Did you know that 'kitkat' means 'good luck' in Japanese? Hmmm, well I've just devoured a delicious bar of good luck and am now sat here, periodically staring out of the window and appreciating the fact that after 6 days, I have Sunday to relax...

As my boyfriend works in the same shopping centre, I met him yesterday afternoon for a quick mocha at Costa Coffee. I remember the time we would spend hours in coffee shops every week. But as we're both busier, we haven't had the time to do it anymore. He also now works on a Sunday, therefore we can't go on our little road trips either *sighs* The good thing is, we have more money and I am no longer stressed, bored and mentally insane as I actually have a life again. The bad thing is the fact that my work shifts change every single week, so we can't really plan anything. Hmmm, I also miss our Starbucks date's...

Thankfully we both finished work at 7pm yesterday evening, so we attended his friends BBQ (FREE FOOD!) Even though we were two hours late, there was still quite alot of food left, so we didn't miss out at all. I really enjoyed it, as we all sat in the garden, talking about funny school memories (mainly about the freaky people who more than likely turned out to be murderers) and greedy me must have ate atleast 3 slices of white chocolate cheesecake (I blame the fact that I had only eaten a bowl of porridge at 10:30am) Anyway, after a few people went home, the rest of us sat in the conservatory, drinking pimms and listening to calming music. We finally left at 11:30pm, drove back to my house with Alter Bridge playing (that band always reminds me of falling in love) and basically fell asleep as soon as our heads touched the pillow. Annoyingly the handsome boyfriend had to wake early for work. As I'm a good girlfriend, I made him a cup of coffee (in my Starbucks mug) It must be horrible to work on a Sunday! I always see it as a day of complete rest, but I suppose the more money the merrier at the moment, as we're hoping for a trip to New York. I like the fact that he always kisses me goodbye and says 'I love you'. But hate the fact that he leaves, when all I want to do is curl up with him and spend the day being lazy together...

I've realised over the past couple of weeks just how much I love to be around people. For months I spent most of my time being alone and even though I hated it, I felt comfortable. It's as if I forgot how to interact with other people. The first week at work felt slightly strange, as we were all getting to know one other and for the first time in ages, I had to talk about myself and what I like, love, hate etc. I received a lovely compliment off one of the girls. She got asked by my manager who she liked the most. She told her that she liked me, because I had such a lovely, bubbly personality and really enjoys working with me alot. Being told that you're down to earth, kind hearted and a joy to be around means more than being called 'pretty'. Looks fade, but your soul never loses it's colour...

Right, time for another cup of coffee and perhaps an hour spent organizing my life...

Indeed.