Back to Brum

I am back in my beloved Birmingham. Whilst I should say that I am sad to see my student life end, I must say that it hasn't hit me as of yet. Right now I am having tremendous fun, watching Sci Fi channel, drinking beers and cocktails, watching dvds and being spoilt by ma and pa. Now all I have to do is find a job. I need money to fund my shoe habit, even though it is on hiatus atm, I'm sure it will be back with a vengeance when I get to NYC. I am off at the end of July because me visa is all sorted yipee!! I can not wait.

I had my last night with OSG. Unfortunately it was annoyingly good. He indulged me, he gave me hugs and kisses, he rubbed my back and feet. We laughed and had a fabulous night. He even gave me some emotion and told me how much he was going to miss me. And then I had to leave the next day. How rubbish!!! But he is going to fly to NYC in September so hopefully I can just be his regular holiday hottie.

Anyway, my favourite sister is nosing at her laptop, must dash darlings.

TP. XX

Bye Bye Shoes, Hello McSteamy

I now have twelve pairs of shoes. (discounting flip flops and boots) If I had an emoticon for hysterical out of control sobbing I would use it right about now. The reason for me giving all my shoes to charity (yes charity, some were unworn and I thought that they deserved a good home) is because I am throwing everything that is completely un necessary. 70 pairs of shoes are un necessary. I can't even carry that many shoes to New York, because then where will I put my clothes?? Which I have also had to downsize. It has been a horribly sad downsizing week. But I figure, I can just buy oh so much more in New York. I am only taking my shoes and clothes to NYC. It feels quite liberating not having any junk. As I type the only valuable thing in my room is a computer, which I'm swapping for a laptop before I leave. So I really am stuff free.

Tonight we're having a wine and cheese night. I must admit that it is mighty hard for me to hide my excitement. These are possibly two of my favourite things in the world. And coupled together I feel like all my birthdays, snow days and other fun things have come at once. I will let you know how the different tastes delight my palette.

I have also started watching season three of Grey's Anatomy on the net. It is delightful. I now not only have McDreamy, but McSteamy too!!!! Yes McSteamy gets a job at the hospital. I think these are possibly the only two men in the whole world I would love to have a threesome with who have Mc in the their names. HOT!!!

Anwho I have lots of emotional stuff to blog about tomorrow as it will be my last official night as a student. I am leaving this horrible sad chav forsaken town to go back to my beloved brummie land. However tonight I have wine and cheese so I will be happy!!!

TP XX

Graduation Ball!

So I had it! It was fun and frivolous. But now I somehow feel anti climaxed. (even a word??) All that's left of my four years of being a filthy student is getting drunk and moving out. To be honest, I can not wait to find a job that will fill the gap before I move to New York in August!! I can not wait. I am counting days. OSG asked me to go to his. I helped him pick his clothes and he looked gorgeous, and now he wants me to peel them off... I think I'll make him wait abit longer for me, afterall it will be the last time.

TP xx

P.s. I would leave a pic of me and the flatmates in all our lovelyness but I don't know how.

*Update I did it thanks to Me!! Thats me in my dress.*

So I did a really dumb thing. I locked myself out of my blog because I was stupid. I forgot my log in email address, but after alot of screaming and frustration I managed to get back in. My private detective skills rival no other. I looked at my profile and found my email address. Never will this happen again.

So Wednesday night, we had a nice girlie night out. We went for cocktails. All was well. We decided to frequent our local club as we have never been there before. They wouldn't let me in. I only had university ID and they thought it was fake. The cheek of it!!! A club only ever visited by underage chav girls, and they wouldn't let me because they thought I looked under eighteen!!! I was annoyed. I was more annoyed because I needed a wee. I was even more annoyed because some sixteen years olds in very little clothing strolled in right after me. The moral of the story?? I should definitely get my tits out more often and then I wouldn't have problems.

I also had a huge row with Fat Depressed Housemate. Since the beginning discussions of the graduation ball she has managed to piss unceremoniously on everybody else's happy parade. She moans that she can't wear dresses, she moans that she can't find shoes, she just generally moans. The accumulation of alcohol, pms and my uncomfortable shoes got the better of me. We shouted, she cried, I felt better.

I've just realised how many wee references there are in this post...

TP

A Meme stole off Me

Four words to describe you?

Rebellious, Extravagant, Thoughtful, Loyal (to my friends before you remind me of my cheating nature!!)

Do you bottle it up or let it all hang out?

