My love for Darren is immense.
Joey: Over the line? You… you… you’re so far past the line that you can’t even see the line! The line is a dot to you!
Todays was brought to you by every emotion going.*
Started with a *sighhhh* it’s only Tuesday, not even Wednesday, and not even nearly Friday.
So I plod on, answering those emails, taking those calls and my day suddenly was made fricking amazing. There were some flowers sitting in the post tray. I decided to take it upon myself to see who they were for, and they were only bloody for me! From my mum. Just for no reason whatsoever other than she thought they would look nice on my desk. She could not have been more correct. :D What a legend.
Lunchtime is then a pretty exciting time. When one is not keen on ones job, one looks forward to ones lunch. Todays lunch was my homemade shepherds pie. Now, I don’t like to brag, but it was the best facking shepherds pie I have ever tasted. Imagine my devastation to see that is wasn’t in the fridge where I had left it. Surely noone would eat my lunch?! So I potter back to my desk, and tell my manager that my lunch is gone from the fridge. She asked what it was, and then announced that she’d thrown it away cos she thought it was hers and she didn’t fancy it. CHEERS for that. She then gave me a handful of change to go buy a sandwich with. Awesome.
This afternoon I was bombarded with a out 7 phone calls all in a row from damn estate agents. I had forgotten just how annoying they can be. Turns out our flat is on the market now, despite us not moving out for another 9 weeks. Bring on the joys of having random people viewing the property all the god damn time.
I’m hoping this evening will restore my shit afternoon to the joy that was this morning. I’m off to see Singing in the Rain with my bessie, thanks to a couple of freebie tickets I’ve managed to get my grubby little hands on. Should be awesome.
I hope everyone else has had a pleasant day. Peace up, A town down.
*not really, I’m being a drama queen.
London —> Manchester
So I have 10 weeks left.
10 weeks today, I will be very drunk right now, or that’s the plan anyway. Hopefully having a great time at my leaving do. And 10 weeks tomorrow I will be driving a van to the north.
I can’t decide on an emotion to sum up how I feel about the move. It’s exciting, but it’s sad. It’s scary, but I kind of can’t wait.
I am however, definitely not gonna wish away the time. There’s so much I’m gonna miss.
Including:
- My flatmates. They are the best girls in my life. They are both crazy, but it purely adds to their loveability and I wouldn’t change them for the world. I’m not sure how I would’ve spent the last two years without them.
- My BFF. Paul Kenny. Words can’t describe. I’ve become very attached to PK, and we are and will always be BFFs.
- As such, BFF wednesdays. Our weekly cinema trip.
- The Southbank. Skaters on tap. Wagamamas. The river. The events. The Tate Modern. It’s all very enjoyable.
- The pub after work on a Friday. It’s the simple things that bring me joy.
- Topshop at Oxford Circus, I really can’t think of a shop that even compares. As sad as it may be it featured heavily on my ‘reasons to move to London’, and I can only hope that Manchester Topshop suffices.
- 24hour transport. Yep, it’s there at number 7. How handy are those night buses? Despite being mugged on one a few years back they are mighty useful.
However things I am looking forward to include:
- A fresh start. A clean slate.
- My own flat, my own mess, my own responsibility.
- Having my car back.
- Living close(r) to my parents.
- Indie clubs, 5 and half years of London and I haven’t found an indie night that compares to Manchester.
- Reconnecting with old friends <3
- A new job. Maybe going somewhere with my ‘career’?
- And not being skint ALL THE LIVELONG DAY.
So, yeah, 10 weeks left. 10 weeks left of nearly 6 years. Absolute complete end of an era.
annnnnnnd relax…
I’m now 25, but I don’t think much has changed. I was expecting to have an absolutely raging hangover today, and expected that my 25 year old, old lady self wouldn’t be able to cope. But no, no real hangover, had a mild case of the shakes earlier, but that’s nothing a nandos couldn’t cure! After the 53* shots I had, I really expected worse!
