An update of sorts, quickly

I have to go to work shortly, but I feel bad that I'v eleft it so long to update the blog so here's a quick revision of what's gone down in the past month or so.


It seems that the good friends that I loved and relied upon have decided to leave me. I fell out with Jamie (and Kate) over a silly happening that could have so easily been avoided and now I don't speak to or hear from any of 'that lot'. I'm sad about this, but oh, the ball is in their court now, so to say.

Nat and Hilton, the last friends that I do hold dear, are currently occupied because her mother has had an operation, so I don't resent them for not being around or anything. Hopefully I'll see them tonight.

Lizzie is back from Lancaster, which makes me very happy. She's back with us at work for the Christmas period to liven things up a bit in the coffeeshop.

I've spent every night, since about three weeks ago, in my room at home, trying to be occupied.
I've written a song (I'm looking for bandmates, by the way).
I've tidied my 'space', finally.
I've sorted all photographs and images that I wanted to but have been putting-off for about six months.
I've dyed my hair pink, in parts. I need a haircut now, though.
I haven't touched my big blue pig for ages, so I look forward to emptying hundreds of pounds worth of 50p's next weekend.
I've had a decent night's sleep!

A dispute with the university is still ongoing. 'They' still insist that I owe them money for living in halls. I still insist that I DO NOT LIVE IN HALLS, you can see where I'm going with this. It's still currently a never-ending battle. Who'd have thought that an education institution that I PAY to attend is actually attempting to blackmail me in to staying there and pay fees that I don't owe?
I'm worried about deadlines (in about a month) and the fact that I'm not going to meet them. I have applied for extensions and have an appointment with my personal tutor on Monday to discuss all manner of issues.

My stress levels are incredibly high at the moment. My brain hurts.

My cousin, Zac, has been released from prison. I'm very happy about this, although I guess they've only let him out because the cells are overflowing. 'Tis the season, after all.

I go to fetch Ritch from Plymouth on Thursday, though. There's a good thing. I miss him loads and can't wait for a good old fashioned kiss and a cuddle. This would actually be completely shit if it weren't for him being around. I'm such a loser.

At least now you know what's going on with me, eh? God forbid anyone was ever worried! pfft.


Until next time.