So, I have now been back in the UK for 8 days. Well, 7 and a half. its been a long week!
So, after the fiasco between London and somewhere else in London, I was finally on a train to…Birmingham. Yet another change. Luckily for me, someone who knew all about the joys of lugging your life across the country, offered to help me with my stuff and get onto the correct platform in time for my next train, which was nice of him. I had a little conversation with a girl on the train about her adventure climbing in France. Its nice to be friendly to people on public transport! It seems so easy in Australia, but such an effort here. People don’t seem to want to talk to you. I’m going to make a conscious effort to talk to people on any journey longer than an hour.
Back at Wolverhampton train station (Which also smells pretty grim), I had to change money into coins to use the pay phone to ring Gunk, who was already on his way. I waited outside. There are a lot of people who smoke in Wolverhampton! Anyway, safely in the car, we soon arrived back at Gunk and Gants house, Exactly the same as I remember it. After a shower and some snuggly clean pjyamas, I settled down to a nice hot Roast dinner – with Yorkshire puddings! I had a bit of a catch up with Gunk and Gant before heading off to bed. I had been awake for over 26 hours. Suprisingly, I wasn’t that tired. Drained, but not tired, but dragged myself into bed to grag myself into the correct time zone. It worked. I was up before 9am the next morning. I had a slow relaxing morning before an AMAZING bacon sandwich for brunch (They don’t do them like that in Australia, one thing Brits do excell on) before Nan and Andy came top pick me up to take me back to Mums.
It was a journey that seemed to take forever. Nan said she was jealous of the Whales and said little more about Australia. I tried to volunteer some information. I don’t know if she couldn’t hear me or just didn’t know what to say. Then started the real entertainment. Andy and Nan had an Arguement about String Theory. Both had valid points. I think. But both were trying to outsmart the other. I looked out the window and thought about how cartoony the scenery looked. Clearly my level of intelligence it below par to that of the rest of the people in the car. I remember a point in time when I used to study really clever things and used to sort of understand really clever things. I think my mind is out of oractice, but if the restult is having more life satisfaction, which I seem to do now, then I can deal with that. I think the realisation had finally hit me – I’m not one of the cleverest people any more. I used to be top of my class. Moving to King Edwards for VI form knocked me down a few pegs, but even in Chemistry and even psychology I’m up there in the class. But not the top. Infact in Psychology I don’t seem to be doing much intense learning. It all seems very learnable. Physics and Maths dind’t seem that way to me, though grated I did get there in the end. I guess I’m just studying in a different class of people now. The top, but not at the very top, not right on the peak. Just sitting confortably I can see most of the view, but not all of it. But then, when I climbed snowdon, I got to the top and it was hailing so much, I couldn’t see anything. There was no point of being up there except for being able to say I had done it. 2/3 of the way up, my head wasn’t in the clouds. What I could see was clear and green and vivid. I enjoyed it a lot more. I wasn’t just doing it to say “Oh, I made it 2/3 of the way to the top.” I just did it, just, because.
Anyway. We reached mums, and the string conversation was left at a cliff hanger. Dexter came running out to greet…Andy…I got a Hug too, but he couldn’t wait to talk to andy. I was a bit hurt, but I know he is only little and doesn’t really understand things like that – bhe just wants andy to come and play on the Wii.Mum came out and gave me a hug, She was all teary. We went indoors to make cups of tea and set up Lunch. As requested Paella. And it was yummy. As ever, Mum went over board with food. We had scones, Brownies, Fairy Cakes, Plum Tart and strawberries for dessert…How I put on weight in Australia and not at Home, I’ll never know. It was a lovely lunch, but things were different to how I left them.