Depends what it is, If its trivial I'll tell all and sundry, if it is very serious I'll just keep it to my self.

Is the glass half-empty or half-full?

Always half-full.

What music do you listen to when you're feeling down?

Depressing music. It somehow makes me feel better. Or if I'm just abit sad, then some cheesy pop. Girls Aloud usually cheer me up, and they're hot!

If you could nominate an eighth deadly sin, what would it be?

Smoking

Religious, spiritual, humanist or none of the above?

Maybe all three??

Do you ever spend longer than strictly necessary in front of the mirror?

Yes because the mirror is right next to my desk, so I do get an odd glance. And if I'm going out it takes aaaaaages to get ready. But on a day to day basis I'm pretty quick.

When did you last really get angry?

At fat depressed housemate like all the time.

What's your biggest regret?

I live my life without regrets

What are you most proud of?

Completing my degree!! And my resilience and determination.

What's the biggest difference between men and women?

Emotion

If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?

I wouldn't change anything. I like who I am, without sounding like an utter knob, but I actually do.

What makes you laugh?

A whole host of things, I am always laughing. Usually my friends, my nieces and nephews, my parents on a very regular basis.

When was the last time you cried?

Two days ago, I have pms and am scared my graduation ball dress won't fit my belly on Saturday when I have to wear it.

How do you deal with rejection?

Not very well.

What is your ultimate ambition?

To make my parents extremely proud.

A Filthy Student no more!!

I am no longer a filthy student having just sat my last exam...EVER (well until I do my masters.) But that is not the point!! I am free!! Free from the shackles of university!! All my geeky horror film peers are going out for a drink, but I think I'm going to do something far more fun, I am going to sleep, all day until about 8.pm. And when I get up, I'll eat somat quick and get so drunk I can't speak.

Will let you know my tails of embarrassment tomorrow.

TP. xx

Reflecting

I have no desire to sleep, for the first time in ever. This is strange and perturbing because sleeping is amongst one of my favourite activities. ( I am a filthy student after all) I have been thinking about stuff, OSG. Like how I have evaded emotion for such a long time, and now it is biting me on the ass. I just want him to indulge me, to hold me, to want me all the time. I want him to know that the next time I kiss him it will be our last. I am leaving the city, the country. I desire no baggage. Yet I desire him. Because it is doomed. For the past three years our heavy sexual chemistry has accumulated in the past seven or eight months of..I don't even know what I can call it. But I know that it was good. That I liked the way he made me feel, good and bad. I liked that he reawakened the needy side of me, I liked that he never indulged me. I liked the feeling of jealousy. I liked that I had to work hard for him. But I'm tired of working hard and games now. I think there is only room for one emotionally dead person in any kind of coupling. I think I must be really hard to love if my behaviour is a reflection of his. I like smiling wearily when I think of him. I like leaving this relationship with the perfect fitting end. I like knowing that we are both satisfied. I like hoping that he may one day think about us and smile like I will. I like feeling woundedly fine.

Eurovision

No man is an island, unless you're The United Kingdom in the Eurovision Song Contest. Now I usually wouldn't give a shit, but I've had a glass of wine and feel hard bloody done by! I think the other countries are mean political vendetta holding bastards. Our song was shit, but it wasn't as bad as France who were a less camp version of Right Said Fred. And as for Ukraine, the silver suits alone should have had them out in the first round. Now the voting was mean, but what was more annoying was the girl in the pink tutu who was presenting in the green room who looked like she was on crack. I am a mad mad woman!! I vow never to tune in again...ok that's a lie. But I am unable to stop watching. Its like bad reality television. I feel compelled to watch. Even though I know we will never win, even though I know that our acts will always be shit. The reason I keep watching is quite simply, Terry Wogan. The man is quite the legend. He's sarcasm and wit made everything better for me. If I hadn't had that wine I would be able to stick a quote in here but I'm sorry I'm crap. Anyway, I am angry.

TP

P.S. In case you're wondering we got like 20 points, and 7 of those were pity points from Ireland. Atleast we weren't last. Small Mercies.

Music and Revision

So I have been conducting an experiment of late and seeing what music makes me revise more productively. This is my list so far

• The Cribs - Another Number
• Morrisey - You're the one for me fatty
• Babyshambles - East of Eden
• Bloc Party - Blue Light
• Kasabian - LSF
• The Charlatans - North Country Boy
• Sex Pistols - New York
• Libertines - What a waster

Ok, so from this *extensive* research I realised that I liked songs that had swears in them (because I'm so mature), and also songs that weren't about love (completely) and that were fastish. But the biggest thing I realised was that all these songs were sung by men with nice voices. So even though I was revising and thinking about the main themes in the Horror film, I was also subconsciously thinking about having sex with the lead singers of all these bands. Some people eh?? So single minded.

