now I am back at my house, mum's house. Just being in my room. I should be unpacking really but hey, what's more important?... Yeah. Unpacking. I'll get to that.
I think I may have to take pictures of my room to give you a tour in a blog sometime. Yeah, that's a good idea.
Monday, 19 October 2009
Something Epic Happened!
Surprise surprise I actually have something interesting to tell you.
My mother changed her mind. Oh, you heard me right, she changed her mind. Epic.
So the full story. I have been dating my boyfriend since I was fifteen and us being totally in-lurve we started getting jiggy a while after we had got together. My mother found out about this through my dad, who accidentily almost barged in on us. Not fun.
The parents are separated and have been since I was eight. In fact I really should have mentioned this earlier. I will do a quick family run down.
Mum and Dad, both nuts, dad's the soft one, obsessed with dvds and online gaming into the early hours. Mum is the protective one, rightly so. They split when I was around 8 years old, the day before my older sister's tenth birthday. Ouch or what. Anyways, they had split up. Mum found her partner and he moved in with us when I was nine and living with mum and sis. Dad was living alone until recently when he found his partner. She is really nice, we have the same taste in movies and have a laugh. Sis basically lives in her room all the time, hunced over her laptop, computer, psp or a sketchbook. Art obsessive. She's eighteen at the moment. I turn seventeen next month.
Back to the story. I was with the boyf in my room and Dad tried to throw open the door but I managed to tell him not and we then h ad to go downstairs and break the news. He was not best pleased and immediately rang mum and told her. From then on,many rules stood in place. As the parents have begun to accept that the boyf is here to stay, the rules have changed slightly. Instead of not being allowed upstairs together, we are allowed in my room but with the door open. Wow.
One rule looked like it would never budge and that was that I was not allowed to stay round the bofs house and vice versa. However, shock horror, this has changed. Mum had come in once after having a bit of drink and I felt a little brave and decided to get her point of view and put my own across. Despite foaming at the mouth and the partner feeling so awkward he kept changing the subject to Pizza, mum agreed to think about it.
Lo and behold next morning I spoke to mum and she said that I was allowed to stay round the boyfs house.
Hallelujah!
My mother changed her mind. Oh, you heard me right, she changed her mind. Epic.
So the full story. I have been dating my boyfriend since I was fifteen and us being totally in-lurve we started getting jiggy a while after we had got together. My mother found out about this through my dad, who accidentily almost barged in on us. Not fun.
The parents are separated and have been since I was eight. In fact I really should have mentioned this earlier. I will do a quick family run down.
Mum and Dad, both nuts, dad's the soft one, obsessed with dvds and online gaming into the early hours. Mum is the protective one, rightly so. They split when I was around 8 years old, the day before my older sister's tenth birthday. Ouch or what. Anyways, they had split up. Mum found her partner and he moved in with us when I was nine and living with mum and sis. Dad was living alone until recently when he found his partner. She is really nice, we have the same taste in movies and have a laugh. Sis basically lives in her room all the time, hunced over her laptop, computer, psp or a sketchbook. Art obsessive. She's eighteen at the moment. I turn seventeen next month.
Back to the story. I was with the boyf in my room and Dad tried to throw open the door but I managed to tell him not and we then h ad to go downstairs and break the news. He was not best pleased and immediately rang mum and told her. From then on,many rules stood in place. As the parents have begun to accept that the boyf is here to stay, the rules have changed slightly. Instead of not being allowed upstairs together, we are allowed in my room but with the door open. Wow.
One rule looked like it would never budge and that was that I was not allowed to stay round the bofs house and vice versa. However, shock horror, this has changed. Mum had come in once after having a bit of drink and I felt a little brave and decided to get her point of view and put my own across. Despite foaming at the mouth and the partner feeling so awkward he kept changing the subject to Pizza, mum agreed to think about it.
Lo and behold next morning I spoke to mum and she said that I was allowed to stay round the boyfs house.
Hallelujah!
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