Dexter. Dexter is not the cutie pie I left behind. Well, he is, and he isn’t. I always knew he wasn’t cuddly. I got lots of cuddles, but not very long ones. He is still bossy. But not he is rude too. Somehow, by saying “I’m only joking” it makes a whole stack of things better. Not only is he rude, but Mum has made allowances for this being the case. He comes out doors and demands “Wheres my drink.” It interrupts conversation. Mum says sorry and goes to get it. She says he is in the hang of it because she has gotten so forgetful and deaf. The Mum I knew would never have let someone speak to her like that, no matter how many times she forgot or how deaf she was. More over, he does not listen to what he is told. I told him a good number of time to sit on his bottom whilst we were eating. He wasn’t just not sitting on his bottom, he was jumping on his chair. He is 5. I have baby sat 2 year olds that know they should sit on their bottom whilst eating. He said he didn’t want dinner yet was given ice cream. He ran around the house instead of letting mum dress him…yes mum still dresses him. I love Dexy to bits, but after baby sitting so many well mannered children…and even some not so well mannered ones, Dexters’ behavior is not what I remember it to be. And Dexter is my Golden Child.
Anyway, Mum told me to go inside to tend to Dex, whilst She cleared up a bit and Nan and Andy argued again about string theory. When I rejoined them outside (after I think, they decided to agree to disagree), Nan announced that we are all at a cross roads, and asked what mine is. Well, My issue with being back (Apart from the weather, the people aren’t so nice and there aren’t any pumpkins here), is that I don’t have any choices. I don’t get to choose anything at the moment besides what I have for breakkie – and not even that, because I forgot to buy cereal. I am being shoved in the one direction of Uni. I don’t get any choice in what I learn or when my lessons are any more. I have little free time and even less money, I’m not free to go and explore any more. I’m kind of stuck. In one place. For the next two years. I’m not at a cross roads at all, I’m on the god damn Stuart Highway. The next thing I’ll see will be a convenience store. Picking up the essentials and carrying on. Of course, this conversation led onto why Nan is at a cross roads. Apparentley the labelling of your products is a life changing decision. She could have just asked.
Andy started a new conversation. University. “You’re going into your second year aren’t you.” I nodded. “I’m going into my third.” He said. He talked about Graduation and about graduating at the same time. I said I’ll try to get onto a masters programme. He said he was already on one, if he wanted it, plus his degree turns into a masters anyway. Great, well we aren’t all so lucky. “Finally got ahead of you! It was bound to happen at some point though.” I was shocked. How rude? I genuinly can not believe anyone would say somthing like that. “Well I’ve done more with my time at uni,” I replied in my defence. “Ouch, that hurts,” in an exaddurated and offended manner. However offended he was, I can garantee I was more so! It wasn’t always a given. I remember being in year 2 and going to his year 1 parents evening and his teacher commenting on his hand writing, saying it was elegible. I remember all of his teachers saying he needed to focus. I remember one week, Andrews homework got sent home 5 times for him to re do! It was not always a given.
Before Nan left, I got out my Swag and I had a chance to show it off. I don’t think Anyone was that impressed at first. The I explained the ins and outs, it’s anti rip technology, how warm and waterproof it is, the nice thick materess, then they insisted that my Late Grandad Michael would just had to have had one – two even. Dex likes it. Everyone keeps bringing up how they are going to borrow it. No way.
After Nan left, Dex showed me around the room they had prepared. A new sofa bed had been pulled out, decorated in my linen, and decorated with Pirate Bunting. Obviously the highlight for Dexter. There was also a fruit bowl with a pinapple in (I’m going to pretend this is because Mum calls me Pinapple Prin, and ignore the fact they are mighty difficult to cut up at the best of times – let alone when you are three floors up, without a knife or surface to cut it on); as well as biccies and other snacks. Yknow, just in case I woke up in the middle of the night on an Aussie time zone and needed a midnight snack. As you do. It was a nice thought, but unneccecary. Mum kept highlighting the fact that she had cleaned it, as it was really dirty before and how she hadn’t done any of that for Andy. Well, I appreciate that.
I had left overs for dinner and before long, Andy was carted off to Grandmas for the night. I read Dexy a bed time story, Darrell had a shower and went to bed, whilst Mum and I were left on our computers. She had the worlds shorted bath, even though she did watch TV for an hour before hopping into it. I then had a shower and went to bed too.
