The life of a herbal tea drinking daydreamer...

Why does a milky cup of tea in my venti Starbucks mug make everything feel better? Maybe it's the warmth of it? Or the fact that it's stolen and I saved myself 7 pounds? (terrible of me? I know!) I wouldn't say I was miserable today, I'm just feeling a little sensitive, perhaps a tad 'melo dramatic' It's only because I wish I could spend a little more time with my boyfriend (a long story that I shall not go into, because I've solved it in my mind and haven't the time to get all 'deep') and the fact that it's 10:55pm and he's out with his friends, probably getting a bit drunk and I'm sat in my kitchen (that looks like a library, with the amount of literature books I have on the table) listening to the fireworks and periodically stalking people on facebook.

I'm in the middle of writing a plot for my short story for Creative Writing class. It's basically about a girl (I've named her Ellen) who doesn't believe in fate, is extremely routined and doesn't really have a life. But one rainy afternoon, her predictable routine doesn't go according to plan and a few things happen to her along the way, she eventually ends up missing her train. This particular train crashes. So it's all about self discovery, realising that there is more meaning to life and things happen for a reason. It probably sounds like a pile of shit, but I'm sticking with it, as I've changed it 3 times now and I only have a few days to hand it into my American Lecturer, who reminds me of Alanis Morissette (without the guitar and hippy clothes)

I'll always be an over-thinker. I say to myself that I'll stop, but somehow the thoughts will continue to play on my mind. The fireworks sound like bombs falling from the sky.... and my mug is now empty. Maybe I should make myself a coffee instead? I do plan to stay awake till around 3ish. I need the caffeine to stimulate my mind. I want to get this story done. I know I'm not the only who worries. I'm only human after all. We all get insecure moments. Maybe being a stereotypical Gemini doesn't help either. Natural born worriers we are! But do I even believe in all of that shit??

I'm boiling the kettle now...

Hmm, hot water & lemon. I changed my mind you see. Need to keep the complexion glowing, after all! I have noticed the change in my state of mind. I remember a few months ago, everything angered me. It's as if anything put me in a grumpy mood and at one point I seriously wanted to kill myself. It's been almost 2 weeks since the last time I took a pill (contraception, not an E!) I'm finally feeling the difference. It's as if I have control of myself again, mentally. I've haven't felt this sane in months! I could run up a mountain like Maria in Sound Of Music, arms spread out wide, singing and feeling FREE.

Rocker boy text me yesterday (remember Pete Doherty lookalike?) He does from time to time, always asks if everything is ok. I do reply, I'm not sure whether it's because I secretly enjoy the fact that my life is great and I like to rub it in? There will always be that one person who screwed you over. I hope he see's me as 'The one that got away' Who wants to be a groupie anyway who gets ignored, whilst he plays his guitar for 7 hours.

What is with ex boyfriends today? I have one talking to me on facebook about him breaking up with his girlfriend. This was another guy that broke my heart (you understand why I have my insecure moments?) He's the one from London who only wanted to fuck me on weekends, but being young and naive, I thought we would fall in love. I laugh about it all now. You do when you grow older and wiser and ask yourself why you put up with pathetic things. It's all a part of growing up of course.

You live, you learn.

'There is a light that never goes out' The Smiths, fill the silence in my room.

I've spent most of my Sunday afternoon hibernating in here. Only going downstairs for the odd cup of tea. I'm thankful that University seems to occupy my mind. Without all of that research, essays and endless reading, I would over think far too much. I'm sat by the window, an empty cup to my left, a bottle of nail varnish to my right and a pile of books behind me. I've been quiet today, far too quiet. I stopped taking microgynon (horrible contraceptive pill) on Thursday. Maybe I should have spoken to the nurse about it? I just read online that it takes time to get out of your system. I'm hoping that I feel like 'me' again soon. I cannot believe I spent months swallowing hormones. That evil little box turned me into a monster. I also left my job. It was really upsetting me, so I just didn't turn up for my shift one day. I just thought 'Fuck it.' I'm never allowing any boss to treat me like a slave. I suppose what I'm trying to do is... get rid of all of the negativity in my life. Working for bulldog stressed me out and on top of that taking the pill fucked up my hormones, so I feel rather relieved that I can now put them both in the past. However, I still feel a bit angry and all over the place. It will take time for my hormones to settle down, so maybe instead of forcing myself to feel normal again, I should let everything fall into place, naturally. When I feel angry, I should punch a pillow, instead of taking it out on my relationship. I know that my mood swings have affected it. Last night in the car, my boyfriend turned to me and said 'I wish this relationship was easier.' The thing is, all relationships will have their ups and downs. Nothing will ever be perfect, but I know that if it wasn't for my anger, then we would be just fine.

