It actually works....

...This whole positive thinking malarky. I do believe it actually works. I have felt more cheerful in the last few days than I think I have in the last few months. Just because I've been thinking positive. And, you know, it seems to affect others around you. They become more positive too. It's contagious, like yawning. Only so much better than yawning (although a good yawn is satisfying, is it not?). And, when this happens, good things follow. I like good things. So, I'm gonna keep on being positive and let the good times roll.

Sunny Days in Swansea

It's days like this when I know that everything will get better...

Hair

So, today, I have been wondering about hair. What is the purpose of it? I mean really? Everyone has different hair styles, colours, types... but what purpose does it serve? Is it like the human equivalent of peacock feathers? I mean, because if it served a ourpose vital to human survival, why do men lose it? Some women lose their hair as well. I have just been wondering about this today as I need a haircut, and I couldn't decide whether to dye it again or not, which led me to start thinking about the purpose of hair. I've had many hairstyles, spent copious amounts of money on my hair. Some would say ridiculous amounts. And for what? Guys don't notice when we do something to our hair. Is it a girl thing? Competition between girls? I don't know. But it has got me thinking about the many hair styles I've had. Even in the past few years. Thus, exhibit below....

Another interesting turn of events

So, it seems it's just all gone crazy n my life at the moment. Rachel has decided to move upstairs to live with Mat. I've told her this is a bad idea in my opinion. They have only been together 2 months and only known each other for 3. But there's just no telling loved up people sometimes. Anywho, she can't move out until August when our 6 month contract is up. But it appears that she's already started moving her stuff up there. This makes me sad. I don't really want to be living by myself until someone else moves in. I'm by myself enough as it is already. I have found someone to move in though. My friend Ross wants to stay in Swansea as well. So it's all good. I'm just hoping that nothing goes wrong between Mat and Rachel in the next 3 months as I can't let Ross down. Things are just confusing at the moment.

I am also very burnt. Will upload a picture of my amazing tan lines tomorrow.

It's time to start all over again...

Well, it appears that I am single. I honestly couldn't tell you why, just that I have been ignored for the last week. I am rather angry about this, so I'm not going to dwell on the childishness of it all. Just that at the moment I'm trying to get my head together again.

Also, in impressive news, I drank Jack Daniels all night last night and didn't get aggressive or emotional once!

A Big Realisation

So, here's what happened. Yesterday, I was at work. It was a pretty boring day if I'm gonna be honest with you. I got woken up early by the builders who are fixing the back wall, as they wanted to steal our electricity and water. The cheeky buggers then took my keys. Was not too happy about that. It meant I spent time sighing rather than getting to work early as I had planned. Instead I got to work just on time, which wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to be early and superduper amazing. Fail.





Anywho, work was rather boring. It was a quiet night. Nothing of interest happened. My boss was in a mood and seemed to take it out on everyone else. Those shifts are never fun. The news was going on and on about the hung parliament and Gordon Brown resigning and other such stuff that didn't grab my attention. Since my boss fiddled with the tv, we no longer get the fun channels that have decent programmes on. We have news. Rubbish. Anyways, there I was, beating the crap out of a burger on the charcoal grill (a favourite hobby of mine), when it happened. My sudden realisation.... Life after graduation is this. All the expectations I had in my final year, wanting university to be finished as life after would be soooo much more exciting, only... it's not. It's as monotonous as university. I wake up, go to work, go home, sleep, repeat... Is this it? Is this what I have to look forward to for the next 40 years? Really? Well, I'm not impressed.





But then... I had another thought, a bit later on when I was at home and pondering aforementioned revelation. Maybe life is only like this because I'm not making it interesting? Maybe I am not looking for the exciting things. The exciting things that happen in every day life. I mean, if you think about it, life is pretty exciting. And I think we spend most of our time worrying that we're not living life to the full enough, which is a bit ironic as we're then actually not living our lives.





I think my recent funk is down to a few things. One is probably my laziness. I am feeling extremely lethargic at the moment. I literally have motivation for about 10 minutes, and then poof! It's gone. I'm going to blame this on my diet. I need more veggies and fruit. And tuna! I shall eat more tuna. Another reason is my lack of free time meaning that all I can see myself doing is working. Now, I've though about this, and it's not strictly true. If I actually woke up at a decent time of the morning rather than afternoon, and did stuff rather than spending all day on Facebook, I might actually enjoy my time more. I have a lot of free time before work, I need to make the most of it. And, maybe another reason is the amount of stupidly intense couples I have surrounding me. I'm not saying me and Mike aren't serious, because I think that we are. But for the first time in my dating life, I am not making everything intense. I guess living in different towns helps with that. And you know what? It's refreshing. Admittedly at times I worry and I panic and I get paranoid that he doesn't want to be with me etc etc. But, then I come to the realisation that if he didn't want to be with me, he wouldn't be. And what we have is good. I don't feel smothered, or trapped, or anything like that. I feel happy. I may sometimes look at what my housemate Rachel and the guy upstairs have and feel a pang of jealousy. But then I take off the Mills & Boon goggles and look at it rationally. They spend every waking minute together, they spend every sleeping minute together... when do they get their own time? When Mat's at work? When Rachel's upstairs doing her uni work? That's not having your own time really. And when they have their first argument, it's gonna me messy. They've only been together a bit less than two months. Nobody should be that intense that early. I find it amusing though that Rachel moaned about me being too intense in relationships when I first got with Mike... and now look! Pot, kettle, black much. There's also Danny at work. I love him to bits, but he's so loved up all the time! And he is definitely the woman in his relationship. His boyfriend, Dan, is a nice guy, but Danny mothers him. And the plans he's got for his birthday... Jeez. I mean, a treasure hunt around Swansea?! A surprise birthday party with a buffet and a cake that it's taking him 3 days to make?! That just all sounds exhausting! But I guess it works for him, so I'm happy for him in that respect. Clearly, romance is not dead. As for me, I am happy with what I've got. I see Mike when I can, we have a good time and he does give the best cuddles. And despite other temptations from people who shall not be named, I don't want to be with anyone else. I guess this means I'm maturing? I guess maybe I am.

So, from this moment forward, I'm having a life tidy. I'm going to write a big list of things I want to do this year. And I'm going to jolly well do them! I'm going to make my life exciting, I'm going to appreciate the small things in life, and I'm going to spend less time on Facebook (seriously, they need counselling groups for Facebook addiction).

Election 2010

I'm watching the Election. I'm not sure why, I'm not politically minded. I actually forgot to register so I couldn't actually vote. I'm not sure that the parties are actually different to each other. Yet still, I'm sitting on my sofa with a can of Diet Coke, contemplating baking cookies, watching this election because it feels like it's gonna be a huge change for the UK. If I had voted, it would've been for Liberal Democrats. That appears to be the way I swing. I wish in a way I was more politically minded, maybe this would make more sense! Hmmm... It's compelling to watch. It sounds cliched, but I guess I am watching the future of this country being shaped. This is definitely a moment for cookies.