So This Is How It Is...

I just spent the last day, and majority of the week, by myself, like a big boy. And do you know what? I really don't like it...

I think it helps when I have work to be getting on with or to go to, but I've just not found anything to distract me to such an extreme today. It's happened before, and it'll undoubtedly happen again, where Pill, despite his insistence that I move in with him because otherwise he'll go mad by himself, has gone out without informing me of his plans...

Before I start sounding like a concerned parent. I don't care what Pill does in his spare time, or where he goes. It merely annoys me because since his condemnation of my cooking, he has taken up the mantle of cooking everything (namely curry or chili) and has banned me from doing anything because he either doesn't like what I cook, or the way I cook it. Therefore, when he doesn't come back from his daily outing, I'm left wondering what's for dinner, and since he went shopping to the cost of £75 last week (of which I paid half) I went to investigate what I could cook. As I explored I found four packs of frozen bacon and a pack of frozen sausages (cider and apple if you're wondering - and a variety I won't eat due to the unwanted sweetness in my savouries. I know I must be the only person to hate the coupling of pork and apple, but I do), some chips (why?), plenty of veg, three slices of bread, condiments, a chorizo, and some cheese. So, where's my food? I haven't eaten £30's worth of food this week, and I had to pay extra for that bread and cheese! 

Needless to say, I didn't cook. I ordered some Chinese instead (cos I be lazy) and watched a movie wondering where the bloody hell they could be, when I see a Facebook status from DarkHorse mentioning HB's and food and such. Couples make plans all the time, I don't care, but I do mind when I'm not told that there are plans and that I should plan to be alone. I expected them to be back by about lunchtime with Pill's chirpy: 'just popping out' this morning. 

I guess it all boils down to Pill wanting DarkHorse to move in, which of course means that we'll have to move. I've told him, like I told him from the start, I'm not living with a couple. I don't mind if she comes over and stays a while, but actually living with a couple, its just not something I saw myself doing this year. For one, I'll never get a say on anything.

Have you noticed that this group is fracturing? Or is it just me? Tag and Cherry don't like Pill and DarkHorse, Pill and DarkHorse don't like Tag and Cherry, Pill and I are going to fall out over this moving business because he wants to move his girlfriend in (I see the financial benefits, but on the other hand, no), I don't think HB and I have had a conversation in a year. Everything seems to be splitting again, and that's just the long and short of it. 

Have I given up caring? 

Pill might argue (and he would) that I leave him by himself all the time. And truth be it, yes, yes I do, but I probably wouldn't have done so much if he was ever in the flat in those early days. He still talks to me about money and other shit like that, and asks me about how secure my job is and completely fucks with my head all the bloody time. And yet he's the poor one, or so he says. He sits and talks to me about my life and suggests things I should do. Why is it his business?

I guess when I'm alone, all the dark thoughts do sort of come out. But there's always solace in it all. If I wasn't alone that one time, I wouldn't have randomly started talking to Red, and she wouldn't have become such a close friend as she is now. Tag and I wouldn't hangout so much I don't think, and we wouldn't all hangout together as much as we do. We wouldn't cinema, burger, sleep, and cat, all together. And I like that, but if it wasn't for loneliness it wouldn't have happened. 

I know I can be an annoying and stupid prick sometimes but I just wanted to tell you all that. And I think I've ranted enough and gotten all my crazy out for one day. What do you think?

I'm going to start writing again, and hopefully get this short story finished this week. Then we'll see what I do with it. 

Carpe diem...

Breakfast at Tiffanys...

I have a girlfriend.

Okay in the intervening time between then and now, I have acquired what some would call a girlfriend. She has long wavy red hair, lovely blue-green eyes, a curvaceous figure, and a brilliant personality to complement mine. I'm so happy. We went to town, we had dinner and drinks, and then we just walked back in the warm summer night. The moon was up, the stars were out, and the streets were empty. It was perfect. She was lovely, the night was lovely, everything was just so, dare I say it, lovely. But then I woke up...

Alright, so I don't have a girlfriend, so what? It's not like I'm lonely or anything.

Back to reality:

Believe it or not, instead of staying in today, because that would be a logical thing to do since we went out in the daylight only just yesterday, we went out again. A mutual friend of the flat, Jimbo, called me up at 10:55am and started to discuss the possibility of a Frankie and Benny's Breakfast. He said they serve breakfast until 12:00pm. This I thought was a bit late for breakfast so I rallied the troops together, much like Tag did on the previous day, already mentioned.

(Hi Tag!!!)

Anyway, so I managed to wake everyone who wanted to come, and get them all ready within 10 minutes. A world record for most of the ladies who came with us - not to name any names (Bells and Scurvy). So we left at 11:10am down there for 11:20am and I had American Pancakes with maple syrup. It was Looooooooooveeeely.

So we sat there with Jimbo, wondering what life would be like for people who just don't get up at that time of the day (namely normal Students) and go to breakfast.

I have to think that Breakfast, when done properly is perhaps one of the best and most filling meals of the day. A view both Jimbo and I agree with.

Here we are eating our pancakes, and drinking our drinks. I had Apple Juice (ordinary breakfast drink), Scurvy had tap water (the cheapskate), and there's Jimbo, Bells, and Tag with Alcoholic beverages ranging from a Pint of Bud to a Strawberry Daiquiri. I judged them, though Tag defended their alcoholic breakfast abuse with the phrase, 'it's two o'clock somewhere'. I still judged them.

So after, what was essentially, brunch, we went into the old townstead...again. I failed to acquire anything this time. Namely because I didn't need to, which is always good. Stopped off at Jimbo's, as was our leisure, and see how our friend had been living all that year. It turns out, it was quite well. A nice sized kitchen, a nice sized garden, and a nice sized bedroom. The only downside that I could see, was the overall smell and the lack of any sort of shutting device on the lavatory and bathing rooms (which were the same room as is the usual). This worried me a little, I mean how much protection can a sign saying 'In Use' really be when there's a drunk flatmate around, especially a drunk Jimbo. Not very much, and one of Jimbo's flatmates was a lady (lucky Jimbo - you advantage taking swine - lol - not really).

And that was my day so far - or at least the interesting bits. Quite peculiar, I have to admit, for us to do stuff two days in a row. We do get excitable and the need to calm down and just blog is a great one. So blog I shall.

My back is fine today. I'm in peak physical health, with a high recovery rate (not really, but my back is fine now).

So now I'm sat here writing this, thinking about writing that, and watching Tag blow up Wii Mii's using his ex-world-war-one dog fighting floating plane, on Wii Beach Resort. It's always fun when you turn a typically childish children's game into GTA (for all you non-gamers that's Grand Theft Auto - and an obviously adult sounding game). And I just saw him fly into the centre of a live volcano and burn to death (the poor Mii).

I don't actually know where I'm going with this but I just wanted to ramble which I have done.

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

P.S. I haven't actually written about Sleep-poetry or Chaplin today, things are looking up (oh wait, technically I just did...damnit!).