I woke up early enough to have breakkie with Dexy and walk him up to school – his first day of Year 1. I didn’t get as emotional as I did before. I didn’t even take a photo. He was confident thgouth. He got right on in there, whilst most kids looked like they had just been told they were going to be used as a human sacrifce. Dex got right on in playing dinosaurs and a couple of his friends were a little more at ease with that and went to play with him. I noticed, he didnt really play much, The child sitting next to him had about 8 dinosaurs out and was getting them to interact with each other, and was playing with different ones every few seconds. Dexter on the other hand, only had one, and was hardly even looking at it. He merely held it in his hand and got it to take a few steps every now and again. Odd.
It was time to leave, so Mum and I left and Headed into town. Mum told me about a parenting technique quiz she took on facebook. It said she was a hands off parent and she felt really bad for it. I said, well, she raised Andy and I differently, but she raises Dex completley differently. I bought to her attention him not dressing himself. She justified herself by saying she couldn’t do it when Andy and I were little. I get it, making up. But it’s not helping anyone.
First stop – Boots. But boots was expensive, so we went to Tesco instead, which in my opinions, was expensive too. I really wanted a shampoo for greasy hair. Something they do not have AT ALL in Australia. I guess because of the climate, greasy hair isnt very common. My hair still got greasy though. I actually found there wasn’t many shampoos for greasy hair here either. I guess with all the chemicals and heat people put on their hair, itt does lead to it being dried out and frizzy. I can’t really use shampoo with mint or citris as it irritates my scalp. Teatree does too, but not to the same extent. I eventually found one for greasy damaged lifeless hair. Sounds perfect. We got some razors, soap, bits and bobs like that. At the check out Mum announced that she couldn’t afford to pay for my stuff as she hadn’t paid rent yet. Not a problem. I’ve been buying my own stuff for years, I’m sure I could pull this one out the bag. Well, If I was buying this one myself, I would buy the felt pens that were on special too. I needed a new set for uni anyway, as all mine went missing whilst traveling. Mum then went on about how she felt inadequate for not being able to make the purchase for me. I said it really didn’t matter.
Next stop – M&Co, for new undies. They were expensive there! But it was really the only option, and seeing as I got rid of most of my undies at the air port, I kind of needed these ones. We looked around the clothes too, just incase. It’s really for middle aged women. Mum says it’s really cool, but just the fabrics they use are heavy. Not my kind of thing at all. There was one shirt on the sale rack I liked though. It was chiffon (with a built in singlet underneath – not that I would have minded without it) and was completley covered in beads and sequins. That’s my kind of thing! It wasn’t my regular style, but it didnt look too bad on. it was £20, but in my head that means $20, so didn’t seem that expensive. When I was at the checkout, that actually translates to $40, and is expensive…too late by the time you’re paying for it though. Oh well. Its a pretty top. I’ll just have to wear it heaps now 🙂
Mum Announced she needed the toilet again. When she emerged for the talking toilet cubical she told me about this peeing problem she has, and how the amount she pees is related to her emotions. Because she couldn’t buy me shampoo, she now feels inadequate and now is needing to pee a lot. She said essential oils helped stop it, but emotions over take. She literally needed to pee every 5 minutes. I looked in a couple of op shops, found a few bits and bobs I liked, but nothing fit properly. I found a top what I liked the sequiny neckline of, so I plan to take it off and stitch it onto a shirt I do like the fit of. I considered the fact that I needed actual clothes and not just sparkly going out clothes. I then realised that my “OKAY TO BE SEEN OUTDOORS SHIRT” is my purple top with the sparkly neck line. All my going out tops had been relegated to a “be seen in public shirt.” My “be seen in public shirts” became “In the house and work shirts.” Those quickly became bin material. I think my new thing is sparkly neck lines.
