I'm gonna take you back to MY HOUSE...

WELL. Hasn't it been a while? The beauty of privacy. Ahhh.

Lying in bed for the first time in ages and been able to surf the ol' world wide web.
Just a quick update, Ellen and I aren't really talking now, long story that would be inappropriate for blogspace. I've gone back to my course after giving up for 3 weeks and my tutors have been amazing. I'm pretty pleased I'm staying, really. Doing well with the most current assignment but probably still behind most other people.

Aaaand I'm afraid I was a tad naughty today. You see, one of the many people that came and went through the Victory st flat was a man we like to call Mr James. I can't really explain him to you, because I'm pretty sure he likes to keep information about him on the web to a minimum. But anyway, he'd been living on the couch for months and a while ago, we celebrated his birthday. I don't think I have ever drunk that amount of RTDs before and actually A. Not had to pee every 5 seconds, B. Not fallen asleep. So by 11pm we were both a kind of blur of drunkness and we ended up getting together for a while. Then, long story short I broke up with him because I couldn't handle being ignored by him when I spent 90% of my time in his presence up until he moved out and didn't come to see me or even call for a week. I felt terrible but I did it by txt because I didn't want to talk to him on the phone. Now everything is good and he reckons that we're better together when we're not together, if that makes sense. And this afternoon before he went back to his place, he told me to stop on the way through and I kinda just said "Well I'll probably just head straight through," because what the hell is the point of me going there and just wanting to leave the whole time because he just does his own thing and I was absolutely shattered. Then I felt bad because he was all bummed out. But then he shouldn't have been a wanker and shouldn't have tried to tell me off for "stealing the blankets" when there is only one, it's mine and if he wants it he can fuckin' come closer and all problems will be solved because I'm like a walking radiator. Blah blah blah... I know.

Life is relatively boring. I lost my plot and obviously left my ciggies at Shardy's and now I've had no before bed smoke and I won't have my morning fag. So maybe I will be drinking a bit of coffee....