I couldn't sleep last night. I was sat there at 2am, thinking about my life over the past year or so. I ended up sending my boyfriend a long message on Facebook. I was so worried that I'm not making him happy. I'm not even sure that he has read it, as I haven't heard from him all day (which is unlike him) Clumsy me made him spill tea all over his laptop and it refused to work last night. I hope that he gets it fixed. I hate feeling stressed. It just turns me into a wreck. I've lost my appetite too. I just cannot physically eat much at all.Hmmm, now that I have waved goodbye to those negative things in my life, I just want to move on, with a smile on my face. I'm so desperate to make everything right. I want the next few months of 2009 to be fabulous. I want to work hard and pass my first semester at Uni, I want an amazing Christmas with the people I love and most of all, I want the boyfriend and I to be as happy as possible. Spending time at the German Market, surrounded by Christmas songs, decorations and enjoying hot chocolate and the smell of beer and gingerbread. I'm so in love and this relationship means the world to me. I hate myself for fucking it up over the past few months. I just can't wait to feel at ease again, I want to be 'me' again.

I've fallen in love with a double breasted Men's style tweed coat.

Unfortunately, I haven't got a spare 120 pounds (damn student loan)

Hmmm, I've spent the majority of my time (and money) sat in Starbucks, curled up on a cosy leather chair, sipping fair trade coffee out of a Venti mug, whilst chatting and laughing with my new University friends. Thankfully, we all added one another on facebook a couple of weeks ago, got chatting and arranged to meet up an hour before we were due to have our Uni welcome and course inductions. Surprisingly, we all really get on (even though we are all completely different) we have a punk, a geek, a posh blonde who lives in a village, a 30 year old gay man and a muse addict with 15 tattoos...

If you want to keep your sanity. Do NOT take Microgynon. I've been taking this contraceptive pill since January. I was perfectly fine for the first couple of months. However, recently I have become increasingly psychotic. Mood swings, suicide thoughts, extreme jealousy, anger etc. At first I just thought I was having another one of my 'depressive' moments. But I decided to do a bit of research and found out that this pill can affect your state of mind. I've read and have even heard stories about how mental this can make you. I now understand why I have been feeling so down over the past few weeks. I'm booking an appointment with my nurse for Tuesday morning, as I refuse to swallow a pill that makes me want to kill myself

... AND my boss. Ever since I informed (I'll nickname her a bull dog, as she's 4'9 with butch shoulders, has short spiky blonde hair and growls when people enter the shop 5 minutes before closing time) anyway, ever since I informed BULLDOG that I will be attending University and will need to cut down my hours, she has been a complete and utter bitch. I actually feel like Cinderfuckingrella, when she throws the broom at me and demands I 'sweep the shop floor from top to bottom'. You see, I wouldn't usually moan BUT it's the evil way she demands and never uses the words 'please' or 'thank you'. She spends the majority of the time in the office, sitting on her fat arse, drinking tea and eating rich tea biscuits, whilst everyone else... WORKS. Yesterday morning, she kept moaning on about 'how much she hates students' as they have 'ruined her life!'. What else does she expect when she hires a bunch of 18 year olds? Most of the time the company only hire people under the age of 19, as they only have to pay them 3.77 per hour. I feel as if she is using cleaning as a way to punish me. It's as if she enjoys watching me struggle with the rubbish and getting on my hands and knees to wipe the floor. This is most definitely a form of bullying. And this time, I'm will not be letting her get away with it...

Right, I have to read the book 'Wise Children' for my 'Introduction to Literature' class. Time to make myself a milky cup of tea, curl up and read read read!

So, after a year of waiting. University is finally here. Fresher's week starts tomorrow, so I have spent the last 4 hours wondering what to wear, getting all my paperwork sorted and... basically having a nervous breakdown. Thankfully, the wonderful world of facebook allowed me to track down a few people who will be on my course (Creative Writing & English) so we have all arranged to meet at 9am, outside Starbucks (I'm going to be needing alot of coffee) I suppose it's great that I won't be all alone, trying to find the building for the induction, walking into the wrong class and getting extremely embarrassed. I'll have people around me, making everything feel less scary! (Phew)

I haven't been writing as many blogs lately (I blame work of course) because when I get home, all I want to do is sip herbal tea and sleep for hours. The great thing is, I have changed my contract. I'm just going to be working over the weekend as 1) I will desperately need the money and 2) I'd miss my discount if I ever did leave!!!