We went to Grandmas for an hour or so for a cup of tea and to collect Andrew. Turns out I was pretty close to one of her sisters at one point. She lives in Noosa. I thought she lived in Far North Queensland. Oh well, Next time. I quite like Grandmas sister. We left so we could go home for lunch, and then started the inquisition about Birthday Presents.
Andy asked me what I wanted for my birthday, which was a nice enough question. But I honestly don’t know. Here’s my thing. I have lived for the last 14 months more or less completley out of my 25L back pack and hand bag, with less than 10Kg of stuff. (Okay, lets not lie here, I cheat Jet Star all the time, About 13Kg of stuff). That included everything. Clothes, toiletries, earrings, towel, coat, shoes, electronics, scuba diving books, post cards, notebooks, things I thought would be useful but aren’t. I haven’t bought anything for nearly two years. To try and save up, but also whilst I was out here, I didn’t have the space to carry heaps of things. I sold 95% of my possessions, and now I look at it again, I realise I could still get rid of at least half of what I own. when I am in a position to buy things, I never see anything I want, it’s incredibly easy to say no. The tricky thing is when I HAVE to buy things. I do still make purchases, but for things like food, new undies because mine are all falling apart, new canvas shows, because mine fell apart/stink so much I need to throw them away/left on a beach/aeroplane/and are two sizes too big anyway. Really, I buy adventures. Scuba Diving, Aeroplane tickets, Train Rides, Hostels, Dolphin Kisses, Shark Videos, Koala Cuddles, Penguin Pictures and Postcards…a whole lotta post cards. (I counted – theres nearly 200…Andrew thinks his are lost in the post).
BUT. It’s my 21st. I have nothing from my 16th or 18th. Okay, I got money and things for 6th form and Uni, but I have none of it left now. Those things weren’t meant to last. And I got Money, which helped me go to Australia, but now, Money will go to things like Food and Rent, because it has to. I know people want to be useful, get me something I need, something that will help me – clothes vouchers for example, because I have none of those…but really, I want something I can keep. Trust me, I searched hundreds of sites, searching ideas for 21st birthdays, and some were okay, some were lame. There was nothing that stood out to me as something I would REALLY want. nothing that I would ask for anyway. It took me forever to compile a list…
* Socks and Undies
* Belly Button bar
* Luggage Tags
* Passport Cover
* Photo Albums (big ones) and Printing Vouchers
* Something Special I can Keep
Thing is, I’m not exactly going to ask for something useless. And I don’t want money, because I’ll just spend it on boring things. Mum says I’ll have changed so much she wants to take me out shopping. Hm. I dunno. I feel like people could have even written me a card, something with a bit of thought. Anyway. I just felt (and it was clear they did too) that I was being ungrateful. I just want something memorable. I’m not going to ASK for a piece of jewelry, or a set of wine glasses, but I would be grateful and happy if I got them, and I would love them because they would be from someone who means a lot to me for a special day.
I just made the point that they’re asking someone who hasn’t bought anything in best part of two years. Mum said she completely understands, but I don’t think she does. Mum is always buying bits and bobs and decorations. Even though I gave her a Christmas pressie that morning (Kangaroo leather wallet, red, which goes with her new laptop bag), she was still going on about how she wanted a sparkly parasol from Karunda. Yes, they were lovely, but they were an inconvenience to carry. And big! If it were feasible, I would have bought one for myself. Anyway, I bought her a pearl Bracelet from there!
Andrew went into a bakery to buy a sausage roll. Mum asked me what was the matter. I said it didn’t matter, she would get more upset if I told her…then she got upset that I wouldn’t tell her. She assumed it was because of the shampoo. Hm…NO! We had Literally just been talking about birthday pressies. I told her and she had a bit of a sulk. We made it home. I was going to have a baked putato for lunch. Mum went to dig one out of the garden…They were little. I had beans with toast instead. For some reason, mum and Andy said my lunch looked lush…it was the same as theirs, I just put my beans in a bowl and cut my toast into soilders. didnt get it personally.
