Friday, December 28, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
I feel sick
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Ahhhhhhhhhhh I'm so excited
Confessions of a guilty mind...
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
no work avo.
Monday, December 17, 2007
I told you so....
Sunday, December 16, 2007
sweet and short is his dad and this post.
Friday, December 14, 2007
blood pumping.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
busybee
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
*evil cackles*
Monday, December 10, 2007
Comparing, contrasting and conclusions.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Bridget Jones Moment.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
A connection and a closeness that is hard to ignore!
Last night I was reminded again of how completely incompatible we are. I was chatting to him online, yes he struck up the conversation with me, yes he made that bit of effort and therefore I chatted back. He asked what I was up to on Saturday and I told him about my hair appointment. Well, he made me feel bad about having a hair appointment as if there was so many other things I could be doing with my Saturday rather than getting my haircut. What the crap? I came away feeling bad that I’d booked myself a hair appointment and some relaxation time.
Anyway, he wound me up a bit.
This is the bad bit though. You see on Tuesday Flatmate was online and I happened to tell Flatmate about the Climber Dude situation and how it was upsetting me.
Then during me feeling guilty for booking a hair appointment. Flatmate appeared online and started chatting to me. He started telling me how much he’d missed me lately, how he missed the sound of my voice, how he missed me not judging him, how he’d missed seeing my face and my smile and how he’d missed me getting excited about the smallest things, he told me he missed us being naughty with one another. It was really random, he didn't even know that at the same time I was chatting to Climber Dude who was making me feel back about myself.
I started to feel better, I started to tell him how I’d missed him too, how I’d missed him talking to me for hours, how I’d missed him randomly turning up and us chatting the night away, how I’d missed the closeness we had.
I know, I know I shouldn’t have been reminiscing about how good the past was definitely considering it was all a facade anyway, but the facade even tho it's just a pipe dream facade it was making me feel alive inside.
He asked if he could come round, I told him I didn’t think it was a good idea as I was feeling vulnerable, he said that he was going to come over anyway. I like it when he gets assertive but I also know he’s got a girlfriend and we just can’t pick things up where we left things.
About 45minutes later he’s at my place and I just feel too weak to tell him to leave, definitely considering he’s driven from the city next to my city and truth is I wanted him to be there I’ve been craving for some attention lately.
We sit on the couch, and I lay my head on his shoulder, he gently runs his fingers through my hair. We just sit chatting about us. He was telling me how I accept him for who he is, how when he gets cranky I allow him to be cranky. I laughed. I don’t really allow him to be cranky, when he’s cranky I just take the piss out of him until he starts to laugh. He then said how he missed my smart arse comments and how I make him feel. He asked if he should stop telling me how much he missed about me, I told him that maybe he should. I told him that he shouldn’t have come, but I’m glad he did. I told him that I wasn’t going to sleep with him because until now we’ve been doing really well (also I feel like he knew I was vulnerable and was using that to his advantage) he told me he didn’t come because he expected me to sleep with him but just that he wanted to be with me. My heart was melting slowly inside. If only he was single, if only.
“Hey you’re tired” he said.
He was right I was completely shattered these past few days had really taken things out of me.
“How about I put you to bed for old times sake” he said.
I couldn’t argue with him, he picked me up into his arms like he always used too when I was tired and he carried me to my bed (I was already in my jammies it was late when he arrived), he jumped in beside me, he pulled me close, my I’d missed that smell and this closeness, he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. I fell asleep in his arms.
I remember waking up to use the loo and he was still there and when I came back from the loo he asked me if I was ok, to which I said I was fine (although I’d already started to think about Gifty and if Gifty was me, how I’d feel and why when it comes to Flatmate does he manage to have this hold on me, I also was thinking I should really put this to an end before it starts, Christmas is coming I don’t want to be thinking about Flatmate being with Gifty at Christmas, thoughts were already consuming my mind) yep I’m fine I said. I snuggled up and went back to sleep.
I woke up this morning and in true Flatmate style he was gone and the bed felt extremely empty. I picked up my pillow and cuddled it to me, why does he do it to me, why does he tell me the things I need to hear, why does he make me feel like I’m the only one for him when I know I’m not, why do I allow him to – who knows.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
*lick finger put finger in air and 'ttzzzzzzzzz' sound*
So silly!
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Ouch that one hit home!
I can't read him.
For Irish Lil (pride has prevented me from sharing this with anyone).