I was in London 2 weeks ago, meeting a friend of my boyfriend's from New York (I must say I LOVED his accent) I can tell he misses America dearly (the boyfriend that is) as he studied over there for his second year of Uni and met loads of great people. I always wonder if he would prefer to be over there, rather than living in England with his long term girlfriend? Maybe that's just the paranoid side of me? He just doesn't seem as happy as usual. Maybe because I'm starting Uni and studying something I love, he feels slightly... hmmm, I wouldn't say jealous but... kind of annoyed because I know that he wanted to continue with his studies this year, but the course was full up, as he applied too late. I sent him a chocolate brownie in the post a few days ago, I hope it cheered him up!

It just finally feels as if my life is falling into place. I spent 3 years, feeling lost and not knowing what I wanted. But maybe things happen for a reason? If I would have stayed on at college, I would have ended up going to another university and probably would have never met Matt? Life is never how you plan it. I suppose that is why I enjoy living spontaniously. It's alot more fun that way.

It's 7:40pm. I don't know what to do with myself. I have everything organized for tomorrow (shocking for a scatterbrain like me) and have even neatly laid out my clothes! Maybe I should have a long relaxing bath, read a fashion magazine and try and wash away my worries of tomorrow?

In 3 weeks time I’ll be a University student, studying Creative & Professional Writing and English. I must say I’m extremely excited. I’m looking forward to morning lectures with a Costa Coffee (thankfully we have one on the campus) and also the chance to meet new people who also have an interest in writing. I don’t actually know anyone else who wants to be a writer, so it will be good to have conversations about wanting to be the next ‘Stephanie Myer’s’.

I had to inform the assistant manager at work about my University plans. I have a feeling she doesn’t want me to leave, as she didn’t seem very pleased about the news. I could quite possibly change my contract to 8 hours, as the extra money per week would be a great help (plus, I want to keep my discount!) but a few girls will be leaving to continue with their studies, so after September the manager will be desperate for new staff. The only people who seem to be applying are 16-18 year olds, only willing to work weekends. I on the other hand have been flexible, so with me either leaving or only working the odd evening will more than likely cause a bit of frustration. The job itself is beginning to annoy me as 1) I seem to do everything, whilst the managers scoff custard creams in the staff room 2) 4.77 an hour is daylight robbery AND 3) The kitchen smells like mould and people leave teabags everywhere!

My life seems to have consisted have work, work, work over the summer. On the positive side, I have kept myself busy, therefore my insanity disappeared. I earned enough money to pay for my New York flight; meaning a fantastic start to the New Year. My boyfriend works in the same shopping centre, so we see each other a lot more. On the negative side I haven’t been on many exciting road trips, as I haven’t had the time. I’m tired and seem to be sleeping a lot more (zzzzzzzzzzzzz) and I’ve actually gone off clothes (shocking for a fashion addict) as I’m unpacking, hanging and picking dresses from off the floor 24/7. However, my craving for coffee and muffins has increasing as I have to pass at least 3 coffee shops on the way to work. Most times I simply cannot resist the smell of the freshly baked almond cakes. Simply delightful.

I think I am officially the clumsiest person in the world. I’ll tell you why…

It was a lovely warm summer evening, sat in my boyfriend’s sister’s garden, surrounded by the smell of sausages, burgers and the sound of laugher. I was innocently sitting there, enjoying my plate of pasta, when a horrible wasp decided to attack me. A few waves of the arms and high pitched squeals later, the damn thing STUNG my finger. So of course, in a frantic panic my plate full of food fell on the floor (thankfully the golden retriever seemed to enjoy gobbling up the mess) in total embarrassment, I headed towards the house to swill my finger underneath the cold tap. But on the way to the door, I dropped my fork onto an old mans foot!!!! Thankfully he saw the funny side of it, I however couldn’t stop apologizing, whilst my cheeks turned ruby red. After soothing the pain of the wasp sting, I sat in the bathroom for a few moments (to hide from everyone) Once ready to face the world, I headed back outside to get a drink, only to then SPILL the majority of the jug over and soak the whole table!!! I cannot believe how clumsy I was being! I hadn’t even had a glass of wine! Hmmm, and to make matters worse I swore in front of a vicar, Oh dear…