Just before school pick up, I went to Minor Injuries for an X-Ray on my wrist. No Damage done, though it’s more painful than ever now. The Doc said it was just soft tissue damage, but surely that would be healed now, almost three months. And it probably shouldn’t be clicking. No strap, just use pain medication as required. And I was told off for not going to the hospital straight away. Well…It didn’t hurt that much when I did it, I said it was a long term pain problem. Plus, I wouldn’t have gotten to a hospital for at least another week, and I thought it was a sprain and when I realised it wasn’t. it was kind of too late to claim back on my health insurance. “I’ve done a fair bit of traveling myself” he said. Hm, not in Out back Australia, where you literally have to phone a helicopter to get to you or wait two weeks for a doctor to come to your village! Anyway, I wasn’t in there long and when I got out, Dex was waiting.
We went to the library to take some books back and went to the co-op for electricity and to pay rent. I got a couple of books too. We then headed back to Mums. (Tee hee, just copying pictures onto my hard drive – apparentley it’s going to take 44698 day and 18 hours….could be here a while!!!). Dex and I played the wii for a bit, I didn’t know how to play really, but the screen hurt my eyes. We did play for a good 40 minutes, before I got fed up. Dedx seemed okay with the play we did have. I cracked open a book, Dex put on Youtube videos, so loud it could be heard in AUstraliua, Andrew and Dex were aurging, Darrell was cutting hedges, and the TV was on. The noise was all a bit too much. I told andy I was going for a lay down, and to get me up in half an hour or so, weather I was asleep or not. I did fall asleep, but I wasn’t that tired, just relaxed.
I woke up just as mum was putting Dex to bed and reading him a story. I was upset. I missed out on Dinner with everyone. I missed out on reading Dex a story before bed. I missed out on spending some time with everyone. Lets face it, i was due to be back at university in the next three weeks. In that time I had a lot of people to see. I didn’t exactly have a whole lot of time with them before I’m gone again for 6 or so weeks. Maybe more. I had a bit of a cry. I head Mum say she would come and check on me in a bit. Well, I stayed awake past everyone going to bed, and until about 1am. No one came to check on me. I woke at about 4am. I had already had a decent amount of sleep, I didn’t need to do a whole lot more. I sorted some things out for this end on the world. I went to pee, Darrell was down there. He told mum I was awake, and after he left, Mum bought be Breakfast in bed.
She made polite conversation, asked about the kind of things I needed for Uni, my financial status, people I need or want to see, things I have to do, She asked me what was the matter. I said I was a bit upset she didn’t wake me up last night. I had specifically asked to be, so I could spend time with everyone. She said Andrew never told her that. Then she said it was what she (and later Darrell thought best). Really, the worst thing for someone who “has jet lag” (Which I didn’t) it to get them out of a routine. You want to put them INTO a routine. Being in bed for the night at 5pm, isn’t good. As predicted, she got all shitty with me. She said I had better get booking my train tickets if I was planning to stay there the next two weeks. Funnily enough, that’s what I had been doing. She went down stairs to get Dexter dressed – A Dexter who didn’t want to go to school. She was now cranky at him too. Just the previous day she said it was unfair that the school had complained about his attendance, it was pretty good considering how sick he had been, now she was saying she didnt want a repeat of last year where he just sat around watching videos all day because he couldnt be bothered to go to school. Most the time, we had to go to school when we were sick.The one time I managed to milk it for an extra day, I actually was more sick than I thought…and continued to be for a further three weeks…I still had to go to school. I only had 2 days off when I had tonsillitus!!!!
Mum returned upstairs to announce that I should pack my bags, she would help me to the train station. I said I hadn’t got my keys for my new place. She sat down and smiled and in the sweetest voice ever, said “Thats a shame, hurry up.”
Not even 48 hours.
