As promised, some pictures of my room

Some lovely pictures for your delectation and delight:

Here is my lovely lightshade

 (Excuse these next two, I was messing round with the fisheye setting on my camera!)

Wardrobe (an old office cabinet with a rail on the inside), posters, photo collage, cutesie plant I can't remember the name of. Pretty standard.

Moar posterz, (dehumidifier plug), secksy window cover, FAIRY LIGHTS

Sexy, creaky double bed (not so much sexy as just creaky, would be a nightmare if sexy things ever happened on it!), crotcheted cushion, awesome hearts and various bits and bobs.

There you have it, my room in Nottingham. It's getting there. I wish they would strip off the nasty ass wood-chip wallpaper though. Bleurgh.

Guess who's back, back again

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!)

(CRAZY disclaimer: the following post may include some instances of THE CRAZIES for which I apologise but I am a WOMAN ON THE EDGE OKAY)

Mes amis, I will not lie to you.
Tomorrow, or today if we're being technical, I am going back to my Nottingham house, and no exaggeration- I am shitscared. I always get like this just before I go back, thankfully this time it's been mere hours, rather than for the past week as has happened previously when I've been home. I'm comfortable here in sunny Yorkshire, bored admittedly, but oh-so comfortable. I don't have to feed myself, I don't have to transport myself, I don't have to socialise or work or sort out problems with the house. All that is waiting for me when I go back to Nottingham, this indepency that I so crave when I'm "stuck" here at home combined with my looming examinations and CRUSHING LONELINESS (ok slight exaggeration) means that I really am not too keen on the idea of returning. Also did I mention THE CRUSHING LONELINESS, yeah it's an exaggeration I'm not that desperate for a boyfriend or anything but yeah go out with me... I went off topic, I was meant to say I think I'm going to be in the house on my own for Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Which can never, ever, EVER be fun. So I'm going to end up going mental and eating my own hands or something dramatic like that. Hopefully I'll revise but let's face it, my track record is not the best when it comes to academia and therefore, by extension, revision. It's unlikely I'll get anything of worth done. I'll most likely just watch a lot of crappy tv and play Sims 3 until my housemates come back to their crazy handless friend and have to nurse me back to relative sanity.

Look how sad and alone I am, so sad and alone the walls are grey and the floor is like a pool of salty tears and shattered dreams. (Note the lack of hands, I must have eaten them!)

it's ok Louise, you have the Golden Arches on your head

I'm going to sleep now, hopefully unconciousness will provide relief from this mental torment.

(maybe some rather big instances of THE CRAZIES)

An update for the latter part of today

I've decided that I have to start jotting down things that are going to go on the blog before I start writing up a post, because as it is I'm pretty terrible for rambling and generally not making a right lot of sense, well Louise, that's pretty exciting news isn't it? No, basically not, but there you go, that's what I'm doing and you're all party to it, YAY! Jelly and ice-cream for everybody!

I forgot to say earlier that when I was in T K Maxx this afternoon, (imaginary) spending all my loan  in the homeware section, that there was a little boy stomping round after someone who I deduced to be his father. "Daaaaad." He whined. "Why are you so obsessed with flowers?!" and then went on to say something about the colour yellow... I thought that was adorable, but maybe that's just me. Though at the moment T K Maxx really is quite flowery, there's a lot of Port Merion crockery (totally just wrote cockery) in store at the moment; and I have to say,  if I hadn't just got my lovely Whittard's stuff then I'd have snapped some of that shit up, because it's really very pretty.

I believe I've located my blogsession as well, and I will be featuring it heavily come Tuesday when I get back to the house. It is: my university room. Considering I am meant to be living there until August 2013 I figure the room, the house and my life in Nottingham are something I can focus quite heavily on, as I have said before, this blog needs some kind of central point. Seeing as the room is a disgusting shit tip of vileness and damp I thought it'd be ideal as it can quite visibly improve. I'm really quite pleased I've managed to find something I genuinely want to talk about all the time. Maybe I'll even throw in a little archaeology for y'all, won't that be super fun?

So far today I've spent at least two hours looking for various pieces of furniture and decorative items for my university room. Including steamer trunks,

Louis Vuitton: way out of my price range, obviously

Ugh, even painted powder blue I love them

Last one, luv u bby

I've also been looking at art prints and posters, and I've decided on a theme for the pictures, Van Gogh and Banksy. I also think I might buy some heavy curtains and hang those, but that would mean rearranging my furniture I think (which is pretty limited considering the bed is fixed, as are the bookshelves). We shall see, we shall see. But nevertheless, I'm very excited about the whole thing, I'll let you know how that goes.

And I want a big print of Stubbs' Whistlejacket, but I've no idea where that will go.

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Hey there guize. How are you?
I had a Burger King for lunch, just thought you'd wanna know seeing as that's really big news and all that. I had a chicken royale and a fanta with chips. It was pretty damn delicious. Then I went to games workshop to swap some paints over, we now have Hawk Turquoise, Red Gore and Snot Green. Don't they sound pretty?

Then I bought tampons for the imminent onslaught and went to T K Maxx to fawn over the trammel they have in there. Then I came home and packed to go back to university and did a vlog and that's about it. I'll take some pictures in a bit. Look forward to that, you lucky people.

Going to the York Panto today

so I'm going to post tomorrow, this is all you get for today bbz.
Sorry.

a sad kitten to show my sorriness

I'm going to start looking for jobs again.

I need to get back on the wagon somewhere after being shoved so roughly and rudely from it at the end of last term. Apparently I'm unemployable or something, and it's doing my nut. Although it's fair enough I guess, it's not like I've got any references or prior experience of a "proper" job, and it's not like they can glean what I'm like from an online application, is it? So, like I said, I think it's time for me to get a job. Otherwise I'll wind up in a year and a half's time with no job experience, a 2:2 at best and no prospects for the future, sat at home in Wakefield, ready to sponge off my mother for years.
I really don't want to be that person.
What I want is get a 2:1 and manage to get a job and save up; maybe not a gift of a job, but low down so I can work my way up through the ranks and really feel like I've achieved something. That's not to say anything on my life has been handed to me on a silver platter, but it's certainly been easier than hard so far, and I need to pull my finger out of my arse if I ever want to get anywhere.

My ultimate goal is to have a lovely little house, full of books and good movies and curios, the sound of my friends and the smells of good food and rich coffee. I know it's a cliche idea, but it's really what I want. And perhaps a dog or a rabbit to keep me company. I'm by no means ready to set up shop on my own yet, I'd get far too lonely I think. I struggle without company day-to-day as it is, but thankfully I've got a pretty solid network, and I'm so thankful for that. But yeah, a house and a job to keep me fed and watered and able to enjoy the little things. I don't want to have to struggle- I'm a creature of comfort you see.

Anyway, the crux of this post is to remind me that I do need to track down some form of employment, or volunteering. But paid preferably, as I said, I'm a creature of comfort.