I keep sneezing. Hopefully it's just a cold and not swine flu (as I don't get sick pay and I'm not too keen on spending half of the summer in bed with a box of Kleenex)

My mother informed me yesterday that she will be getting married in September 2010. She's been with her boyfriend for just over a year, and of course things are serious. However, when I heard the news I felt completely shocked. In all honesty, I feel as if he has stolen her away from us. We all used to be so close, but ever since he walked into her life, she spends most of her time locked away in her bedroom with him. Even when he's working, she hibernates in her room alone and only ever leaves to make a cup of coffee. She doesn't seem to want to meet for lunch anymore and the loving hugs she used to give us, seem to have disappeared. I congratulated her, basically faking my happiness. The truth is, I'm not happy about the news, because I know that once he finally lives here, he'll more than likely come first. I can't tell her how I really feel, because it will cause so much tension and I don't want to ruin anything, because she seems so deeply happy. Thankfully my sisters feel the same, so atleast I'm not the only one feeling this way. Am I just being selfish?...

Hmm, having different work shifts each week is beginning to really get on my nerves, as I can't seem to plan anything. The boyfriends work hours change weekly also, so we find ourselves having to see each other for a few hours here and there. However, I do appreciate every minute we spend together, but it would be great to just have one day off together and drive off into the sunshine (I'm daydreaming again) His friend from New York (the guy we will be staying with in January) is coming to London at the end of the month. It will be fantastic to finally meet him and a chance to have a couple of days off work to explore, laze around in coffee shops and have fun. I paid off the rest of my flight money on pay day, so I am now left with pennies. On the positive side, atleast I don't owe anybody any money. The annoying thing is, I have already wasted a bit (ok, the things I purchased are pretty and I will wear/use them of course) but I promised that I would be careful. Am I just a typical girl? (I blame elle.com)

I am rather thankful that I didn't need to be in work today. I doubt I would have been much help, plodding along with a pocket full of tissues (attchhhhooo) Usually on my days off, I waste far too much time complaining that I'm bored. But surprisingly, boredom hasn't even crossed my mind today. I've pretty much spent my afternoon, curled up in bed, nibbling on jam on toast, trying to rid myself of 'swine flu' (please please please don't let me have it!!) I haven't minded being a hermit at all. It's actually been quite enjoyable! Hmmm, I'm working 4pm-8pm tomorrow (Yes, 4 hour shifts seem like nothing, but they do tend to drag) My boyfriend finish's at 9pm, so I think I'll steal his car keys, curl up on the back seat and read the latest copy of ELLE, whilst I wait for him. Annoyingly, I can't afford to sit in Starbucks (I say with a frown) I wish they gave out FREE coffee to POOR addicts! Maybe I should simply smile and flutter my eyelashes? (hopefully the butch looking lesbian that works evenings will give into my charms)

I'm currently stalking my cousin's pictures on Facebook. He's one of those really cool guys who studied photography in London, has equally cool friends who all wear vintage clothes (ripped 80s denim and really BIG hair) are extremely photogenic and even look beautiful in the morning after a drunken night out. I'm browsing through his New York albums. Every picture looks as if it should be in Vogue. He's from my father's side of the family. Most of them are quite rich. One cousin even designs jeans for Urban Outfitters (maybe I should inform them, so I can get myself a discount???)

It's 6pm, I'm still sneezing. Maybe I should make myself a green & lemon tea and relax in a lavender scented bath?

P.S- I'm so in love with boyfriend blazers....

Until Next Time

x

I've realised over the past couple of weeks, just how sensitive I really am. I always try to float around in life, without a care in the world. Because the truth is, I am petrified of reality. Maybe my father's death still affects me years later. Instead of dealing with it all at the time, I hid my feelings away, because I didn't want it to be real. As a child, you're numb to the world. It's as if life is one huge playground. Usually the only pain you feel, is the pain of a grazed knee. Not the pain of knowing that your father had basically drank himself to death and you'll never see him again. I can still remember the feeling inside, it's as if thousands of butterflies dance around in your stomach, your heart frantically thumping and you lose yourself in a wave of uncontrolable tears, feeling so trapped, suffocated and utterly devastated. I've never experienced such immense pain. Therefore, it's as if I completely closed off from everyone, because I associated reality with hurt.

I still feel a little bit lost at times. Maybe growing up without the feeling of security is the main reason why. I was forever searching for comfort. I felt as if my feelings were exposed to the world, everybody saw the vulnerable side of me for so many years, so I now understand why I went through my 'cold hearted' phase a couple of years ago. Blocking out everyone and everything was the only way to protect myself. But behind the 'carefree' attitude, I was still the same little girl, desperate for somebody to hold me.