I don’t think I have ever been more hurt in my whole entire life. My dad threw me out the house yeah, but he was depressed and saw me every week. I hadn’t seen my mum for over a year. This is the mum who posts on facebook that she misses me and can’t wait for me to come home. Only to look good, probably, but still. Not even 48 hours and she wants rid of me. She said no one wanted to be around me, I had been horrible to everyone, critisising her parenting skills, being nasty to Andy. I said she bought up those conversations and Andy had done his fair share of being Nasty too. She went downstairs. I started to pack. I was glad I hadn’t even started to unpack. She came upstairs and said she didn’t want me to leave and asked why I looked so angry.
I broke down. I haven’t cried so uncontrollably and hysterically ever. Not when dad threw me out, not even when I first broke my arm. I was so hurt. She gave me a hug but when she told me to stop crying and I said I couldn’t she told me to stop being a petulant child. “You’re exactly like your father. You’re a horrible person and you’re going to die sad and alone.”
I told her she said horrible things and did horrible things and she doesn’t even realise it. She told me I better hurry up with my bags and promptly started the school run. I rang Gunk and asked If I could go there. I left a message. I had an email saying I could pick up my keys that day if I wanted. I got a call back form gunk, who advised me to talk it over with Mum before I left. The only reason I stayed till she arrived was because there was no spare keys to lock up. I didn’t want she saying I was thoughtless and selfish on top of everything else she would use as ammunition against me. I did the dishes, cleaned the stove, looked for a vaccume cleaner, tidied downstairs, tidied dexters room. I looked out the window and saw her coming back. All of my stuff was downstairs, I was ready to go. I told her I would be gone but I couldn’t find a key to lock up and put my bags on. She said she wanted to talk it over, fine.
She said I had been nasty. I said she hadn’t asked anything about Australia since I had been back. She said she had read all of my blogs, all of my post cards, all those skype dates (Yeah, I remember waiting around for hours, sometimes with no response at all; and as for the blogs, She hasn’t read most of them, otherwise she would DEFINITLEY have something to say about some of the stuff I do). She hasn’t asked me how Bec’s was – shame, because she would have liked their fusion resturant. She is an intelligent woman! I’m sure she can think of a question. She could have asked me how my journey was! Even Gant and Gunk asked me questions. She said she has been fine for the past year and it talked me all of two days to have her in tears again. I ,make her peeing worse! Then she bought up about how she took me to the Doctor because she thinks I have a disorder (of course she does) about needing to be in the center of attention all the time. As if she did a big thing for me. She thinks I need to go back. The doctor said I was fine. Here’s the thing. No one else in the world seems to think I have that problem. My Dad had a bipolar love hate for me, but still doesn’t even think I have that. I have been much happier for the last three years, not having someone telling my I am selfish, spoiled and attention seeking all the time. I said maybe, she is the one with a problem, because as soon as I something else happens, she makes it all about herself. About her books, about her pee, about how She feels (ho its all my fault p- always is). She exploded. So you’re better without me then? She demanded. (Funny how it’s about her again). I just replied “Maybe I am.”
“You need to leave,” She said.
“Just remember, you asked me to leave, when you go and tell everyone about how horrible and selfish I am,” I said.
“Get out of my house before I slap you,” She said. I’m going!!! She followed me out the door – pause to go to the toilet for dramatic effect. She watched me struggle with my bags through the narrow walk way. I bet she enjoyed every second of that.
So, the handle broke off one of my suitcases half way to the train station, so I caught a bus the rest of the way. The bus driver had a go at me for not hailing the bus (I did???). The bus dropped me off just as far away from the station as I started, though at least it was a flat surface. I bought a ticket (over £40, because it wasn’t an advance ticket – “It’s because its such a big distance,” explained the ticket man…I’ve bought plane tickets from Melbourne to Tasmania for less than that!!!) I considered taking my library books back, or asking the ticket man to, but I thought, I have to come and collect my bed linen at some point, so I’ll take them back then. I phoned my land lord. I thought I would try mobile, but the pay phone was expensive and his phone clearly doesn’t accept withheld numbers. I got onto the train and got talking to a lady on there. I borrowed her phone, which she wasn’t happy about initially, thinking I was going to call over seas. I would pick up my Keys at 5pm. I would arrive in Bangor at 1.30pm.
