Kizzy

Not blogged for a week. Feels like ages.

Went out last Friday night with work. Met a guy... and we swapped numbers, he has rang and text asking if he can 'take me out sometime', but I really don't know.

He was quite good looking. I think.

He just doesn't seem to have much crack.

In other news, I'm off to London next week for an awards ceremony. One of the teams at work is up for an award and I put their application together for them, so me and 9 other women are off to London to a fancy do and staying overnight. Should be good though as ever I'm panicking over what to wear.

...and born to rock. As my t-shirt says. That's what I wore to 80s night yesterday, complete with leggings, fingerless gloves and big pink earrings.

I don't really have any good photos either, sorry!

It was a good night, went with a couple of people from work. And their partners but I didn't feel like the odd one out or anything. One of the women, she's really nice, but she can be hard work sometimes. You know when you feel like you've got to explain yourself all the time, like your choices and stuff. Especially when she's had a couple of drinks.

Argh I'm watching big brother and its really making me angry. Some people are just so annoying!!!

Been a busy day. Productive though.

Stayed at my parents last night, had to take my car in for an MOT, then help out at a work conference in the next town all day. I must have ran up and down the stairs about 50 times.

Went to pick up my car afterwards and it cost me £187. Stupid cars cost so much money. I drove into two tyres stacked up at the front of the garage too, ha. Was embarressing. I'd already knocked a load of stuff on the floor at the conference, spilt blackcurrant juice on the hotel's white table cloth and tripped over a loose bit of carpet with two cups of tea in my hands.

Bit of a clumsy day!

Then I drove the 45 miles back here. And went to give blood, which is always an ordeal. That's twice this year, and I've made an appoinment for the next one in October so I'm 2/3 the way there to completing at least one of my new year resolutions (to give blood regularly).

After that I went to matalan and managed to get my outfit sorted for another 80s night this weekend.

I started this blog one year ago today, with this post.

225 posts later and here I am.

Just thought I would share that with you.

Bye for now.

Went out on Friday. There was an exhibition of student graphic design and photography work at the local University, so went there with a friend and then out for food and a few drinks. I say a few, I got quite drunk.

Was a good night, I enjoyed just doing something a bit differnt, going to the exhibition, and just having a chilled out night. Plus I hardly ever go out here, I usually go out back home at the weekend.

Which is where I ended up last night. Wasn't planning on drinking as I really need to save some money, so was just going to drive. However, I bought myself a new dress, leggings and a necklace so thought as I'd failed to not spend any money I might as well go all out and spend even more on a night out. A bit of backwards logic.

Plus I don't think I would have had a very good night if I'd been sober, not after the week I've had, and I felt really self conscious about how I looked and I just felt like I needed a few drinks to take the edge off. For some reason I just had a really bad feeling that something bad was going to happen.

When we first went out I felt really uncomfortable, I just felt so self conscious and paranoid. And, my friend was trying to subtly tell me that some girl who doesn't like her and her friend had been stood next to us, but her name is similar to the EX's, and when trying to lip read in a noisy bar, and when she was looking so serious as if something really bad had happened, I thought that's what she said. That he was at the bar with a girl. I spent the next ten minutes shaking and feeling sick, until I worked out from following conversations that she hadn't been talking about him.

I felt so bad I was considering just going home but I'm pleased I stuck it out, I had a really good night once I'd got over that.

I didn't get very drunk though, as I seem to be getting quite depressed when drunk. I'm ok in town, but it's when I get home it hits me. So last night I was ok.

Seen Cricket Boy. I accidently caught his eye on a couple of occassions, and I just turned away. He was stood near me for a while, then all of a sudden he just came up behind me and grabbed me round the waist, and said 'Come on, dance with me'. I pulled away from him and congratulated him. He asked what for, and I just replied 'The wedding'.

He was so not impressed, he shook his head and walked off. It was so funny.

I'm going on holiday. Three of my friends decided to go to Spain, and a couple of hours later it was booked. Not for 8 weeks, but I can't wait. Really need to get away from here. And somewhere with sun, all the better.

Can't afford it, but it just means when I (eventually) move, I'll have to sit on a deckchair for a couple of months till I save up enough for a sofa. Ah, who needs furniture.

So I'm feeling a bit better that I have something to look forward to, though the whole weight thing is going to be an issue, that might bring it down a bit but I'm going to try and not obsess about it.

Seen 2 flats this evening. No good. And it's not me being fussy, my friend from work came with me and she thought they weren't up to much either. The first one, the bedroom was barely big enough to fit in my bed. It would have went wall to wall, no room for a wardrobe or any other furniture. So, I shall continue to scour the letting ads in the paper every friday.

Got a sore throat, hope I'm not coming down with something. I don't have time to be ill. Though having said that, a couple of days in bed may well sort me out. But considering I was out of the office for most of today and had 40 emails to deal with when I got back, probably not a good idea. Maybe I'm coming down with pig flu.

Haven't even booked the time off work for the holiday, as it was all a bit of a rush. Hopefully it will be ok though. It will have to be.

God I'm such a moan, it started off so well with the holiday news and then I just whine about house hunting, work and being ill! What I really mean to say is that I feel a little better, despite the other stuff.

I've been to see the 9th property and it was a dump. It had a garden and off road parking which would have been good, but would need loads of decorating and new carpets, would cost a fortune.

I'm just sick of looking now, I feel like I'm never going to get anywhere. However, I have two more to see this week.

A two bed terrace, plus converted attic room, seperate living room and dining room. Plenty of space for a study, just off a main road but the road itself seems pretty quiet. Have concerns that it may cost a lot to heat though, all those rooms just for me.

The other one, in contrast, is a one bed flat, with open plan living room and kitchen. From the photos it looks nice though, new kitchen, fully furnished and wood floors throughout. The downstairs neighbours will be pleased with the noise!

So here's hoping by the end of the week I'll be sorted.