Bane!

Since posting a last, a lot of things have happened and changed. As ever, the “housemate situation” is ridiculous… The Saga indeed, continues, however it is all change since the last time I wrote about it.

I last updated to say that Flatmate had decided she was moving back to Spain. I decided that I needed to regain some control and stop letting other people make decisions for me. So… I took it upon myself to find someone to replace her. And I did! But… she won’t be moving in.

I currently live with Flatmate and PossiblyAutistic Flatmate. The latter being a total randomer who Flatmate found on the internet. She is nice enough, but doesn’t like eye-contact, leaves crumbs everywhere and is, in essence, a total stranger. Flatmate chose her because she “seemed reliable” as she had the view that she’d be a temporary fixture – Flatmate would be off to Spain and I had decided to “regain control” elsewhere.

On deciding to regain control, I looked for a one-bedroom flat for just me to live in happily on my own. I simply couldn’t afford anywhere other than a bedsit in Hell Town. Well, I could possibly afford it, but I couldn’t justify shelling out so much money for so little. I then set about searching to replace Flatmate (she was due to move to Spain in early February) and I had around 10 twenty-something year old girls come to view the room. We liked two of them but, after some umming and ahhhing and discussions about Harry Potter, we decided to call one back and ask her to live with us.

I was happy and content that, even though I’d be living with two strangers, at least one of them had been hand-picked by me.

At the same time, The Boy and I have decided to look to buy a one-bedroom flat in South East London. Yeah, boom. Although, hold those horses, I’m happy to tell you we won’t be getting a joint mortgage and we won’t really be living together (as his job will mean he’s in Hereford from Monday to Friday). I will simply be paying him rent and he will simply be buying a flat for me to live in (winner!). We are still blissfully together but not taking our relationship to any dizzying heights just yet!

However, to throw a spanner into the works… Flatmate has decided she’s staying.

And to throw a screwdriver into the works… The Boy decided to put in an offer for a flat last week, despite me having 6 months left on my contract for this flat (as of February 12th).

With one thing and another, this caused a huge row between The Boy and I. We have never argued like that before and I found myself walking the freezing cold streets, in tears, on the phone to my big sister. All is ok now, with some reassurances about why we’re looking to buy a flat…

House-buying and flat-renting is the bane of my life. Apparently that is why we are looking for buy a flat. And because he loves me. Ahhhhh.

Bee Busy

The only blogging and tweeting I now have time for is work-related…

I can’t work out whether it’s and awful thing; I miss reading and being read, I miss writing and clearing my head. And it is awful to think that I’ve lost a part of my life and let it be swallowed up by work.

On the other hand, maybe I simply don’t need to sit and pour my thoughts out any more? Maybe that catharsis has been replaced by The Boy?

There are still things I sometimes feel I need to write about, and I actively tell myself I should drag out the laptop and get typing… But I never get around to it.

This week has been monstrous. I needed some second opinions and shoulders to cry on. It was about The Boy so I couldn’t turn to him. It was something is usually turn to my blog for… But I didn’t.

Now The Boy and I spend so much time together there isn’t the opportunity or space to lock myself away with my laptop. Instead, I ran out into the freezing night and sat on a park bench to call my sister. Maybe I need to make time to write again.

I definitely need to make time to read!

Moronic

“I don’t like Him; He makes you do bad things”

“Like what?”

“Like making you pay for strippers and making you ditch me at the last minute”

I don’t like The Boy’s boss. Because of what happened before, with the strippers, and because he has The Boy at his beck and call.

This weekend, he told The Boy on Sunday morning that he has to be in Bristol on Monday morning. Could he not have planned ahead and let him know that in advance? As a result, I’m currently sat on Bristol Temple Meads train station platform with too much luggage… When we had planned to drive back to London together.

Last weekend The Boy cancelled his leave because He had fucked up and needed someone to look after Him. The Boy rushed to His aid and lost a day’s holiday without even blinking.

I would understand more if it was just his boss and he was just doing it because of his career. But knowing that it’s because he sees him as a friend, despite his moronic behaviour (strippers, infidelity, work fuck-ups etc), just irritates me. It feels like misguided hero-worship.

I have said all this to The Boy… But it still irritates me! What is a girl to do, eh?

Mullet

After such a shitty week, I decided I’d cheer myself up with a new haircut. So I found a salon that had space for me on Saturday afternoon.

I came out definitely not cheered.

The panic alarms started ringing when the girl washing my hair, who I assumed was the Saturday hair-washing girl, pulled out the scissors and revealed herseld to be The Stylist.

On claiming she’d finished, I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to cry. My hair is thick AND there’s a lot of it… She’d not used straightening irons on it so it looked like a huge puffball. I asked her to straighten it, and I was informed it would cost me an extra £5!!

Even after £5 of straightening… It looks like I have a mullet.

My thick, long hair, has been shredded into layers, ranging from 2 inches at its shortest, to 7/8inches at its full length. Mullet-like.

On calling my friends they assured me it would be fine. On seeing it in person, they’ve not been able to lie to me. They’ve told me it will grow and that they like the fringe. So I will be sporting a fringe and ponytail for the next month or so!

I do not plan on posting any photos so just don’t ask!

The thing is, what I’m only admitting to on this blog, is that I feel it might be my fault a little bit. I went to a cheaply cheap place because they were the only ones who could fit me in at the last minute. I should have known.

Jack of all

I may have found an answer to my Bristol Conundrum…

http://www.bristol.ac.uk/education/students/masters/msure/

I’ve not mentioned it to The Boy yet as its still not even thinkable for another 18 months, and I’m still sorting through it in my head.

But it genuinely excites me!

Better start saving!