I wobbled up to my new flat. No one offered to help me, obviously. I thought I would knock on the door to the flat downstairs, just in case, Chulin or Lucy decided to stay for the summer. I was in luck! Chulin was leaving in about 20 minutes, but let me stay in the flat for a couple of Hours. Lucy would be back in an hour or so, so she text her saying there was a surprise waiting for her. Lucy was suprised! She did not expect a human being in her lounge room – much less on that had been in Australia for a year! We went to maccas for lunch. Well, I did, I shouted her a coffee. It’s so cheap!!! We then went to Boundary miss for some sheets. There were some hypoallergenic ones on sale, so I bought two and some pillow cases, though I need to go back, as they have pretty photo frames on sale 🙂 I picked up a few bits and bobs, toioletries, pens, and we made it back. We had a cuppa, and the land lord then came with my keys. I spent a couple of hours chatting to lucy and her new boyfriend Dan and we had a good catch up. They can’t believe how Aussie I sound.”Authentic” was the term used. Thats good, right? Dan said I sounded much less high pitched, squeaky and excitable than I used to, which is deffinitley a good thing. Then we reminiced over first year, others in our cohort. It was interesting to see that people thought I was a peer guide because I was so bubbly and confident in first year…funny. That’s how I made friends in Chemistry…It’s what caused me to not have friends when I started psychology.
Later in the evening I went to the super market, and started to get settled into my flat.
The next morning I was up bright and early. I totally sorted out my room. Laundry done, Bed made, Shower had, lunch eaten, I made a trip into town. I needed to get some bits and bobs and get my computer fixed. It only took 15 minutes and £10, which is pretty damn good – especially as i was prepared to give in and get a new one. There’s still a few year in the old boot yet! The guy said the older machines tend to be a bit better, more durable and last longer anyway. Plus, the operating system is as good as it gets. (I have Vista). Cool beans! I went into a few op shops looking for some tops. It turns out sparkly neck lines are very in season! Well, they were, and there’s a lot in the op shops, for like £1! Bargain!!! I went into Carphone Warehouse to have a look at getting a phone. I have to admit, I was seriously considering not getting one. But the guy serving me was pretty good looking. I was looking at contracts, so I needed a credit check. I didn’t have my account number with me, so I would need to come back another day. He was friednly and chatty though, but obvioously a sales person, so would just push anything. I would do my research, and then come back. I went up to Rathbone to hand in my transcript and headed home to make some dinner. Mussles and Pasta – yummy 🙂 (and actually really cheap!…but not local…)
I was suring facebook when I saw Sophie say something about her last day in Bangor. I thought she would be home by now! I scribbled her a message, asking if she was still here. She was!!! We arranged to meet for drinks later that night. I took her on a little tour around main arts and planned to take her to the Greek…buy it was empty, so we headed to the Belle Vue instead, which was cosy. Unlike both of us, we both had a drink. Tim recognised me and we said hey, but it was cut short. Sophie and I had a great catch up and agreed we need to see each other more often. She loved Bagnor and wants to do Post Grad out here! I said she is welcome to stay in Bangor whenever she wants. I walked home (OH MY GOSH ITS COLD!!!!) and was tucked up in bed before midnight. It was a great night out 🙂
I had an indoor Day and caught up on some computer stuff. I arranged to meet Sophie and Her Mum for dinner. It was a day that went by quickly. I caught up with kelvin and we arranged to meet on Sunday. I caught up with Tamsin too and we arranged to meet on Saturday afternoon. I’m feeling very popular right now – everyone wants to see me!!! :p I finally got a message from mum asking where I was and if I was okay. I just said I was fine. Sophie, her mum and I went out for dinner at the Tap and Splie – good hearty food. A foreign couple asked me what I had been eating. I had a Giant Yorkshire pudding…They must be a truly british thing. It was nice to have a good catch up 🙂