I've had an over-emotional week, which seemed to aggravate me alot, because I've been feeling so happy for the past couple of months. I need to realise that I'm only human and it's perfectly ok to cry. However, I'm allergic to sadness. Depression is like an itchy rash, it gets worse the more you scratch it.

It's such a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon. So, instead of over-analysing my emotional week, I think it's wise to make myself a cup of milky tea and write down a list of all the things that make me truly happy in life...

Until Next Time

x

It’s like raaaaaaaaiiiiinnn…. On the day that you come home from work, soaking wet and realise that you have forgotten your house key! Hmm, isn’t it Ironic?’. It was 2pm, the rain was falling heavily and I was stood on my doorstep, daydreaming about sitting by the fire with beans on toast and a cup of tea. 2 minutes past and I was still rummaging for my keys in my brown suitcase sized bag, praying that they were in the little pocket where I keep my strawberry lip balm. Another minute past, the rain plunged down from the sky and still… no keys. I called my eldest sister in a frantic panic. ‘Locked out the house, no umbrella, raining heavily, shivering! HELP!’ Thankfully, she was only a mile away, having lunch with my other sister in the local pub. ‘Ooooh no, you poor thing’ she replied sympathetically! ‘Come down and I’ll buy you lunch and a hot drink!’ The thought of a warm cosy pub and a hot cup in my hands, instantly warmed me up inside. So, within 10 minutes, I was finally out of the rain, eating cheese & broccoli soup, accompanied by both siblings and a few old 80s songs on the jukebox *sighs*

It's a rainy Wednesday afternoon (once again) and surprisingly I'm not at work for 2 days. Normal people would jump for joy at the thought of staying at home, but me... well, I would much rather be outside, armed with my umbrella. I suppose I don't like to waste life and whilst indoors, staring out of the window, I feel like I'm doing just that. My aunt is waiting for results to see if she has cervical cancer. Precancerous cells were found a couple of years ago, but she didn't have regular check-ups after being informed. Most people have that 'Oh, it won't happen to me' attitude. Nobody thinks they will get swine flu, let alone cancer. I couldn't sleep last night, after being told by my mum. Hopefully, everything will be fine. The last person to pass away in my family who I was close to, was my dad 11 years ago. Losing someone else would be heartbreaking. It makes me see the reality of life. Most of the time, I'm in a constant daydream, floating around without a care in the world. But hearing the news has made me stop and really think about life...

Anyway, on a more positive note. The autumn/winter collection should be delivered within the next few weeks at work. I get rather excited when the delivery man walks through the door, as it always means boxes full of happiness. The great thing about working in a clothes store? I can always save the best clothes in the back and not have to pay full price, EVER!

Hmmm... I love Georgia May Jagger. She rocks.

... and I want these shoes.

'The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.'

11pm, cup of tea in my hand... (the usual)

New York booked. 7th- 18th January. Excited? Extremely...
So, with the flights finally sorted, everything feels real. It's fun to talk about going and planning it, but when everything is arranged, it's feels fantastic...

So, after 6 weeks of ‘hard work’, I finally got paid. I must say, it was rather exciting to actually see money in my account. I seemed to just stand there staring at the screen for a while, with a smile on my face, before withdrawing 60 pounds (for my sister, as she has been so kind with borrowing me endless ten pound notes) However, after only a week I am almost poor again (smile turns into a frown) On the positive side of things, I’ve paid off my debt to the family (200 pounds) some towards my New York flight (the boyfriend paid for both from his savings account, 100 pounds) a lovely weekend in Cambridge (50 pounds) and I erm… spent a good 150 pounds on myself (it was needed after all of those early morning shifts you see) On the negative side , I got emergency taxed, quite a lot. However, with the money I am owed, I can therefore pay off the rest of my flight and I will then be 100% debt free *sighs* (sips tea)

I finished work at 5pm, grabbed a latte from ‘Muffin Break’ (cheaper version of Starbucks, who make the best fudge brownies ever) and headed home in the heavy rain. Being busier makes me appreciate home more. I now look forward to walking through the door, throwing on a pair of cosy pyjamas and sleeping for a couple of hours. Pure pleasure… Hmmm, isn’t it strange how we all ignore one another on public transport? Sometimes I have the urge to start talking about how excited I am that ‘New Moon’ is coming out in November, or perhaps something mind numbing, like the weather or credit crunch. Maybe we should all start communicating a little more? Even at 7:30am, when all you want to do is get back into bed and dream about Edward Cullen. We should make more effort with people; perhaps all join hands and start a love train, love train…

