Mini update

Already six days into November and no posts so far, even though I had internally promised myself that I would start blogging more. I just have no motivation to do anything at the moment. It’s probably a combination of being back at school after half term and knowing I need to actually do things now, ear pain, and the fact that my mind is a big mass of confusedness at the moment.

As far as school is concerned, it started back on Monday and so far this is the second day I have been absent, although I have promised my mother that I will not be off school again for a long time. The absence is due to the aforementioned ear pain. I have done basically no homework during the past few days, despite knowing that I have important work that really need to get done. Furthermore, I left my Philosophy and Ethics folder in a classroom somewhere on Monday, and I have not yet made any sort of effort to go and find it, which is incredibly stupid of me, as I shall need it for coursework improving purposes.

I don’t think there is any point in talking about my ear pain for any great length of time, as it isn’t a particularly interesting topic, but basically, it has been hurting since Friday, and I got about two hours sleep on Monday night because of it. I saw a doctor on Tuesday and am going back today so hopefully the problem will get sorted out. I’m sort of tired of only being able to hear things in my left ear.

I am not sure where to get started on my mind to be perfectly honest. I’m not sure what to think anymore, and I am pretty sure that I am slowly becoming emotionless, whereas I have always been a very emotional person. Maybe this is my body’s way of coping with everything that is going on at the moment. There is, first of all, a financial aspect to this, in that my dad has had his hours shortened at work (he will no longer be working at all on Friday), and this has led to my parents stressing and acting like we are completely poor. I don’t mind asking for fewer things, but it is quite annoying when they are acting like we can barely afford to live, when my dad has actually only lost half a day worth of working hours. School is another worry, but I think I can skip talking about it, as I have mentioned it already. I have no idea what I can say about the other thing that has been bothering me. I’m not sure if I am panicking unnecessarily, or whether I have an actual reason to be worried. All I will say is that at the moment, it feels as though everything is falling apart at such a rapid rate that soon I will have nothing left to cling onto. I am not sure if I am in control or not, and I hate it. Hopefully I will be able to do something in the near future to improve the situation, but for now I guess all I can do is get on with things and try not to think too much.

In other, more positive news, I bought a poster of Brian Molko from Placebo from eBay the other day. It is in the post now, I just need to wait for it to arrive. I am currently trying to decide how I am going to rearrange my other posters in order to incorporate this one. There are only two posters in my room at the moment, but they are on the same wall, and I will probably have to put on of them on the other side of the room in order to make space. Oh, the post came a few minutes ago. I think my poster actually arrived, but instead of ringing the doorbell to check if anyone was in to take it, the postman decided that it would be a good idea to just put one of those ‘Sorry, you were out’ things through with the rest of the post. Where is the logic in that? I now have to wait until tomorrow to fetch it. I temporarily dislike Royal Mail.

Hopefully this weekend should be quite nice. On Friday night I am going to see Guillemots at the Custard Factory in Birmingham, and I am taking Ally with me. I didn’t realise when I ordered the tickets, but they are actually playing there as part of Gigbeth, as well as it being the first show of their Fishbone for a Drink tour. Unfortunately, this means that we are going to have to get into town early in order to fetch wristbands, and make sure that we are not late, because once the venue reaches full capacity, people will start being turned away. Why is nothing ever simple? I am supposed to be seeing a friend on Saturday, but that may not happen now as he has flu. Hopefully he will get better, but if he doesn’t it is not the end of the world. Sunday should be pretty good. I am going out for lunch with my family, consisting of two aunts, two uncles, my parents, my brother and his girlfriend, my sister and her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and me, obviously. Food is always nice.

I am actually quite excited by the fact that you can now put polls in blog entries. I like polls. I would quite like to make one but 1. I have no idea what it would be about and 2. I am pretty sure nobody would actually bother voting. Nevertheless, I shall continue to think and hopefully I will come up with something.

That’s pretty much all of the news I have at the moment, so I shall stop typing now. No doubt I’ll think of something else to say within the next couple of days, and come back and post something else.

***Update***
I discovered that the ‘Sorry, you were out’ card was actually written yesterday, but the postman didn’t put it through the letterbox until today. Odd stuff. But anyway, I now have my poster, and it is next to my bed, so I get to wake up to Brian every day. Joy!

 

Fatfatfatfatfat

I think I might stop eating. Well, I will live off one meal per day. I don’t care if it’s not healthy, I’m just tired of not being able to fit into any clothes.

 

Trampolines

Today I realised that there is a possibility that weight loss may have very slight disadvantages. I am wearing a t-shirt that used to fit really nicely and now it is a bit loose. However I am not complaining, and anyway I will probably gain the weight all back again like before. I lost five pounds, then gained four and then lost three. Maybe I will gain two pounds sometime in the near future. It would certainly follow the pattern. It’s strange though because I don’t particularly look or feel thinner. Maybe I should measure my waist again. I love food so much. Maybe that’s why I keep gaining. It sure would make a great deal of sense.

 

Can I have a grande skinny latte to go?

Clearly the answer is no.

