As I’m still sick and sound like a 14 year old boy whose voice keeps breaking I’ve decided to take to my bed today. It’s been a while since I’ve just lounged in bed, we’ve become best friends again me and my bed.
I have made a discovery today! And that is how to make the best hot chocolate in the world, at home. I admit, I’m a bit of a hot chocolate snob. For me it has to be Costa’s amazing hot chocolate. Nothing compares, not Starbucks, not cadburys, nothing! Until today! I have found out how to make gorgeously chocolately from the comfort of my own home and its all down to this…
One teaspoon of this bad boy and its a hot chocolate lover’s dream!
I put two teaspoons of my options hot chocolate, instead of the recommended three, my spoonful of nutella and some milk. I then boiled my water, added it to my mug and voila!!
Simply amazing! And yes, I have put pretty lights and magic dust on both the pictures for three reasons. 1, I wanted to jazz up the post a little bit. 2, I’m bored and 3, Nutella is special.
So I’ve made a big decision, I want to renew on my flat for definite! Another 6 months of living here! It seems like maybe this managing thing might progess, another managers said I can look after her team for a couple of weeks towards the end of September so I feel like I’ve got to stay, even if it is just to build up my cv a bit more. It wasn’t easy, I still worry about being not just lonely but alone and having to travel all the time and then being extremely tired so that when I am at home, I’m still in my bed at 2.30 in the afternoon. Yes that is what’s happening right now.
I’ve heard rumours that I might be getting a bonus from work when I get paid next Friday, I feel like I should do something with it rather than just spread it out so I have a bit extra money each month. I felt like I should go away for a few days, where I do not know. But we’ll have to see!
enduring enjoying my self inflicted bed bound state today I took advantage of the Sky Go that dad lets me have on my Ipad from his sky account and I watched a documentary called Waking Sleeping Beauty. I know, I know, I’m obsessed with Disney! But it was really interesting. It was about the animation team at Disney from around 1989-1997ish and how they kind of fell into a rut of movies that didn’t do so well before they brought out the amazing films like the little mermaid and the lion king. It was so interesting to watch, high recommended if you can find it! I also then just watched Disney Movies.
I have done a bad thing. You know when you’re ill and bored and you look a mess you start to get little bit of self pity? Well guess what happened to me?! Yes I was feeling down in the dumps and feeling sorry for myself and I did a little bit of facebook stalking on my ex. I personally blame facebook! If you’ve blocked someone, facebook should make it so you can never ever unblock them again! Does facebook not care about women who feel sorry for themselves when they’re lonely/drunk/ill/a mess?!? Apparently not! And yes, I know being sat at home facebook stalking while stuffing my face with a Rolo Cookie does make me pathetic, thankyou!
Anyway, I already knew he had a girlfriend, but this girlfriend has a child. Now, that must require some commitment. Commitment that he obviously didn’t want to give to me. Its like when Harry Met Sally! The horrible feeling that Sally gets when she realises it wasn’t that he ex didn’t want commitment, its that he didn’t want it with her! Not that I want him back but…are you fricking kidding me?!? I gave him everything for four years of my life and now after a few months with whatshername he’s shacking up with her and her kid. How lovely.
Ladies, please tell me that there’s a country where there’s just nice single men everywhere. If there is I will move there when I want to settle down! I’m not going to lie, I’m offically sick of being single. I don’t do well being single. I’m much better at being one half of a whole. And everyone is saying that they think its good for me to be on my own for a bit, I just feel like telling those people to be quiet! I’m not talking marriage and babies and all that jazz, just a dinner or a few drinks with a nice man who isn’t obsessed with football and can hold a half decent conversation.
But then, am I really going to find one just laying in my bed at 4.30pm on a Saturday afternoon? One can dream and Yes, I have yet to move.
On to the 31 day challenge!
What am I most proud of? this is the one question that I didn’t realise I’d repeated from last month, bugger! Its the same as last month. I’m not majorly proud of anything because I haven’t done anything major. Last month I said I was proud how I handled things with my ex but I’m not really. I just got on with it and not in the best way. I try and make out that I floated through those 6 months of us living together with a halo on my head while he had devil’s horns sprouting out of his but I yelled at him, slapped him a couple of times, tried to lock him out of the flat, told him I wish he’d never been born.
I’m going to change this question to my least proudest moment and it would be that, I didn’t like myself for those 6 months. It may have been provoked but God was I a bitch. Oh and the time I tried to flush one my brother’s DVDs down the toilet after a fight we’d had, that wasn’t clever.