It is toooo early to be up. I had really good sex last night, really good sex, the kind where you cum, roll over, fart and fall asleep into a coma. Of course this was very early, so now I'm up and bouncing around at 4am, pondering whether I want to eat an egg butty or not. I think I do, but I'm too damn lazy to go and make myself one... or two.

Last night in my post-horn (did I mention the sex btw?) I decided I wanted to elope, I have no idea why, it sounds like one of my typical after sex ideas, within thirty seconds I had everything planned out. I'm not sure why this particular idea popped into my head, or why visas and weddings and everything related to that has been on my mind so much the last few days, I think my comment in my last post wasn't joking half as much as I thought it was. I think part of me just wants to get it over with, the thought of dealing with visas in September, and then again next June is just a little overwhelming, then the fact that I just can't seem to imagine myself properly. We also have the fact that my mum has gone home and told most of my family what I informed her was priviledged information and has pretty much stolen my thunder.

I just don't really think I'm cut out for a proper wedding and everything that's associated with it, it's daunting, I want to just run away for the weekend and come back married to the man I love.

Blargh.

Right, egg butty it is then, with ketchup.

Current Mood: awake

I am so happy after last night, nine sodding months it took for me to actually leave the house and speak to people, everyone at the sydneysiders meet was lovely, it was nice to meet a few names that I only knew through 100x100 blinking images, and most importantly it was so good to go into a bar and just breath in that smoke and pub smell. What happened to my life?

So now I have resolved to go out much more regularly, with pretty much anyone who will take me, I want to get back to how I was in the UK, maybe not sitting outside the pub after my first lecture waiting for it to open at miday, but something close to that I really wouldn't mind all that much. I used to go clubbing and drink, and make out with random guys in exchange for skanking a fag off them, I can't say just how good it was to get out last night and speak to people that aren't ordering Teri-sodding-aki from me, actual real people!

I've been given a month off work in September to go back to sunny Wiltshire and sort out my visa, I was planning a three month break, but I really don't think that I'd still have a job at the end of that, so I may have to rethink my plans. I get back on the 8th of September, I was intending on applying for my visa on the 1st of October, that would mean that it wouldn't be approved before the 21st, hopefully, which means I could have the date of the 21st of July to get married on.

The only thing holding back how soon I apply (other than not having the $1500 we need) is me being a sentimental twat and wanting to get married on this one particular day, but when it means I run the risk of not having a job to come back to, I don't know just how much I want that date. I remember talking to Boris about it before we even met, that if we ever really did it then it would be on the 21st of July.

*chuckles* There's still 39 days before the 21st of July this year, long enough to get a license, anyone in the mood for a quickie wedding?

Current Mood: calm

So apparently I'm not allowed to give road head on double demerit point weekends.

Travesty of epic proportions.

:(

Current Mood: tipsy

01. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
02. I will then tell what song/movie/icon reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal

I just checked my bank account online and realised that I have been paid, that makes me a happy woman, it's three weeks worth of work and isn't even enough to cover a weeks worth of rent, but I really don't give too much of a toss, just so long as I can head out and buy some doughnuts once I get dressed.

Right, today I will be mostly spamming my friends page, I'm sorry, and I know this sucks, but a few referalls would really make me happy and give me a few more bucks. It's either this or begging :D

NetBux.org pays you to search, you type in whatever you want to find, click what search engine you want to use, google, yahoo, dictionary, ebay, most places, and everytime it gives you a few cents, not all that impressive, but I know that the amount that I search then it'll add up, as soon as you get to $50 US then they place it straight into your bank account. Being realistic, I know it will take two months to get there, but that's it's still $50 you wouldn't be getting otherwise. They also give you a few bucks for each referal :) I've looked about a bit and read their forums and they seem very much legit.

GreenZap is supposedly the new PayPal, apparently they're going to be twice as big and handle everything a lot better, whether they are or not I really don't have a clue, they're a young company so it's hard to find out much about them. What they are promising though is $25 to anyone who 'pre-registers' with them before their official opening day, credited direct into your greenzap account which can then be transfered into your bank account or to PayPal, even if you never use them again then it can't be that bad :D

Okay, I'm done for today, thank you very much. I'm now going to head off, make shopping list before completely ignoring it and instead buying my weight in cookies.

Current Mood: busy

The Rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. (or a separate post, but not too long after. Be honest here, people!)
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

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1. If immigration declared you an illegal immigrant tomorrow, what would you do?
Cry. Then probably persuade Boris to move to New Zealand, I can't imagine myself ever living in the UK permanently after spending so much time away, it's really made me realise that it wasn't anywhere near as great as I thought, if I did move back to the UK then it would be on the south coast, Brighton would be lovely but I could never afford it, I have a soft spot for Portsmouth as well - every man on my Dad's side has or still is serving in the Navy so there's a lot of familyties down there, but it's really gone downhill in the last five years or so.

2. What is the thing you love most, and the thing you hate the most about your partner?
I love that he's always honest with me, everything from whether I look okay in an outfit to the bigger stuff that I would probably keep from him, I also love that he's so supportive in anything, if I told him I was traveling around the world and leaving tomorrow he'd be upset but he wouldn't stop me or send me on a guilt trip. I hate that he's so aware of his downfalls but doesn't seem to change them, and when he does do something about it he'll go full throttle and burn himself out.

