Thursday, 26 January 2012

So, I haven't been on here in forever.

So, let me get you updated on the highs and lows of my life so far... You would have thought that moving out of my house and living on my own at University would make me so much happier, right?
Wrong.

My life does have it's up moments, and it's down moments. Of course. I can never be happy according to the rule of thumb, but that's a depressing thought. And a very selfish and immature one at that. I just get so frustrated sometimes. I don't really know what to think of myself...

So, lets begin.

My first experience of 'living away' began with Alcon. I may have mentioned it on here. I may not have, but it's an anime convention. I loved every minute of it. Though I did spend most of it drunk. I think I smoked about 40 over four days that few days. But I did have a blast. I met a few people who would be in the year above me who went to DMU, where I am currently situated.

So, I started looking forward majourly to moving away. And for the first few weeks, well, the first term was great. Until the end. My flat mates and I were okay with each other. We weren't majourly close, but we got on. We went out drinking and clubbing together and I was living 'the student life'. I'd also made a close friend named Sam, to whom I spend most of my waking life.

But I also gained a boyfriend. I know. What? So not in my character, but I met him at Alcon, and we got along great. I never fancied him or anything, but I ended up sleeping with him, and then I felt bad so I agreed to go out with him so I wouldn't look like a slut.

Potentially one of the worst mistakes of my life. He was constantly depressing, insulting, so after a short relationship of two and a half months, I broke up with him. I told him he needed help and that I couldn't give it to him. He was thinking wayyy into the future too. Marriage? Seriously? I'm only 18, in university, marriage is someting so far off my mind that I don't really care about it. So, that could be considered a bitchy thing to do, but whatever.

But back to the flat mates. So, considering we don't really get alone all that well, I asked my friend Sam if she wanted to get a house with me next September (That's one thing I'm super excited for. I can't wait to get away from here...), but suddenly, after I told them at my flat that I didn't want to live with them next year, suddenly, they're not talking to me. They don't invite me anywhere. I ask them if they want to do something, and they never want to do anything. Okay, we have completely different interests. I love anime and reading, and they love Keeping up with the Kardashians (is that spelt right? Oh, wait. I couldn't care less). See the difference here? They all want the perfect life with husbands and children. I don't really care about something like that. I love listening to heavy rock, they love listening to Rihanna. The list could go on, but that's the point. We're like polar opposites. But Sam and I get along really well. I mean, she's not a fan of anime of any of my music. But we have common interests and we talk and get along very well.

Did you get all that? It seems really sloppy to me...

Anyway, so they're not talking to me, presumably because I'm not moving into a house with them. I'm kinda like, well, it's not like we got on in the first place, so what does it matter if I don't get a house with you next year? Or is that really petty? I don't know at this point. They all just give me a headache.

But anyway.

So, my life isn't in total disarray, I mean, it can sometimes get a little lonely when you find no one in your flat wants to speak to you, but what else is the internet for?

Actually, after writing about it, my life doesn't seem as bad as I first thought it was... anyway..

I'm going home for the weekend in a few weeks, so I'll get to see my family again (I find myself strangely missing them sometimes...). And my sister is coming up in two weeks or so. My weekends look like they might be filling up a bit xD

So, I'll see you whenever I guess. I'll probably just come back to complain now and again. You should know what I'm like by now... not that anyone reads this... I think it's more of a me saying it to me thing...