When I was a little kid I was obsessed with Australia and everything Australian. I watched Neighbours and home and away from a young age, used to like Flying Doctors, everything Australian I loved.
When I was a teen we finally got the internet at home and I found myself searching Australian chat rooms and meeting Australian men online.
I became a penpal with one of the guys I met and we’ve been in contact ever since I was 17, he’s now married and I met him and his wife (who was girlfriend) when I was in Australia in 05.
Anyway, to cut this long story short I’d always wanted to go to Australia. I had high hopes of Australia: Blonde toned surfers, (that I imagined would be like Brad from Neighbours) Great weather, great beaches, good music, good night life, easy going life style, bbqs, relaxation, bush, rainforests, the 12 apostles, amazing views, the great barrier reef – seriously what wouldn’t there be to like about Australia.
However, no one seemed to want to come with me, none of my friends, none of my family – Australia was my dream and it turned out it was my dream alone. Therefore to get there I’d have to travel alone.
I’d never travelled alone before, I’d done a heap of travelling but always with best friend or other friends.
However, Australia was my dream and Australia I was going to go to.
I saved money, I booked my flight, I booked my hostel for when I arrived, I got my visa sorted, I was going.
I remember my mum being scared shitless about me travelling alone, I remember my dad being tremendously proud, telling me stories of how he hitchhiked round Europe when he was younger.
The day I was leaving I could hardly contain my excitement, I people watched at Heathrow airport, when I sat on the plane I’d already noted which seats the cute guys were in and let me tell you seat 36c was a hottie. I’d already text Best Friend a number of times describing seat 36c to her. This was it my adventure was about to start.
There was a guy in the seat next to me who was meeting his girlfriend in Australia who had already been working there, and we hit it off straight away and when we weren’t sleeping we chatted the whole way. His accommodation wasn’t too far from my hostel so we shared a taxi when we finally got out of the airport the 24 hours later.
It must have been about 5am when I arrived at my hostel and guess what…. They didn’t do early morning check in – I couldn’t believe it!!! I was stuck outside my hostel at 5am with the heaviest back pack in history, after a 24 hour flight, completely knackered not knowing what the crap I should do.
After about 30mins 2 guys came out of the hostel for a cigarette, to this day I have no idea what they were doing up at 5.30am smoking outside the hostel, it’s not as if they’d just returned from a wild night out but they let me in the hostel so I could wait in the hostel instead of outside.
This was when I realised that check in opened at 9am and I had hours to wait before I could get to my room and finally put my belongings some where safe.
I decided to have a shower I went into the bathroom with all my luggage, and figured it would be safe with it being so early in the morning, when I came out of the shower my nose started to bleed, I assumed it was because of the air pressure from flying but it just bled and bled and bled I thought it was never gona stop.
When it finally did stop I went to take a look at my watch, my watch had gone!!! I couldn’t find my watch, where the fuck was my watch???
I started to freak out everything just hit me all at once
I was in a hostel but couldn’t get to my room
I was a million miles from home
I was alone
I’d just had a mammoth nosebleed and probably lost about half the blood in my body
I was hungry
I was tired
I had no idea what the time was
I’d lost my watch.
I started to cry, I kept crying, I cried some more. I wanted to call home and say that’s it I’ve been in Australia for a few hours and I’m ready now to come home, I knew I couldn’t do that because this was always suppose to be my personal challenge but it was also my dream and my dream was rapidly turning into a nightmare.
After crying for what seemed like forever, I gave myself a prep talk, I found someone who worked at the hostel who let me get into my room early, I had a nap and then I booked a tour and went on a trip where I met some people and made some friends.
Soon enough, I was happy and during the time I was in Australia I missed home like crazy but during those times I’d give myself a prep talk and make sure I’d get around people. I found my watch a few weeks into my trip, I’d put it in my jacket pocket when I’d taken my jacket off to have a shower that day.
There were still lonely times during my trip, there were still times when I thought “Shit – I’ve really done this” or when I thought “Shit I can’t go home and I want my mum”.
Girls get emotional, girls get irrational, girls let the smallest of things upset them, I was so strong in mind until I lost that bloody watch, not knowing the time reduced me to tears.
But you know what it’s ok to be a girl, it ok to be emotional, it’s ok to be irrational because in those times you pick yourself up, you sort yourself out and you deal with whatever is thrown at you.
So Irish Lil, even though your new move has been tough, I know you’ll be just fine. Us girls, we always are.