You know how you can sometimes have a bad day? Well I’ve been having a bad couple of days, a whole week to be precise.

It’s not been fun.

I won’t go into details, I’ll spare you that. Just let it be known that I’ve cried, a lot.

But despite all the badness that has been surrounding me the joy of others has still managed to come into my life. I just spent a wee while talking to a friend who has turned their love life around. Permanent grins were the word of the day and you know what? Seeing him so happy I couldn’t help but feel happy too
As he said, I know I’m strong, I know I’ve been through worse than this, but this time I have people who love me close on hand to look after a gibbering wreck of a female.

Tomorrow heralds the start of a new week. Here’s hoping that it’s better than the last one.

Sweet dreams all.

AxXx

Having only just checked my hotmail (I know, I smell), I discovered this little gem awaiting me in my inbox courtesy of Damien.

Fabulous! Now as he said, all I need is a buyer!

AxXx

I know I said I’d update sooner, but I’ve been busy. Life goes on you know.

I don’t really know where to start this time. I had a fabulous weekend in London with my boy, it was really hard to leave again. The long weekend works in 2 ways. The first is that I get to spend as much time with him as possible. The second is that it makes it that much harder to walk away again. I know I’ll be seeing him again soon but that’s not the point. It’s just really hard.

This week is full of riveting activities. Well maybe not riveting, but activities nonetheless. I had a meeting today all about Manual labour and we spent an hour learning how to lift a box correctly *rolls eyes* In fact, the only useful thing to come out of that meeting was the free tea and biscuits. It was good quality tea too. One amusing point was when he spent 15 minutes telling us about all the different back injuries we could get and getting very emphatic. I listened with everybody else and then when it came to my turn to lift the box I calmly told him that I’d put my back out. The expression on his face was priceless. Little things keep me amused.

This weekend sees the Hallowe’en ent at college. Now, I’ve never really done Hallowe’en as such. Being very English, trick or treating was just something that happened on American television. I never really got dressed up either. Well we have a big ent every year at college and this time I’m actually going to make an effort (go me!) A group of 4 of us (including our delightful social chair who i have so far turned into a clown and a 70’s pimp) are going to go as the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
Not just any four though, we’ve taken inspiration from Terry Pratchett’s “Good Omens”. A fantastic book if I do say so myself! So our 4 are going to be:

- War: A red headed beauty with a big sword (that would be me! yay!)
- Pollution: All in white with a tarnished crown (Cozi-bean gets this honour)
- Famine - All in black, goes by the name of Raven Sable and has a set of brass scales (This one is Jimbo. I get to straighten his hair! So much fun!)
- Death: nuff said (played by darling Ben)

I’ve yet to sit down and make my skirt (red PVC, oh I say!) but I will do. Ben has even gone to the trouble of getting us all little business cards printed with actual working e-mail addresses! It’s all very exciting
I can’t recall whether I said or not but I have been made the Supervisor of Entertainment in the Undercroft Bar. This basically means that Sunday nights are now really my babies as I get to play and do what I want. Unfortunately my imagination doesn’t seem to be up to the job at the moment so any ideas would be gratefully received. This Sunday I was going to have a band playing but they’ve been snaffled to play at the ent instead (which is far more important) so now I need to organise something else. We’re thinking pub quiz but have a horrible feeling that a charity is planning one for next Sunday too and we don’t want to get all repetitious. *sigh* It’s never simple. I just need to resist the urge to introduce my head to the desk repeatedly.

Bad thing this week is that I’ve not been sleeping properly, I mean at all. On Monday I did a manic bar shift and fully expected to pass out in all my clothes on my bed. I got myself undressed, crawled in, and then proceeded to try every trick in the book to get myself off to sleep. It got to the point where I was watching the clock go round. I was able to preempt my alarm and resist the urge to cry when 8am came round. I made it to my lecture, sat there for 2 hours, had a busy day, managed to get 45 mins sleep in the afternoon and went to formal in the evening. All good I hear you say but by this point I’d been awake for 32 hours with only 45minutes respite. I went out last night in the hopes it would wear me out. But yet again my body proved me wrong. I didn’t get to sleep til around 3, woke up at 5 and was just managing to drift off again when my wake-up call arrived. I could’ve hit him.

