Who do they think they are!?

Now, I know I'm not perfect. In fact, one of the main reasons I set up this blog was so that I could relieve my rants as if somebody was listening when, in fact, nobody can be arsed.

So today is going to be spent getting rid of a MASSIVE load of stress.

Consider the following scenario: one of your friends has just split up with the boyfriend she was meant to be moving in with later this year, along with your other friend's boyfriend. It's her birthday later this month and you haven't seen her since christmas. However, you moved out of the Halls you were sharing because of the untidiness and so haven't seen her since you got back to uni. What would you do?

Would you a) spend some time with her catching up and telling her it's going to be okay
                  b) spend all your time with your new flatmates and ignore all possible chances to meet up with
                  your friends that were before you moved out
                  c) a combination of the two

?

Unfortunately, my supposed 'friend' chose option 2 and has now buggered off with her new flatmates and abandoned those who welcomed her at the beginning of the year.
Not only that, she's not even gonig to her old best friend's birthday party and wasn't there for her when her and her boyfriend split up.
What also pisses me off is the fact she's been slagging my boyfriend and I off...and there's not much I hate more than a backstabbing bitch.

If I ever see her again, she's going to get a NASTY shock. You cannot abandon those who have always been there for you, for no good reason, without consequence. She has caused nothing but problems this semester. And, to be honest, if she's going to be horrible about me, she should dare to mess with a future lawyer.

Rant over. Apologies for the above language and horrible descriptions but I feel much better with that off of my chest.

On the plus side, I made my first omelette today. And it was well nice!

Currys and Self Diagnosis

Before I start this rant, I am just going to advise you fellow readers to please avoid the title subjects at all costs. They are dangerous and potentially life threatening (if you're a manager or wikipedia that is...)

To start, my initial reason for this moan is that my boyfriend is no longe rgoing on holiday with me this April. This is for 3 reasons (there are ALWAYS three): 1. He has work committments. 2. He has these because his work , Currys, wouldn't give him the holiday. 3. He was too late in booking said holiday off.

Although my complaint was with my boyfriend who has the organisation levels of a teapot, I was very miffed with his employer. Considering he had already paid to come on the holiday, and everyone else was lookking forward to him coming too (especially me) it seems just a little unreasonable that he wasn't allowed it - especially as he only works tills and that isn't exactly a taxing job.

And so I'm going to start a hate campaign against his emplyers in order that the emplyees can have a better holiday booking system. We already hate their techguys concept, so let's hate their employee management too. Don't buy from Currys: Hughes and Comet do the same products cheaper (my boyfriend confirmed this). So save yourself some money and benefit a greater cause!

Onto self diagnosis. I do not recommend this, especially as a hypochondriac. My physiotherapist informed me I was hypermobile and so I decided to do some research. Now I've decided I'm going to need to have a diagnosis from a doctor for the hereditary and life compromising syndrome. Great. It's a lot better just to ring the doctor when there's a problem, not logging on to find a one.

I'm now feeling a bit freakish and dehabilitated. And so concludes the rant

Progress of the aspiring student

Well, what can say, after a weekend spent living on takeaways I'm certainly not feeling my healthiest...

However, the weight loss in progress and tonight I cooked the best meal in the world. Basically sausage, cucumber, pepper and red onion pasta in a garlic and herb dressing. All for less than two pounds! That, my friends, is student shopping at its best.

This evening I learnt a very valuable skill at the first aid society: how to play dead in a triage situation. I basically spent the entire evening falling onto the floor. The bruises are coming up fantastic.

Anyways, the weekend of the junk food was only because my parents were away for the weekend and I had to feed the cats. If they had opposable thumbs we'd be ruined!

I'm currently gathering up the courage to watch 'Fourth Kind'; we could be here for some time...

Why my boyfriend is the best

You can argue about this as much as you like, but to me, my boyfriend is always going to be the best in the world.

Regardless of how bad i may treat him, he is always caring and willing to look after me, even when i moan about the football. I apologise for the soppiness of this blog, but this is my surprise way of showing him just how much I love him.

Thank you sweetie xxx

That's the Spirit!

Okay, so to clear things up before I get started and so that you understand the point of this entry; my boyfriend does mountainboarding. Basically, he straps himself into an oversized skateboard and through himselves onto a downwards slope, perhaps doing some tricks along the way. Here's him doing some of his stuff:

Anyways, so now we're in Norwich, it's obviously a more built up area and so he's resorted to skate parks in order to get his fix (he admits it's an addiction). So today I dutifully went with him to the newest possible spot in order to do the 'girlfriend support' thing of watching him injure himself. No, I don't understand it either...

Anyways, once we got there, it became clear he wasn't going to be the only one on the skateboard. There was a mob of youngsters in roller skates already on the equipment. At the first site of the mountainboard it was like Christmas: "WOW! Look at that! Hey, can I have a go!"

This is where I emphasise the importance of community projects, for this skate park is one. Without it, these kids would have had nothing better to do than become obese or rob corner shops for penny sweets. It has given them a creative outlet, build relationships and have fun. You can see it being used through generations; older brothers bringing younger brothers etc etc

Although, you can see a clear example of the hierarchy of chidhood gangs. The older kids clearly were in charge of the younger ones; deciding which games to play and looking after the younger ones. My boyfriend added something new to the mix, bringing something that divided the group into the distracted and the bored. Some kids couldn't have cared less but others seemed to hold a sort of hero worship...a bit disturbing.

Eventually, when I was freezing my hair off my boyfriend said we could go back to the flat but I'm glad I wenrt. It showed me that not all kids from bad areas are bad themselves and that given the right tools, they can be as nice, if not nicer than those kids from privileged backgrounds.

Something to think about...

It's not easy being green...or is it?

We are surrounded by a society of blame culture. It's not our fault that the planet's dieing, it's not our fault that recycling's so difficult. Why does everything have to be so difficult for us?

I'm not going to lie; I'm as guilt as most people for not putting all recyclable materials into the relevent box or taking glass to the relevant glass bottle bank. And yes, I am going to use that excuse that it's too difficult and that recycling should come to me if it's so important.

However, I am now going to suggest a new way to recycle your old rubbish:

1. NEVER throw away any of your old clothes. Firstly, if you can repair it, it still fits. Secondly, if it's too small, give it to a younger sibling. Thirdly, if you don't have a younger sibling or you simply don't like the item anymore, make it into something that you do like. I have  found this amazing website: www.cutoutandkeep.net

It has an idea on how to make anything. My current project is a recycled material elephant cushion I'm making for Valentine's Day (it's better not to ask why it's an elephant...) Unfortunately I like all my clothes so I bought some material off of Ebay - the student's best friend.

This was a major challenge: I've never seen fully blown warfare break out over fabric samples but this was getting close. Finally I found something that nobody else was fighting for and so I'm on my next step to recycling old fabric. Good old tree hugger that I am.

Anyways, it's off to dancing now