I like discovering little things. You know the usual things like half a packet of polos squashed at the bottom of your bag, an old letter hidden away in an old shoe box, a picture when you looked skinnier but you weren’t happy and a necklace that you thought you had lost. I’m quite a sentimental person. I find it hard to throw things away. I have a whole box dedicated to certain things in my past, which includes stuff like an old school jumper, notes written in Geography class, photographs, love letters, drawings, old CDs and even a pair of shoes I used to cherish. I usually sit there and rummage around every now and then. It’s good to look back from time to time...

I’m in a quiet mood today. When this happens, I just sit in the corner with music and become all ‘hermit’ like. I’m good at being by myself. It gives me chance to be miles away and picture my life in years to come, or write notes and leave them on the fridge for people to find. However, they usually sound quite like this ‘Can Sarah borrow £10 please because my boss is cheap and doesn’t pay me enough for being his personal slave. I will pay you back ASAP and will also make you a nice cup of tea. Thank you.’ (then I decorate the note with smiley faces and scribbles) Hmmm, surprisingly, nobody replies with ‘Fuck off and get a new job’ (smiley face)

However ,keeping on the subject of my job I’ve been there for over 2 months now and I must say it’s getting to the point where I have the urge to kill my boss (Unfortunately I haven’t got a gun) but he does have optical machinery in his office that could actually do serious damage. Hmmm, to be continued...

I booked a couple of days off work last week, so I travelled to Nottingham to spend the evening with Matt before driving to Leicester for his friends house-warming party. You see, I’m not much of a drinker so even after my third glass of wine I was feeling quite ‘tipsy’. Hmm, this lead to my fascination with the way people cut cheese because during the BBQ I was amazed with how HUGE my slice was sitting adequately on top of my burger.

Anyway, another glass of wine later and a hotdog, I was ready to play BEER PONG (which basically consists of throwing a ball into a beer cup and having to drink the bizarre concoction) which I deeply regret doing because vodka, beer & rum make people fall over onto glass tables, throw up on people’s pretty dresses and fall asleep in the foetal position on the floor (I say whilst laughing) Yes, I was actually sick 9 times and fell asleep curled up next to Matt, somehow wearing someone else’s clothes (how very rock n roll) but after realising that a guy at the party took quite an interest in me and helped change my clothes, fall asleep on his lap and would continue to kiss my forehead and say ‘I’m glad I met you’. It made me feel concerned about the people you should trust. Turns out this guy (who was 20 years old and one of those stereotypical emos) was basically trying it on with me and purposely tipped more vodka into people’s drinks when their heads were turned. It makes me very angry how some people can take advantage. I was extremely drunk but have realised that I should be more aware of my surroundings. Just because it’s a house party, it doesn’t mean that everything is safe. The evening after we all decided to go out into town. Shockingly they all started drinking again. I must be a complete lightweight, because I shared one cocktail and couldn’t possible drink anything other than orange juice and water. Hmm, I was still feeling quite ill from the night before, so Matt and I decided to head back (yes, at 11pm) to have a bowl of cereal and watch Batman begins hehe.

On Sunday afternoon, we finally drove back to Nottingham. During the journey back I kept thinking about Matt (even though he was sat right next to me) I suppose over the weekend it just made me realise how much I care about him. I’m really falling for him and I just love spending time with him, even if it’s walking around town hand in hand, watching films, hugging & kissing, cooking in his kitchen and being able to just be myself. We went out for dinner on the evening, followed by a walk in the deer park (with actual live deer roaming around hehe) Call me old fashioned but the whole drinking isn’t my thing and I couldn’t actually wait to get back to Nottingham to make a nice cup of tea. I’ve never really been into alcohol (apart from the occasional glass of wine) but I would much rather spend my time in coffee shops, reading magazines and communicate through speech and not sick...
Everything in my life is falling into place. I’m ready for a serious relationship, feel more focused with my life and what I want and I haven’t got any problems/worries right now playing on my mind. My life has been really complicated over the past few years and I suppose now I finally want to relax and keep smiling as much as I have been. I’ve finally met someone who I can really see myself with and the more time I spend with him, the more I realise how amazing he is.

Hmmm,I fancy nibbling on some malt loaf....