Sweet disposition...

So I'm finally blogging again. Although unfortunately this will be the only one in a while due to not having the internet at my new house yet. It's a Lancastrian house I'm sharing with four friends. It's awesome. Except that it has no internet.

I waited from bout 5p.m. to about 9p.m. yesterday for a man called Rob to turn up with a router to fix our problems and connect us to the world wide web via broadband. That didn't happen.

It screwed me over mentally in a quite a weird way. I'd done pretty much nothing all day, just lounging around like you do when you're bored and have important stuff to be doing. And then I was waiting for four hours to be connected to the internet. I had to wait downstairs too so I could hear the guy knock on the door (we have no doorbell) and that was boring. I got all agitated at every car that came past the window, thinking that it might be the guy coming with the internet. I got more and more irate as the hours past and more and more bored and more and more upset and just fucking annoyed.

Then my boyfriend Sam called.

This was awesome. I know he doesn't like talking on the phone (neither do I much) but I'd left him a message earlier to tell him to call me so we could chat about stuff (seeing as he's down at Bangor university in Wales and I'm in Lancaster and I've not spoken to him since (on the phone) since he left Lancaster).

We managed to have a really good, lengthy chat about how he's coping down there and what I'm planning on doing and how he's feeling and stuff like that. It was nice. There were a few awkward pauses, but that's to be expected when you stick a dyslexic and a dyspraxic (both with slight phone phobia) on the phone to each other.

He's awesome. I love him. Very much so. I was thinking about giving him an ultimatum and asking him to convince me to stay with him.

Now I don't need to.

I know I love him too much to split up with him. It's going to be tough, but we CAN make it work.

It's DarkSide tonight. I'm having people paint me in many different types of swirls in an array of different colours. It's going to be awesome. I haven't been able to use my paint over the summer (even though I've been to a few DarkSides) on the basis that it would involve my parents seeing me in copious amounts of paint. Which they don't like.

I had my face painted for Midsummer and they saw it as "taking a step backwards". Like I'm supposed to grow up or something. It's annoying. They shoud know by now that I'm not going to become a serious adult like they are any time soon. Hopefully never. But I can look after myself. I've not given myself food poisoning and died or set the house on fire or done something stupid and dangerous.

I CAN COPE AND ACT LIKE AN ADULT!!!!

HAVING A CHILDISH SIDE TO YOU IS A GOOD THING YOU UP-TIGHT, FUCKING ANNOYING BASTARDS WHO DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!

*Ahem*

Excuse the small rant there. It had to be done. First blog in a while and all that. I have a lot of pent up emotions that are spilling over like the endless barrage of emotions flowing constantly from my soul, pooling on those around me, inadvertently affecting everybody around me with my mindless outrages and heart-less apologies.

This is good. Very theraputic. And it actually sounds poetic for once. Yay. Or not yay as the emotions might dictate. We'll see.

That's all for now.

xx