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I have come accross a sudden feeling of having grown immeasurably, probably from the last few months, despite still being seemingly very much the same (oh dear, I'm going to sound like a pretentious LJ twat here aren't I?).
Yes I know I moved out, but that didn't seem to have any affect on me - it had a zero learning curve emotionally (though I can now cook marginally better). I've obviously done a few things I hadn't done before, but nothing of earth-shattering significance has happened I don't think. I feel like I've moved on - and not just in that Bristol feels like my home (gosh - that was quick) and I'm just visting my parents for a couple of weeks. I think I mean I've moved on emotionally, but I'm not entirely sure how. I just sort of feel freer, I think, and maybe a little more unsure of myself - but in a way that makes me feel more of a fuller human being because of it.
Not that much though, just a teeny little bit unsure - I'm still fundamentally a quiet, cocky little shit who claims to know who she is (pretty much), and her immense worth (for it is great).
Skipping back a little, coming home has indeed made me realise it isn't here anymore. It's nice, but I wouldn't want to stay here. Bristol, despite its lack of long standing friends, is where home is. I'm probably gonna stay there over summer.
Due to not taking up with my bar job again after all, I'm not working new year's eve (somehow, strangly my first choice, I just didn't care) and actually feel like going back to Bristol and partying at the cube, but have left it far too late to arrange such a thing. So now it seems my NYE will be spent drinking free alchol, possibly in a hot tub, at a wonderful house in a cul-de-sac near Derby, with some of my bestest fwends. Not sounding too bad at all. Though I fear I may have left all swimming type outfits in Bristol (despite not having used them there - will someone please point me in the direction of a good public swimming pool?). Anyway...
After last weeks four days of deadline misery, I had an amiable enough Christmas eve/day/boxing. Then some fun fun shopping on le monday. Yesterday I finally got to be sociable, meeting up with LeonieToniTurner (I love how their names run nicely into one) for some alcofrol (yes, as in alchofrolicks - makes it sound so much more positive and fun!) in Nottingham. Emma joined us eventually. I nipped home for some tea before picking them all up and driving to Derby for an ACE night out.
Twas a terribly fun, and the Derby folk were lovely. Everyone's got such nice hair since I went away, and Rob was looking particularly stylish in a wonderful boris johnson t shirt that I must stick a photo up of sometime.
I drank very quickly, won at quiz, lost at pool, drank more quickly, talked, danced and came to a horrifying realisation that I may not be a lightweight anymore. If I'm not, I don't know how it's happened - I hardly been drinking at all in Bristol, but I just don't seem to be getting drunk as easily anymore. I'd had enough of drinking liquid (even though I was on sprits) and still wasn't tipsy enough for my liking. So I bought a reef (I do occasionally get fed up of malibu, and they had no bols blue) which while it didn't "do the trick", seemed to surfice, and I happily danced the night away. Damn - I liked being a cheap drunk.
Hopefully Rock City on Thursday will show it to be a once off, but I doubt it.
Don't worry, I'm hardly turning hardcore, not that anyone would believe me if I said I was...
Gosh I've written alot - time to shut up.
Yes I know I moved out, but that didn't seem to have any affect on me - it had a zero learning curve emotionally (though I can now cook marginally better). I've obviously done a few things I hadn't done before, but nothing of earth-shattering significance has happened I don't think. I feel like I've moved on - and not just in that Bristol feels like my home (gosh - that was quick) and I'm just visting my parents for a couple of weeks. I think I mean I've moved on emotionally, but I'm not entirely sure how. I just sort of feel freer, I think, and maybe a little more unsure of myself - but in a way that makes me feel more of a fuller human being because of it.
Not that much though, just a teeny little bit unsure - I'm still fundamentally a quiet, cocky little shit who claims to know who she is (pretty much), and her immense worth (for it is great).
Skipping back a little, coming home has indeed made me realise it isn't here anymore. It's nice, but I wouldn't want to stay here. Bristol, despite its lack of long standing friends, is where home is. I'm probably gonna stay there over summer.
Due to not taking up with my bar job again after all, I'm not working new year's eve (somehow, strangly my first choice, I just didn't care) and actually feel like going back to Bristol and partying at the cube, but have left it far too late to arrange such a thing. So now it seems my NYE will be spent drinking free alchol, possibly in a hot tub, at a wonderful house in a cul-de-sac near Derby, with some of my bestest fwends. Not sounding too bad at all. Though I fear I may have left all swimming type outfits in Bristol (despite not having used them there - will someone please point me in the direction of a good public swimming pool?). Anyway...
After last weeks four days of deadline misery, I had an amiable enough Christmas eve/day/boxing. Then some fun fun shopping on le monday. Yesterday I finally got to be sociable, meeting up with LeonieToniTurner (I love how their names run nicely into one) for some alcofrol (yes, as in alchofrolicks - makes it sound so much more positive and fun!) in Nottingham. Emma joined us eventually. I nipped home for some tea before picking them all up and driving to Derby for an ACE night out.
Twas a terribly fun, and the Derby folk were lovely. Everyone's got such nice hair since I went away, and Rob was looking particularly stylish in a wonderful boris johnson t shirt that I must stick a photo up of sometime.
I drank very quickly, won at quiz, lost at pool, drank more quickly, talked, danced and came to a horrifying realisation that I may not be a lightweight anymore. If I'm not, I don't know how it's happened - I hardly been drinking at all in Bristol, but I just don't seem to be getting drunk as easily anymore. I'd had enough of drinking liquid (even though I was on sprits) and still wasn't tipsy enough for my liking. So I bought a reef (I do occasionally get fed up of malibu, and they had no bols blue) which while it didn't "do the trick", seemed to surfice, and I happily danced the night away. Damn - I liked being a cheap drunk.
Hopefully Rock City on Thursday will show it to be a once off, but I doubt it.
Don't worry, I'm hardly turning hardcore, not that anyone would believe me if I said I was...
Gosh I've written alot - time to shut up.