Living life

It has been an eventful week. I had a week off from work. So i decided to actually live my life. I have now thoroughly exhausted myself in time for going back to work tomorrow, so that should be a joyous occasion.

But allow me to tell you about my life this week.

I donated platelets.

My computer broke. Properly broke. So i spent a day trying to get someone to help me fix it without having to resort to increasing my debt, and i am eternally grateful because someone did fix it for me, and now it is as good as new again.

I went a little crazy during my night without a computer though, for various factors i wont go into here. I ended up, after spilling my soul to various unlikely people, spilling it to an even more unlikely person – an ex from way back. He spoke to me a bit on the phone, and i think he was a little concerned about me. We were actually planning to meet up again for the first time in about a year the next day, but he said we should push it forward to that night.

I’d been drinking, so i staggered down the street to meet him at a bar, and continued to drink. I felt a little better after continuing to splurge my soul onto him for a while longer. The place shut so he decided to walk me home.

I was drunk to the point of barely being able to stand. He said he’d never seen my room, so i invited him in, we ended up on the bed together, he started kissing me, i kept laughing in his face. Like literally, even while he was kissing me i couldnt help laughing at the rediculousness of the situation. He was obviously incredibly horny and had been making comments all night about how good i was looking (i’ve been following the ‘getting your heart broken diet’ you see).

Anyway, i told him i could guaranttee 100% that i would not have sex with him, so he eventually gave up and went home.

I missing out some very big and important chunks of the week because i dont think it is necessarily important to share them. It kinda ruins the overall flavour of the week a little.

Anyway, the next day i ended up not seeing him again – i was shattered and trying to get out of it and he had some sudden crises at work. So i dont know if we’ll start meeting up more regularly (just as friends i should point out) or not.

Thursday night i went out clubbing with 2 of my friends, one male and one female. We havent been clubbing in ages. We got a taxi down, and i discovered i’d left my student ID behind. Infact, I’d left ALL my ID behind, so i had to put on my little girl lost act for the bouncer, and he eventually let me in "just this once mind". Yeah right.

The guy went off to buy us drinks and came back with 6 double gin and tonics (i remind you there were 3 of us, and both me and my friend literally only need about half a single G+T to be on the floor). He’s a bit of an alcoholic. But he started making us down these things, and uickly went off for more because they were ‘dirt cheap’ at £12 for 6 doubles. So we ended up stood for about an hour having to guard a line of 12 double G+Ts and desparately trying to down them.

Needless to say, we ended up very drunk, and then proceeded to dance the night away. I decided it was time to let go a bit, and show all the skniny young ones how it’s done. I was properly dancing like a ho. I hope no-one i knew was there.

About 2am my feet were killing me so i went to sit down on my own for a bit. Within a minute of having sat down these 2 young girls came up and said i looked so lonely sat all my own, and come on, they’d teach me to dance, it wasnt that hard. Ha!! I decided to play along, so followed them to the dance floor, and then proceeded to proper get down. They looked really scared all of a sudden, and i informed them that i was dancing in that club before they’d even sat their GCSEs, and they started stuttering on about how i had such a pretty face and they’d wanted to help me pull. I informed them i have no need to pull. They looked really humiliated and practically ran away. Hahahahahahahahahaha.

Then of course the guy in our party decided he wanted sex with me, so he started pretty much feeling me up on the dancefloor. He’s already managed to convince practically everyone else in our friendship group to have sex with him, and he says i’m the only one left who wont do it. So he kept asking me to go home with him over and over, and as i say, feeling me up. Needless to say, come the end of the night, i went home to my OWN bed.

Then this weekend i went to stay in London with some friends who used to be at uni with me. It was cool, we went round Hamleys, and through Leicester Square, and then to China Town where we got take-out to take back to the house. We properly pigged out, it was great. Then we watched crappy horror films until the early hours of the morning, just like the good old days. Then today we went along to Buckingham Palace and happened to stumble upon a kind of parade type thing, all very nice. And of course, we had to make sure that we got in a mild bit of trouble with a few policemen while there.

So anyway, this is long because a lot has happened, and a lot of big things have also happened that i’m not going to write about. I havent really gone into detail about a lot of stuff.

But back to work tomorrow, and all of a sudden, i have to get my head back in order and start to sort out all the 101 things that need doing, all of them a bloody nightmare. I think job one is properly sort out my job application. But back to cycling to the hospital everyday again, and of course actually having to see patients and everything. I have to admit, the idea is soul destroying.