The next day I woke up late, but went to suprise Sophie and her Mum at the train station to wave them off. They said I am welcome to come over for christmas if I want to – there’s no way they will let me spend christmas on my own. That was very thoughtful of them 🙂
I went for a mooch around town, printed off some CV’s, applied for some jobs, before heading home and applying for a few more jobs online. I have been at University for three years. The Last thing I want, it for be flipping burgers in Mc Donalds. I have applied for Many jobs there though and they don’t seem to be keen on empolying me. There are some long winded application processes. Oh well. Tamsin was here before long to drag me out of my pool of dispair. We compared timetables and she dragged me out of my mess with student finance and emails. I locked myself out of Student Finance, so they sent me an email. Hotmail now needs Security Codes. My back up email is also Hotmail, so that one needed a Security code too…for which the back up was the initial email. I was locked out of both. Whoops. Turns out you an use a phone number to get your code, so tamsin used hers. My email is now registered to her phone :p
After a cuppa and sorting out student finance, I went to tamsins for dinner. We had a curry. She lives her her Boyfriend Dan, who is actually really nice. I didn’t feel like I was third wheeling there. They have a photo of me in their room – I told photo me to not look whilst they’re having sex :p Tee hee, they will only be able to think of that now!!!
On Sunday, Kelvin Came over. We had a big catch up. I can not believe how much of my blog he has read! I’m impressed! He said he noticed that I miss transport a lot..interesting. And true!!! He hasn’t even found out about the time I missed the plane!! He said it was good to read raw thoughts all just blurted out on the page, I guess it is. I wouldn’t read it. It’s too long. I might one day, but probably not for the next 5 years! I have to finish writing it first!!!
We went for a walk up bangor mountain and then came back for lunch. We are both pretty unfit now. Me, because of the lack of excersice, and him…well, he has broken his back. I made a bean chilli for dinner before we settled down to watch strictly. It was good. I’ve missed Kelvin. We said we would meet up again soon. I can’t believe he might be leaving north wales again soon 😦 That makes me sad.
Today I went to hand in some more job applications and after much searching, I think I have found two potential phone contracts. The guy from the other day was in there again, and we kept getting side tracked with my application, just chatting. He said a number of times that I was funny. I’ll take that as a good sign 🙂 I had to autograph on this electronic thingy instead of paper and my writing was atrocious. He thought there was a heart on my signature….it was actually a B. He said my credit check was the quickest he had ever seen, so I must be doing something right. I’m pretty proud of that! I must have a perfect credit rating 🙂 I was a bit worried initially, as Mums name showed up when he searched my previous addresses and I know hers is not so good. I didn’t want that to influence me. I finally got my phone. Its a fancy one and only £7.50/month! And instead of paying £25 for my phone upfront, I paid £25 for 1 years warranty and got a free phone! Awesome!!! I walked away a happy girl.
I looked around town a bit more, picked up a couple more job application forms and went to look for a pair of flats, seeing as my shoes consist of a worn out pair of thongs, my walking boots, my brown boots and a pair of white heels. I feel I need something more casual…that I can wear in shorts (boots don’t cut it!) There are hardly any shoes in my size in Bangor. The shoes they did have are school shoes or little flowery wedges, so I decided to give it a miss for now. I’ll have a look on Saturday when I meet Meg in Chester.
I had a big cook up and made a whole stack of chicken a Vegetable soup, as well as chicken kievs, baked potato and veggies for dinner. I have a butternut pumpkin, which tasted okay…a bit water compared to Aussie ones though. I also applied to a few more jobs. If I apply for every job in Bangor, one is bound to accept me…surely. I really want the Job at Next though. I kind of have my heart set on that one now!
Right-o. Time to get on with something else! Life waits for no one here. I guess its not quite so bad as I thought it would be. Lucky I have some good people around to cheer me up! 🙂