TP

P.s. fastish is a really sophisticated way to describe music alright?

My lover and oily poos.

My lover hath returneth to me! OSG came back from Liverpool and came to see me last night. We had a film date (American Warewolf in London in case you're wondering) and had lots of laughs, hugs, kisses and erhem other things. I am a very happy woman this morning, and will spend the whole day skipping around singing merrily. I was a tad annoyed with him this week for a whole host of reasons, but I figured we are only being casual and I am off to New York in about two months so I should just let it go and keep things light. But I don't want to. I'm making very unnecessary problems for myself...

In lighter news, remember fat depressed housemate who isn't fat? Well last month she bought diet pills off the net in a last ditch bid to shed some pounds. Let me just explain. FDHWIF is 6ft2 and 16 stone. She isn't obese, she is in proportion. However she whinges about being fat so much that we all now agree that she is fat. Anyway, back to the pills. So these pills claim to help you lose 7lbs a week. Not only dangerous but also a big FAT lie because she has been on them for about a month and has lost nothing, in fact she has gained a few pounds. The tablets work by sucking the oil out of your body and getting rid of it...er....everytime you poo and fart. So all that oil leakage and not a pound lost. The moral of the story is don't buy diet pills that make you poo oil.

More profound stuff soon.

TP.

Mcdreamy Fever

So in an attempt to not revise I did a really sad thing. I watched the first two series of Grey's Anatomy and now have Mcdreamy fever. I love that man as though he were my very own. I have watched so intensely that I am fully convinced that I too could now be a surgeon. I also have blurred it into my own life. I quote characters, I dream of Mcdreamy and miss George, Izzy and the guys. I am sad. I am a social recluse, I am my flatmate whom I took the piss out of for months. I feel terrible.

How much underwear is too much? In a bid to lighten my load to go to New York I threw some old bras and pants away (I haven't been an A cup for about two years, what exactly was I thinking when I kept them?) So to replenish stocks I bought new ones. I now have more then I did before. My underwear collection is rivalled only by my shoe one and that is saying something. But I think we all deserve a little luxury.

Tonight is FAME night. It is my favourite musical ever in the whole world, and my Gay Best Friend got me tickets. How I love that man dearly. I intend to sing along and generally be a Fame bore for the foreseeable future.

Anywho, must dash, my next dash of Mcdreamy has downloaded horah!!

ThinkPink.

Boooooored

Recently I have been going through a phase of doing nothing, hence the lack of blogging. This week for example, I have bought a graduation ball dress (Full of Beauty, I can not disclose the amount because I have an underlying fear that my mum may one day learn how to use the computer and randomly stumble upon this site) and have pretended to revise abit. I've lost some weight with the stress of sleeping all day and watching shit television. I have watched some cult classic horror, think American Ware wolf in London and I have been pining for my lover OSG. SO actually I can't really blog if there is nothing interesting to talk about. Oh wait here's something, my American employer forgot to fill in a whole phat section of my visa application so it has been sent back to him to refill, therefore the application is delayed by about a million years. I just want to go to New York!! Why is is taking so bloody long?

I'm going back to bed.

Think Pink.

**UPDATE**

I forgot to tell you that an old lady elbowed me in the ribs because my bag knocked her shoulder. She did it after I apologised for the said bag too. I felt assulted. She was half my size but she had a good elbow on her.

My dissertation is done and dusted!! Horah. I finally handed that little funker in today and I couldn't be happier. I never want to see it ever again. I also left the restaurant from hell. I left to a rapture of applause, adulation and banners...NOT. I had a few drinks with my favourite co workers, ate anything I damn well fancied, did hardly any work (unusually...) and got the Brazilian guy's number. The reason for this is because I found out that he was life guard. Yes I am that shallow. Even though he touches my face, I can bypass this bad habit for the fact that he saves people's lives!!! (and has a fabulous body)

OSG has gone to Liverpool for a week. I really miss him!! We speak every day and I know that he is usually just round the corner but I am pining a little for him. I have vowed to dismiss other lovers (apart from the Brazilian) for OSG.

More breaking news soon.

TP. XX