My birthday was awesome. The thing I love most about birthdays is having all my friends from all different parts of my life together in one place. And to see them all partying together like they’ve all been friends forever is amazing! They’re also amazingly generous, and I got some really cool pressies, and I am super thankful! YOU’RE ALL FUCKING IMMENSE.
Anyway, it’s been a super hectic few weeks, and I am now going to spend the next few days having a good old relax. Whilst trying to get a job. And sorting my flat out. It’s all coming together quite nicely. Had a minor mishap yesterday by accidentally pulling the blinds down and out of the wall in my drunkenness. But I got my tool kit out today, and EH-WAH-LAH the blinds are back up as if nothing ever happened. Hotel Harriet is ready for guests. Yesterday there were 6 of us here, and I made sure everyone was tucked up good and proper at bedtime, and then pounced on them all individually this morning to make sure they were nice and awake. You can’t ask for a better service than that!
Speaking of bedtime, I think I’ll go to sleep now. Goodbye.
*Possibly exaggerating.
Manchester is looking beautiful this morning. #viewfrommypatio (Taken with instagram)
I am F.R.E.A.K.I.N.G. O.U.T.
I have so much to do and have seem to completely run out of time.
Things I’m panicking about are as follows:
- WHEN AM I GOING TO PACK ALL MY STUFF? I have plans for every evening after work next week, and also plans for this weekend.
- Am I going to be ready for next Friday?
- I want to spend this weekend packing, but I also want to spend this weekend seeing London and friends…
- I’m 100% going to run out of money before payday. The nice text from Natwest this morning reminding me I only have £11 left until next Friday.
- Should I go straight home from work tonight? Or should I go to the pub with people from work for the penultimate time? The famous “one pint” has the potential to ruin an evening of packing time.
- Should I bother changing my bedding this weekend? Or is this extra washing hassle I don’t need?
- When am I gonna have time to clean the flat?
- I NEED TO BOOK MY VAN.
- Hopefully there will be some diesel available?! I HADN’T EVEN THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE NOW.
- I need the estate agents to get back to me so I can sign the contracts.
- I need to organise my brother collecting the keys.
- I need to work out just how many pints I can drink at my leaving do so that I’m not still drunk when I pick up my van in the morning! :/
- How will I get my van in the car park?!
- I hope the sun is shining gloriously by next Saturday, I don’t want to drive up the M6 in the rain!
How has it all of a sudden gone from 10 weeks to 7 days! AAAAARGH!
And then the slight issue of not having a job to go to. The absolute dream scenario would be going along to one of the interviews I have the Monday after I move, casually overwhelming them with my greatness, and getting the job on the spot. Then I can enjoy my big ol’ 25th birthday on the Tuesday with serious relaxation and partying.
I generally follow a mantra along the lines of “don’t stress, don’t panic, it’ll all be okay”. But my friend told me the other day that this was a perfectly acceptable time to freak out.
So that is what I’m doing. Bye now.
Pure Evil, or Pure Genius.
I have two Zac Efron life size cardboard cutouts. I’m not ashamed. He is beautiful. As well as being beautiful to look at, they work as pretty good bodyguards. It’s always funny watching people’s fright reactions when they come to our flat and see two men just standing, learing at them from the corner.
In a house I used to live in, my flatmate Ed used to take Zac (back then I only had the one) and move him around the house. For example, putting him looking over your bed while you’re sleeping. Or placing him outside the bathroom door to startle you when you run out of the shower in your towel. This I would describe as evil, however very funny.
Anyway with the impending doom of estate agents coming to our flat on a regular basis, which is obviously very annoying. Foxtons in particular are being very annoying and arranging stuff without giving us notice and bugging us 24/7, (Bearing in mind we don’t move out for another 8 and a bit weeks, this is all a bit premature.) myself and Lizzie have decided it would be pretty funny to put said Zacs being bedroom doors and stuff? To startle the little dicks.
All in favour say aye!
