Fact of life # 22: Chicken and Cornflakes do go nicely together, damnit!
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So in a turn of events, I'm actually writing this whilst sat upstairs in the bungalow, on my grandad's side of the attic on my PC. Yes, I finally got around to moving the sharding thing. I would've thought that my area would seem bigger and tidier. Oh how wrong I was. I've just spent the last hour or three up here sorting out different things, and I've not finished yet. The joys of spring cleaning.
Once again I have left this for far too long, and therefore have far too much to update. To cut yet another long saga short however, I attended Warwick this year with YCL, and I visited Jon (McDouche to my friends) for an overnight stay. The latter is an entirely peculiar situation. From actually looking forwards to his texts, to enjoying his company, for the past couple of days I've been rather...apathetic isn't quite the correct word to use, but that spark's gone. Again. A dear friend of mine used the term 'boycapades' in a conversation the other day, and I must admit I had to disagree in that I don't particularly ever have 'boycapades'. I like a guy, said guy likes me, I either lose interest or back off. Sad, I know. There just always seems to be...something missing.
So I'm currently sitting here and taking stock a little. [Random note; I rather like the sound this keyboard makes. A little louder than the one on my laptop and somehow more satisfying]. Unfortunately, I'm getting the feeling that a few of my friends are getting 'bored' of me. Ironically I suppose I'm like my 'Morgan' RP character in that way. I'd like to think I'm steady and dependable, but that on the other hand means that I'm always careful and not particularly changing. I don't know. Maybe I ought to be more spontaneous...or perhaps stop caring so much about what people think of me. Tch. Easier said than done, really.
