Your life's no longer empty - surely Heaven waits for you

[klena]

This is a grumpy!kat entry, wherein I am certain I am going to feel sorry for myself.

Before all that though. In case you hadn't heard, Saints won the Super Bowl WHO DAT. Taylor, a mate from animesoc, streamed the whole thing from his laptop to his TV and drank over the course of the night. It ended about 5am here. Uni on Monday was a particularly unpleasant experience from what he tells me. Poor lad. I didn't watch the game but my thoughts were there, especially considering the joy it's caused blondiusmaximus


From Thursday night until Monday night I was in bed no earlier than 5am. Dave is to blame for all of these nights. Thursday night he was meant to meet me from animesoc but thought I was going to text him and let him know when I was ready so it was 1am before he came up to meet me. And about 2am by the time we got home. And then between sex and talking, it was 4:40am when I looked. Then I had uni at 11, which meant a 10am wake-up call. However we had talked about the uni situation - I only had that one seminar and could be back straight after it - so he decided to stay in bed until I got home. So I sauntered home at 12:30 (bumping into mates all the way - didn't they know I had a sleeping boy lying in my bed keeping it warm for me?) and came back upstairs to find him still asleep. I debated telling him to get up and go home to do some work but just got into bed with him. It's the first time I've
a) come home to find him there
b) come home to find him asleep
c) had him there in more than a month
so it was strange for me, but in a really lovely way. Coming home to find someone in bed (and that looks so cute when they sleep) was something I hope everyone gets to do.
I clambered back into the bed and he warmed me up (not a euphemism, it is really fucking cold here at the minute) and then there was cuddles and chats and Dave letting me know that if he didn't have work to send tomorrow instead, he totally would have slacked off today and stayed in bed with me.

Spent the rest of the day after he left wandering about in my nightdress before napping until 6, getting up and showering downstairs. We had a bunch of people over our house that night and cooked a big dinner (om nom nom motherfucking shepherd's pie om nom nom nom) and sat about splitting a bottle of dark rum with Leah. Gav had two mates up from Cambridge, there was the house (except Marcus who had gone to bed at 6 feeling rough), Leah, Guy (han's boyfriend) and Ed and Francesco (ed's boyfriend). Lots of comedy value and gossiping and random hilarity. About 1am I decided it was about time to head to Dave's (we'd arranged for me to come to movie night at his because they were watching "Labyrinth" and I've...never seen it....) and Hayden walked me down because I don't have the money to spare on getting taxis. So we walked through town, talking about Silent Hill and Zelda and geeky game stuff. It was awesome. And then Dave insisted he stay for a bit as Dave ordered him a taxi. Hayden tried to refuse because he didn't really have the money but Dave insisted on paying. Because that's the type of guy he is. It was really lovely and Hayden loved his flat.

The bouncer's all showed up after work and "Labyrinth"...isn't put on ;___; "Hard Boiled" is played instead. So I left the lounge where everyone was watching it and came in to Dave's room to chat to Dave and Scott, one of the Fab bouncers. And then slowly but surely a few other people trickled in. And there was bitching and testosterone abound and the boys smoking up and me not. It was fun, especially just getting to hang out with them again. Although whenever it hit 6am, I was getting all bug-eyed and tired and just wanted people to leave so I could sleep o_____O at 7 they did. Dave apologised and I just shrugged it off because I don't really do stay up that late that often and there was no way it could have been helped.

Slept in 'til 2pm and kept working away at reading and annotating "Othello" because I hadn't done it for that week's seminar but want to have it done for this week's seminar. Dave woke up about 3 and we sat in bed for a bit, chatting and watching some TV. Went out for dinner to Oriental Number One, a Chinese Buffet place near Dave's, and sat having dinner. For 3 1/2 hours. We kept pacing ourselves and then people-watching and having talks about Things. Politics. National Service. Disciplining Children etc etc. Got back to his and started watching "Spaced" as Dave had never watched it. Got through all of season 1 before a few of Dave's mates came over to watch UFC at 3am. Another late night. I sat in bed this time, in my t-shirt, underwear and bumblebee-coloured argyle socks (stylish motherfucker that I am) and read some more "Othello". Men mocked me for looking like a secretary with my reading glasses on. They fucked off at 6am. Knackered.