3. If you had the finances to study at uni in Australia, what would you study and why?
I'm actually meant to be starting journalism and media studies at Preston in September, I guess it would be wise to get intouch with UCLAN and let them know that I wont be attending. I would probably do the same thing here, or at least something similar, maybe with a stronger emphasis on English, probably more lang than lit, ideally I would study photography, but that's not really going to get me very far and sounds like a bit of a cop out, journalism is something I know I would enjoy just as much.

4. Do blondes or brunettes have more fun?
Redheads! My hair is naturally a very dark brown but I've spent the last eight years making it every colour under the sun, with my very pale skin and abundance of freckles red has always suited me, I miss having it dyed, but I want to go back to the rich brown that it was before, it's growing through now, about four inches of roots and I can't work out why I hated it so much to start with.

5. What is your favourite flower?
Orchids are beautiful and I love the smell of Sweetpeas but I've always prefered plants over flowers, particularly ones that actually have a purpose, I've been going on about getting some herbs, primarily basil - we eat a lot of spag bol, some rosemary, mint, just the basic herbs so that I have fresh ones to cook with. I found some seeds for a mix of chilis that I would have loved, but unfortnately was skint at the time and now it's probably a bit late to be planting anything, plus seeds are more hassles that they're worth. When I get back from the UK I'll probably sort out the balcony and start working on making the flat a little bit more how I like it.

1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
2.3 days worth just over 3 Gig, and I still have a load of CDs to copy over to iTunes.


2. The last CD you bought is:
Princes new album just before I left the UK, it’s wonderful, I really like it, particularly ‘On The Couch’ and ‘The Marrying Kind’, proper Prince songs, good and filthy with lots of high pitched wailing, I love it!


3. What is the song you last listened to before this message?
Probably a queen song last night, I'm not one for music in the mornings.


4.Five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.
REM – Everybody Hurts - It was playing as I was saying goodbye to my friends in a pub in bath, it makes me cry.
Lifehouse - Breathing - Boris sent it to me one day and said that it's our song, there are some beautiful words in it 'Even if you don't want to speak tonight that's alright, alright with me, because I want nothing more than to sit outside your door and just listen to you breathing, that's where I want to be', aww, it makes me melt.
David Bowie – Five Years - It's my Dad's favourite Bowie song, we've had many long, long discussions about this one, it's about the end of the world as everyone discovers that they only have five years left, I love as it moves into the ice cream palour verse and gets so intense.
Carlos Gardel– Por Una Cabezza - It's the from the Tango scene in True Lies (see the icon) and also played in Scent Of A Woman one day Boris and I will actually get off our arses and learn to tango!
Salt N’ Pepper – Push It - My friends and I used to go to a club in Bath called Moles, every Tuesday is Cheese night, lots of pop, mainly from the 80s, and it's guarenteed that this will play, so it morphed into being 'our song' lots of long drives with six of us packed into my friend's tiny car with this blaring from the speakers.

5. Who are you gonna pass this stick to (Three persons and why)?
No one. Everyone's done it and I'm just slow on the uptake!!

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Boris singing BonJovi's Blaze Of Glory

Daddy or Chips?

Current Mood: nostalgic

I think everyone has a routine in the morning, some have them carved in stone, some are pretty flexible. I've always considered myself a flexible morning person, things could be moved around, I used to laugh at my mum for her inability to function if she didn't do what she had to.

Lately I've realised that I've become one of the concrete routine people. My routine starts at nine, even if I wake up at eight I can't do anything until nine when I go and turn the urn on to low and heat up some water.
I spend the next half hour checking emails and reading livejournal. At 9:30 I go back into the kitchen, pull the milk, coffee and bread out of the fridge, put the coffee granules in the cup, place it under the urn tap, put the toast in the toaster and set it going, go back to the coffee, fill it up, add the milk, wash up a knife and a side plate, take out the peanut butter, toast will usually pop up at this moment which I then cover very thickly in peanut butter, cut diagnoally and head back to eat. I read the non-livejournal blogs that I have bookmarked, check the BBC news site, and if I feel the need to write about anything then it's usually in this hour as well.

I burnt the toast, ran out of peanut butter and then realised that we only have a dribble of milk. It's absolutely tiny things, but it's left me feeling all discombobulated.

I am happy that my new job is in the evenings, I don't watch much telly so there's only a few things I'll be missing, most of all I will be able to keep my luxury of having an hour to wake up and prepare myself for the day ahead, that makes me happy.

Current Mood: Discombobulated

Haha, eudaimonia makes me crack up. We've been discussing this morning ways I can get in a bit of money, she suggested as more of a long term idea to do some freelance writing, I loved the idea but I wasn't really overflowing with ideas of things to write about.

'Find a subject you feel passionate about - men invading the womans personal space with their computer hardware!'

That's completely made my day, I can't stop chuckling, do I really bitch and moan about him that much?

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Spinning The Wheel - George Michael