That's right, I'm back in Nottingham living the high life like I do. It's Wednesday evening, and there is a delicious texan BBQ Pizza Hut pizza winging it's way to me right this second. Bloody marvellous is what this is. I have my cup of tea, I have my space on the sofa and dinner is on it's way. You wouldn't think it could get any better than that, would you? WOULD YOU?!?!?! Well it can. The pizza is technically FIVE MINUTES LATE NOW, so my housemate and I are annoyed. But that's besides the point, yet again I have forgotton what I meant to talk about and gone off on a random rant because I have the hunger and the Pizza Hut delivery men are denying me! DENYING. Oh god, calm yo' tits, you crazy mare.
Yes, back to the main feature of the post. I have moved back to my little terraced house in Nottingham. Thankfully, contrary to my previous beliefs there are in fact people already here. I'm so glad, because I'm sat downstairs in the living room with them now, and we're not exactly having a full on socialising session but if they weren't here then I would be sat in my room, eating my hands or my feelings or maybe both, just not at the same time. But I'm back in, and I'm all unpacked and my room is looking pretty amazing. I managed to get everything tidied up and packed away the same day I moved back in, which must be a first in my books. It normally takes me till the week before I move out to get settled properly again, ahah. Me and my mother went to Dunelm Mill before I came to the house, and I got myself a lovely new light fitting, which has really brightened up the room, I'll edit a picture in later, but it's pretty much a tiny, chandelier-type thing, with strings of perspex jewels in red, purple and clear hung all around it so it casts a nice colour light into the room and jewelled patterns on the ceiling. It just lifts the mood of the room a load so I'm pretty chuffed with it.In addition to this I've been considering themes that I might like to have in there that could translate to a room at home, and I've decided to go for Van Gogh and Banksy as key artists, so I'm going to see if I can alight on any more Van Gogh paraphenalia and some Banksy stuff too, that means I'll have to rejig my other posters though, although I reckon I'll just see what looks good where when they come through.
Considering it now though, maybe I won't go for any more posters just yet, I think I've got five and a wall planner up at the moment, and though two of the posters and my window hanging are a little childish, maybe I'd be better saving the theme for my actual room at home (when we eventually manage to move house, hopefully mum's gonna make me a loft bedroom when it comes to it!)
Being back feels good already, nowhere near the stress I was anticipating, but saying that I always get unnecessarily stressed about things before they happen and they always end up okay, so this is no different to anything else in that respect. I have to say I struggled quite badly indeed whilst shopping for myself today, shamefully so in fact. I managed to spend just shy of £20 and only got two bell peppers and a bag of salad by way of vegetables. I just could not for the life of me remember what I needed to be able to feed myself. By having a pizza tonight I've freed up my indian snack selection and sausage tikka masala for tomorrow though. Shit, that reminds me I've got two sausages sat chilling in the fridge (yeah, chilling, in the "G" sense and literally) that need eating. Maybe I'll have chicken tikka for tea and have sausage, egg and beans for brunch... yeeeah, that could work.
It's almost 21:00 now, in 10 minutes anyway, but I don't feel like I've been particularly bored at all, bonus! I was a little scared of that before I got back.
Tomorrow I plan to wake up at 11, get out of the house before 12 and go to Timpsons in Sainsbury's to get a couple of keys cut for the front door, may as well seeing as Reed are going to reimburse us even though they're just interim keys while we get a new lock put in. Maybe I'll treat myself to a latte. I would go into town but I don't think I can face the walk just yet (christmas pog still slowing me down), babysteps are the key, methinks.
(My pizza came about 5 minutes after I stopped ranting about it, so I've been writing this for forever!)
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