oh! and we have a house :)

feeling positive :)

So, after all the fretting, the wondering and the woe, me and the Boy are no longer Me and Mr Boy. He decided that the age difference (small but problematic nonetheless) means that we are looking for different things in this world, and that the timing is unfortunate.
It was a very mature way to end the relationship, I must say, but we all have to grow up eventually.
I am now the proud owner of a vibrator!! I know, how exciting. Me and my best friend and her sister all went into town to purchase them, after some lovely lovely cocktails in our most frequented bar. It's all very exciting. Perhaps being single again will not be so bad.
It's also not that bad, because now me and the boy are no more, he is being much more friendly and affectionate, which is enjoyable because I do like him very much as a person, not just as a boyfriend. So hopefully a new path has been forged for us. I remain optimistic about this.
Being at home has also helped my head I think, 1) getting away from the boy, 2) seeing the best friend lots and 3) not having to pay for anything and getting home cooked meals and laundry done et cetera.
Hurrah for feeling positive and enjoying life, with all its twists and turns.

boobs

Oh my god. My housemate actually just said to me: if you had your boobs and you were thin, you'd be really hot.

Cheers, mate. Thanks so much.

I hate boys.

house hunting

Househunting is stressful. It doesn't help when one of your housemates is whinging and hypothesising about leaving uni. Idiot. Cut us some slack will you??

I am feeling alot less wasted on the day now.

Mr Leon who lives opposite me is playing his terrible music.

I am reading an exquisitely written blog.

I can hear Craig who lives next to me laughing at a dvd a just lent him.

All these things make me very happy, and content that the world is as it should be.

I can't help but feel that I'm wasted on today. My makeup is really really good (incidentally I'm not exaggerating, I'm just making the point that my makeup is unusually flawless considering it is I who has applied it). 

Also, my hair is quite nice too. No stupid kinks, silky but not greasy. Not too try hard. Just nice.

And do you know what I'm doing with this (relative) perfection? I'm seated at my desk, procrastinating. I have revision to do and am not keen you see. All my housemates are out, househunting for next year, and my two best friends are having cosy time with their respective boyfriends.

Where is my boyfriend? Dropped off the face of the earth perhaps?

So, I will continue to read Belle de Jour and envy her prose; I will continue to read the guardian weekend magazine; I will continue to look good for nobody other than yours truly.

makeup and medicine

Oh hurrah! I have new foundation. The last one made me look a little jaundiced - yes that is a nice way of saying yellow. Being someone who is unwilling to throw perfectly good things away, I kept with the foundation, but I'm very relieved that the new bottle hasn't had the same effect.

Another new purchase was a lovely stripy rainbow umbrella. But the first time I took it out, it broke. So today I returned to Accessorize to return it. Full refund - hurray!! I wouldn't have bothered, but it set me back £15!!! That's extortion in anyone's book. For that sum I would at least like to have a functioning brolly!! 

So, I got a refund, and then went to Woolies and got myself a much nicer one, decorated with butterflies and beads, for half the price!! Who needs Monsoon and their overpriced and faulty goods?

Argh. Am not feeling well at all though. Since about Friday really. Really tired and grumpy, with a horrible sore throat that grates when I cough, which is often, and loudly, and body shaking. Ugh. Have been moping in pyjamas and a blanket most of the time.

I wish Mr Boy would come over and look after me. But that's just me being a pathetic girl. Ag. Still, I will allow myself a little wallow, and a little wish that he was here, stroking my hair and feeding me oranges...

Ho hum :)

Just Lemsip for me then (gag).