"You won't be happy with me, but give me one more chance, you won't be happy anyway"
The new job's absolutely fine, even bordering on good. I get on really well with everyone and there's some fantastic banter. At times it gets a bit much being surrounded so many girls but I'm enjoying the change of scenery. I don't have any problems getting out of bed early again, which I thought I might have after four months of slobbing it. It's not ideal getting home at 6.30 every evening but it hasn't been as bad as I was anticipating. I still make use semi-decent use of my evenings, I just have less PC time, which is probably no bad thing.
I kind of feel like I need to make more of my weekends. At the moment it really is just go out and get fucked on a Friday, go out and get fucked on a Saturday. I have a fantastic time and generally do much more with my time midweek than I ever used to, I just want to get involved in a few more eventful things at weekends since I work all week, but I have no idea what. I don't think I have anything planned for next weekend so it could be the perfect opportunity to try something different, especially as I have money again.
I've got plenty of trips and good stuff planned; Christmas dinner and drinks with everyone next month, annual Whitby trip in mid-January, trip to Berlin for a few days in February, hopefully a big summer villa/pool holiday in July or August, and hopefully go to the Fest in October. I really want to get out of Europe for a bit but I guess it doesn't really work just for a few days because of the long flights. I really want to go to Japan, Australia, New Zealand and Canada. There really isn't enough time or money. I've got the travelling bug. I've got itchy feet.
Last night was Juvi and it was great, there were so many ex-Leeds faces making an appearance; Byron, Alex, Blonde Ian, Blonde Rob. As great as it was it also makes me sad to realise so many of my good friends live in various parts of the country. Obviously I know it's a reality of life, especially when you make a lot of your friends in your university years, but it's still pretty sad.
I've read a fair few of my old LJ entries from around 2004/2005, and it's extremely weird. When you're 19/20 you think you're mature and know it all, and it's only when you look back on some of the decisions you made and things you did that you realise you're still just a kid and don't know a fucking thing.
Plan for this week: finally get to Starbucks to rinse a gingerbread latte. Finally get to the Christmas market to nail a brandy-topped mulled wine. Somehow get my hands on a Wolf Parade ticket.
I kind of feel like I need to make more of my weekends. At the moment it really is just go out and get fucked on a Friday, go out and get fucked on a Saturday. I have a fantastic time and generally do much more with my time midweek than I ever used to, I just want to get involved in a few more eventful things at weekends since I work all week, but I have no idea what. I don't think I have anything planned for next weekend so it could be the perfect opportunity to try something different, especially as I have money again.
I've got plenty of trips and good stuff planned; Christmas dinner and drinks with everyone next month, annual Whitby trip in mid-January, trip to Berlin for a few days in February, hopefully a big summer villa/pool holiday in July or August, and hopefully go to the Fest in October. I really want to get out of Europe for a bit but I guess it doesn't really work just for a few days because of the long flights. I really want to go to Japan, Australia, New Zealand and Canada. There really isn't enough time or money. I've got the travelling bug. I've got itchy feet.
Last night was Juvi and it was great, there were so many ex-Leeds faces making an appearance; Byron, Alex, Blonde Ian, Blonde Rob. As great as it was it also makes me sad to realise so many of my good friends live in various parts of the country. Obviously I know it's a reality of life, especially when you make a lot of your friends in your university years, but it's still pretty sad.
I've read a fair few of my old LJ entries from around 2004/2005, and it's extremely weird. When you're 19/20 you think you're mature and know it all, and it's only when you look back on some of the decisions you made and things you did that you realise you're still just a kid and don't know a fucking thing.
Plan for this week: finally get to Starbucks to rinse a gingerbread latte. Finally get to the Christmas market to nail a brandy-topped mulled wine. Somehow get my hands on a Wolf Parade ticket.