Woke up at 3pm, Dave didn't wake until 4:15pm so I sat and did more "Othello" (my god, Iago!), more "Spaced" and then ordered Indian for dinner. Dave introduced me to new types of Indian (i am culturally unlearned, he used to work in a Balti restaurant in his misguided youth) and finished "Spaced". We both started doing some work about midnight and we flicked over to the "Super Bowl" about 2 to see the Saints behind 10 to 3. Then we listened to Howard Stern on Youtube and finally watched comedians until 4:50 when I started flagging. Went to bed.

Got up at 11:30 because I needed to go home to pick up some library books due back and had idea dreams of showering before my Milton seminar but it was not to be. Came on (damn you fucking womanhood), left Dave in bed (bastard), came home to find workmen tearing house up to install fire alarms in every room, grumped, got to seminar, went to lecture. Job done. Idle monday evening until I went to bed early to try and get my body back into sync with, y'know, daylight. And I was feeling crap.

Tuesday was idle - sat in the patches of sunlight in the kitchen doing the Guardian crossword with Gavin and listening to music until about 2 when Gav wandered into uni. I went to have a shower and was disappointed. The stream's powerful but the water's lukewarm. That is not cool, Sheaf. I like hot showers. Dave's shower does not work. Where am I supposed to have warm showers?? (Answer: potentially at the gym. Dave has visitor passes and has offered a few times before for me to come with him, at least to the pool and jacuzzi. But also now, there are bonus showers. Issue: I have not owned a swimsuit since I was about 15.)

Also, for the last week and a half, I keep getting headaches. Some around the base of my skull and some around my eyes. I seriously think I've strained my eyes at least, so I'm going to make another option with the optician. And maybe one with the doctor, because I'm sick of almost-headaches leaving me worrying or waiting for them to ruin my day.

Plus Sheaf has been coming down with illness. 3/5 of the house have been feeling like crap and coughing/sneezing/being feverish/chilled/aching etc. Hannah hasn't been awesome and tonight I've started feeling quite miserable. So that's ahead of me.

Freaked myself out today because I kept texting Dave (not that many times, maybe 3 or 4) with random little bits and pieces and he's got back twice because Wednesday is a weird day for him, plus his gym day. But I started worrying about being a pest. In a way, I was justified, because he may or may not be going home to Brum tomorrow until Sunday afternoon, so I want a chance to see him before Valentines, because that's sort of an obligation. And a sunday. I just enjoy being with him.

Got a headache doing my homework for tomorrow in uni and haven't finished it. Also realised that we were paired up with a partner last week to meet up with and discuss things. The girl had friended me on facebook, but left me a message yesterday that I totally ignored because she didn't use a photo of herself and I thought it was a message left on my wall accidentally. Only for me to realise tonight, feel fucking shit about it and apologetically message her back to grovel. The seminar is tomorrow. I think we're meeting the hour before in order to discuss it. Still feel like a fucking idiot.

Dad emailed me - my uncle has offered to lend him money because he got caught driving without insurance and fined £200 that he doesn't have. This may affect my asking of him to borrow money, but I completely understand and want him to give my dad the money because he needs it more than I do.

My keyboard is also being funny and slightly sticky. Especially the 'A' key. Turns out, that's quite a vital key. Which I am now having to press firmly down.

Also, the "To Let" sign that was outside our house (that was heartbreaking enough as it was, without random people viewing the house) was taken down on Monday or Tuesday, which only served to remind me that the world is changing, I'm nearly finished university, I'm not going to be living with these wonderful people in 6-8 months and I have no idea what I'm doing. So, on top of everything, I've started to feel lost.



To conclude: gripe, whinge, grumble, sour face.

Although, hartclanpaladin, I got your lovely letter yesterday. the teabag has not been employed yet, but it will be. Thank you so much ♥

Anyone else want to get in on the grumbles? Or the hug times. Because I am all about the hugs? Hugs?

Comments

[darthzal.livejournal.com]

The hugs! The hugs!

[hartclanpaladin.livejournal.com]

Hooray it got there ok \0/ :3

I'd moan about work, but we don't have an enternity :)

I'll take teh hug though :D