If i had a million dollars I'd buy you a green dress (but not a real green dress that's cruel)

So I am at work. I think this is the first time I’ve found myself bloging this early, when I say early I meant 10.17am.

Where to start,

Well first, apologies. I know I have been rubbish and not bloged in like forever and I’m sorry but you know, I have a busy life and as much I like bloging and keeping you all informed it gets a bit difficult sometimes when life gets a little more hectic. Now I am done defending myself I’ll move on.

So I went to stay in Lincoln this weekend just gone, I went over to see my aunty Laura and Joe. I had a good time. Lincoln is such a pretty place, and has such nice bars. And their accommodation puts mine to horrid horrid shame. But I love where I live so I don’t care so much. I met some of Joe’s friends, and some of Laura’s friends and god quite merry, watched a hell of a lot of scrubs and futurama and black books (and said the word and way too much) and wondered around to the cathedral and castle, both of which are stunning. I came to the conclusion when I am rich that I will buy a castle and live in it forever. I also decided that Dylan Moran is wrong, The most I can achieve if I put use all of my potential is eating more flavoured snacks than just cheese, hence he is wrong. Ooo and something interesting happened:

Me and Joe went out into Lincoln with a couple of guys from Joe’s course (this was after we went to a bar with my drunk aunty and friends) and a small group of us tailed off into this club called sugar cubes. We met this guy there called DanP and he was so drunk it was untrue, we were going to carry him back to court 2 (where he lived) with the two other guys we were with but by the time we’d got to Joe’s he’d passed out twice and we decided it was best to let him sleep in Joe’s living room, this wasn’t a problem because he knew 2 of the girl who lived in Joe’s flat anyway. Any who Joe and I went to bed, we were top and tailing and very drunk so just passed out in some vaguely bed like area. I thought I could see someone stood next to the bed a few hours later but decided it was in my head, the person I thought I could see next to the bed proceeded to jump into the bed and onto me waking me up completely. It turned out to be DanP who had in fact slept walked from the living room into Joe’s room and jumped on us. After about ten minutes of kicking Joe in the head telling him something wasn’t right he woke up and helped me carry DanP back to the living room. Then we went back to bed locking the door. That was one WEIRD night!

Ok that was that. Now onto other things. Me and Joe were coming back to Wolverhampton on Sunday night (Joe wanted to get his glasses and some cheap shopping from my ASDA) and it was snowing really really badly, so badly that there were train delays and we got stuck in Birmingham! It was lovely, we went for pizza and burgers in the snow and trudged home, turns out Joe had to go home this morning because the weather was still bad yesterday morning.

I joined a Society yesterday; I am now a member of the Students Union marketing society. Which is pretty much just to do with promoting the union and getting more people through the door, Which should be fun. It’s a very small society but I get paid in Unio’s for every 200 people that come through the door and it looks like it’s quite good fun so I am not going to complain.

I’ve been having a bit of a worse time of lately. My medication makes my mood seem to switch between ‘no bodies going to keep me and down’ and ‘I’m going to kill everything’ in a very short time space, and on that subject I think it’s time I noted that I don’t think it’s fair that I keep making time for people who have no time for me. I go out of my way to be there for certain people and why should I when they can’t do the same for me? Or even consider doing the same? I’m fed up of it, it’s a waste of my time and effort and care for people who couldn’t care less if I live or died just so long as they had talked about their pointless, trivial, petty problems to death. I’ve had enough and I want it stamped into their faces how it’s their fault I’m not around anymore, not mine, and how selfish and self centred they really are and that what I am doing is looking out for myself for once because I can’t handle anymore of being people’s shoulder to cry on and not having anywhere to go when I need someone. I need a break to, you know? So you know, that’s that on that front.

I have a lecture after work, and just enough money to buy a sausage roll before then. And then it’s home home home for chunky chicken and chips and possibly finishing off my flapjacks, and defiantly having another mega hot chocolate. I have recently discovered hot chocolate. It’s so amazing with marshmallows in it and they go all melted and lovely. Man I cannot wait until payday.

So I suppose I should go and make it look like I’m working.

I hope this update was sufficient :p

Katie x

PS: a million dollrs by the barenaked ladies amuses me.