I never really understood why some people dislike Starbucks so much. Yeah, the drinks are overly priced, but I figured that it’s pretty much worth it if you like your drink, plus you get a nice atmosphere in which to read, or have lengthy conversations with friends. Some may argue that the drinks contain ridiculously high amounts of calories, but with the option to have skimmed milk and no cream, I thought that it wasn’t a problem. Yes, I have always been pretty pro-Starbucks, but that was because I had not had any unpleasant experiences. That’s not to say I won’t go there again. I’m just not its biggest fan right now. This is what happened:

I decided that I wanted to get a coffee to drink on my way home from the shops, so I went into Starbucks. I didn’t have my glasses on, so I couldn’t read the prices. I have memorised the price of a tall latte, because that is what I usually have, but I really fancied a grande today. I politely asked the woman in front of me if she could read the price out for me. She informed me that it was £2.40. Shortly after, it was my turn to order my drink, so I clearly asked for a grande skinny latte to go. Grande. Skinny latte. To go. Not difficult is it? The woman seemed to understand what I asked for, so I paid my £2.40 and went to the end of the counter to wait.

A ridiculously long amount of time passed. An annoying number of people who had ordered their drinks after me received their drinks before me. Eventually, one of the employees acknowledged my existence and asked what I’d ordered. I told her that I had ordered a skinny latte to go. I waited for a further five or so minutes, bringing my total waiting time up to about twenty or so minutes, and then my tall skinny latte to go arrived. Sorry, what? Tall? Now, I’m not one to complain, so I took my drink and sort of tried to ignore the fact that I had paid 35p more than I should have for what I had been given, put some sweetener in it, and left the shop. Unfortunately, to top it all off, the drink really did not taste very nice. Joy. So basically, what I am getting at, is that the service in the Starbucks in Sutton Coldfield is terrible. There you go. Now avoid it. Or not.

 

Chinese tea

Right, so you put the pellet-type thing in the see through mug, yeah? And then you add boiling water. And very slowly, the pellet thing starts to open up. Eventually, it opens up completely and it is actually a marigold with jasmine flowers in it. And there you go; the perfect cup of Chinese jasmine tea. Seriously. It’s so cool.

 

Trapped inside a box of glass

The easier it is to pull her in, the more he wants to push her away.

My father bought a new computer monitor today, for basically no reason whatsoever. Now there is more room for my mug of tea on the computer desk, which is always good. And it is wider and brighter and generally nicer. I do like it when my father does one of his impulse buys, especially when they benefit me as well, sometimes even more than it benefits him. I have decided that life ain’t half bad. I am still breathing. It is nearly Autumn (!!!!), which, and anyone who knows me well will know this, is my favourite season by far. I like the chance of thunderstorms. I like the way the trees lose their leaves. I like it that it is quite a nice temperature; not too hot, not too cold. Also, school starts again soon, which I am shockingly happy about, considering the fact that I cannot stand school. I find Summer boring, even though I have been having a good time with my friends, I kind of want to have something to do without having to make plans…

I slept for less than four hours last night. This was for several reasons. Number one: my next-door-neighbour was being noisy. Maybe he was having some sort of party. Number two: MY FOOT WAS SO DARN ITCHY. Number three: I just was not tired enough to sleep. Number four: I was thinking too much. So, I finally got to sleep a while after two o’clock AM, only to wake up at… wait for it… SIX O’CLOCK AM. Actually, it was about ten to, but let’s not be awkward and fussy. I proceeded to read act one of ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’, before having a cup of tea and some Special K, and reading the rest of it. I am officially in love with Oscar Wilde.

Anyway, I will stop typing now, because I am sure nobody has read all of this.

 

Cherry coke & White hair

Title by Ally.

So, today has been a rather glorious day. This morning, my phone rang. “OH MY GOSH I’M LOVED” were my thoughts at that precise moment. I answered the phone, rudely interrupting Placebo- Every You Every Me (sorry Brian, not that you’ll ever read this!) and it was Ally, asking me if I was busy today. I said no, as that was the truthful answer and I am not a liar. Usually. So, Ally asked me if I wanted to go round to hers to help her bleach her hair. I said yes, yes I would like to very much, so I agreed to meet her in fifteen minutes. SHIT! There I was, full cup of tea, still piping hot, in need of a good wash and teeth clean, un-makeup-ed. How I managed to only be a couple of minutes late is a total mystery, but never mind.

We bought the powder bleach, cream peroxide, toner and intensive conditioner, as well as a cherry Coke for Ally and cranberry juice for me. I am THAT cool. After we had finished in Sutton, we came to Ally’s, where the whole operation began. Mix powder bleach with cream peroxide. Apply to hair. Leave for 20 minutes. Rinse hair. Dry hair. Mix components of toner. Apply to hair. Leave for 30 minutes. Rinse. Shampoo. Apply intensive conditioner. Leave for fifteen minutes. Apply face mask. Leave on for fifteen minutes. Remove face mask. Rinse hair. Dry hair. Oh, and I had a shower while Ally was applying her face mask. It was exciting.

Anyway, I suppose you are all wondering how Ally’s hair turned out. It turned out well. I think it must be the first time that one of us has got the other’s hair perfect. So now Ally’s hair is as white as a granny’s in parts and verging on it in others, so she is satisfied. That’s a job well done then. I’m available most weekends if you need me.

 

More of what I want, and less of what I need

Adding three to my collection today. I’ll get there eventually.
Buying hand cream. Ran out this morning. Can’t get any more out at all.
Should probably eat something more substantial, but can’t be bothered to sort anything out.
Getting latte cravings. Maybe later.
Had too much sleep. Made me tired.
Content.