Whilst in H&M last week, I found myself actually tidying up the store. There were sale items on the floor, so I picked, folded and put them in their correct place. It’s as if I’m always in work mode. Fuck, I am a robot. Anyway, I left the lovely H&M with a t-shirt dress and a compact bronzer. It felt good to buy, however I didn’t go too mad as I actually walked past the beautiful MAC coats and told myself ‘maybe next month’ Shocking behavior? Indeed…

God, I’m so glad that I finally feel ‘happy’. I have for the past 2 months. I wake up with a smile on my face and no longer have the urge to cry. My depression seems to have disappeared, therefore I can finally breath. I don’t feel suffocated inside of myself. I have a life again, which I seemed to lose for a while. ..

Thankfully, I discovered it once again.

'Sleep 'til you're hungry, eat 'til you're sleepy.

'HURRY UP PAY DAY!'I scream, whilst picking at my 1.99 pink candy coloured nail varnish. After almost 6 weeks without any money, I'm beginning to feel on edge. I'm the type of person that has to leave the house with atleast 3 pound (just in case I get a bit hungry and fancy a flapjack from Asda) so I almost had a panic attack when I left work earlier, starving, and with only my bus fare to take me home. I sat there, staring out of the window, hallucinating krispy kreme doughnuts, dancing in the rain! (the chocolate ones with the cream inside! Mmmmmm) Anyway, 45 minutes later, I was home sweet home, with a cup of Yorkshire tea, devouring a bowl of cornflakes (I was far too hungry to cook, so literally ate half the box in 2 minutes) After my 'binge', I fell asleep for 3 hours. However, I woke suddenly, checked the time and for some strange reason thought I was running late for work! I jumped out of bed, paced around the room and even started looking for my mango shower gel! Only to realise (after a good 30 seconds) that it was infact 6PM and not 6AM. Oh what a fuckwitt...

As for the exciting New York planning. We're definitely going in January as we'll 1) have enough money 2) it's Christmas time and I like that magical feeling (think Home Alone) AND 3) We can get the time off Uni/work, to devour all of that delicious cheesecake. I'm hoping to put away 300 this month, as that will be my flight money sorted. I can use some of my student loan for spending money, but I'm hoping to save as much as possible from my current job. Thankfully the boss has taken a liking to me (maybe it's because I made her a cup of tea when she was ill?) so whatever extra hours that are going, are given to me straight away. Even though at times, I just want to go home and sleep, I sing that song 'New York, New Yooooooooork!' in my head over and over and it gives me the will power to stay and keep going!...

I really enjoyed the weekend. Me and the boyfriend celebrated our first anniversary together. It's amazing how quickly this year has passed by! We drove to Warwick, went for a meal with his sister & her husband. Stayed over at theirs and then the following morning we drove down to Bicester Village & then London for a day spent shopping in the sunshine. I must say Bicester was torture for me, as they have the new Vivienne Westwood store. Most items have a 75% discount, which made me want to cry as the only thing I could afford that day was a bottle of water from the petrol station and not the beautiful bag I saw, staring sweetly at me through the window... *sighs*
It was lovely to finally have the time to go somewhere together, as working life seems to be taking over most of our time (think New York, New Yoooooooork!) However, we have a weekend in Cambridge soon, so thankfully we have something else to look forward to. Maybe we should hire bicycles and pretend we're super intelligent students?... Indeed

Another early morning at work for me tomorrow. However, I find travelling at 7:30am so therapeutic, listening to 'Far Away' by Nickelback on repeat for the entire 40 minute journey (cheesy I know, but I always seem to be in a love mood when the birds are still singing) I should be finished at 2pm, annoyingly I cannot venture to Starbucks and unwind for half an hour after, as I doubt they give out FREE coffee to addicts, without a penny to their name...

Hmmm, I could always bring my cool Starbucks cup, my own coffee and just ask them to fill it up with a bit of hot water and milk????

Right I'm falling asleep, so I think it's time to turn off my laptop and dream about The Big Apple. I'm feeling really happy again, maybe it's the sunshine and the fact that I seem to be falling more in love with my boyfriend as time passes by (yes, I'm listening to Nickelback, it turns me into a romantic)

Until Next Time.