I don’t know why I’m not sleeping. It’s really not good. I hope I get some sleep tonight, I really do. I can’t go on if I don’t get some sleep! Aargh!

Due to my:
not sleeping
having to rearrange this weekend
missing the boy
having a study related headache
lack of skirt making abilities
I’ve decided to crack open a bottle of wine tonight and just sit back and relax with a DVD. Hopefully I’ll fall asleep, even if it is on the beanbag.

I’ll face the world tomorrow.

AxXx

I’m back, I’m exhausted so will update you all tomorrow.

Nighty night.

AxXx

I’m off crutches.

My burst blood vessel is almost healed so people have finally stopped staring.

I’m off to see my boy in just over 2 hours.

I have very cosy slippers.

There are also some not so good things in the world but I won’t go into those. I’ll just say that the people involved know that I’m here (well, kinda) and that we can make things good again. Ooo, cryptic… go me!

I’m off to watch some Lost whilst waiting for lunch. God I love that show!

I’m going to London! Wheeeee!!!

AxXx

So how was my weekend I hear your silent masses cry?

Well to sum it up quite neatly… wonderful
The Boy arrived after what seemed like an eternity of waiting. I couldn’t concentrate on anything! But he got here and I was a very very happy bunny Then followed a weekend of eating too much food, drinking (relatively responsibly!) and generally enjoying being together. The hardest part was letting him go again on Sunday. So hard was it in fact that I got back up to my room and booked a ticket for this weekend.

But not before I injured myself.

Oh yes. Having said goodbye to My Boy and feeling a bit tearful I spied a few guys chucking a frisbee round on Palace Green. I went and joined them and all was going swimmingly until I twisted my ankle. Now you know when you go over on your ankle and you’re thinking “ooo, that’s a bit sore but I can run it off”? Yeh, well that’s what I thought. So I carried on running. It wasn’t until after we’d finished that I realised I was still in quite a large amount of pain. So much so that I couldn’t really walk. I was carried up to my bedroom and started on the best painkiller in the world… a bottle of wine.

So now I’m all strapped up and on crutches. Well I say crutches, it’s more like crutch singular. But at least I’m mobile. I just hope I won’t need it by Thursday. My ankle is all sorts of pretty colours though, like an artists palette
Right now I need to contemplate getting back downstairs (actually downstairs is easy, it’s up I have issues with!) and then going to singing soc. I have time yet though thank god.

On to do some reading for my course. Heaven forbid that being injured actually makes me work! Eek!

AxXx

He’s coming! He’s coming! He’s coming! He’s coming!!!

The Boy is on his way and will be here in a matter of hours!!!

I’m so excited!

*bounce bounce bounce bounce*

YAY!!!!!

AxXx

I just got the senior man and the services manager to penguin walk across the courtyard.

This made me happy.

I got back into my room to find out that I’ve not been recalled for the Panto and therefore I’m not in it.

This makes me very unhappy.

The bad seems to be outwaying the good right now.
I swear I don’t think I’m ever going to audition for anything ever again. It’s obvious that what I thought was a modicom of possible talent is just me being delusional.

I’m going to go to bed and cry for a while.

Well it made me giggle.
Yoinked from Cy (who obviously has far too much time on his hands!)

AxXx

I auditioned for Chapel Choir. I didn’t get in. This was no real biggy as I wasn’t expecting to get in anyway.

I auditioned for Big Band. I thought it went really well and talking to the guy in charge it seemed as though they were quite keen to have me on board.

I didn’t get in.

Fuckers.

It’ll be just my luck if the panto decide that they don’t want me either.
My despondent mood just got a hell of a lot worse.

Being a finalist sucks.

AxXx