Mountains and Molehills

Heyy,
 
And so here we are again - another week, another entry. And after the last episode I am glad that its all over and done with. Ex-boyfriends and talk of 'Carrie'! I don't think my week could have got worse. Well until I came into work today only to find out that a colleague that works with me now knows my full and real name as I had a parcel delivered. He started the very same day as me and I remember making a quip about how we were going to be new starter buddies. Since then he has asked about my love life several times over and is constantly sneaking up on me or cornering me for a chat. He is a tall, middle aged man with long, spindly limbs whom I have now called 'Creepy Von Creepsula'.
 
On Friday I met with an old friend, Miss Golly for a catch-up in a local pub. After talking over yet again more summer holidays and the ratio of men to women in the joint we then moved onto a hilarious book I thought I would buy in a charity shop that afternoon. 'Crushes - A Girls Guide on How To Survive Having Crushes and Being Crushed' A interesting and helpful read - if you were 12. Not thinking we started to pan across its worn out pages only to find that the helpful hints and tips guide had been already filled out by someone - someone who wanted to make sure she was making the right choice by going over her ticks in the boxes several times. According to this mystery scribbler, blue hair is hot and writing poems is not. Loving your Mum is hot whilst Camping outside your house is not. Need I go further but I think this lady was a tad concussed upon filling this guide book out. Either that or just plain mad! The evening was a lovely one where we made plans for the coming warmer, summer months.

It has been a busy week to be honest, but I'm sure you don't want to hear me ramble on about stuff that doesn't matter. I ended last week with a bit of a cliff hanger I suppose, and I still don't know really how I'm eventually going to fall as it were. I know now that I want to take that plunge into a new and fresh relationship, I just don't know how; especially when Mr.Coffee wont even talk to me. OK, well slight exaggeration there. He will talk to me and has done so on several occasions, but they have all been short and never addressing the ever-so-present elephant in the room. Mr. Coffee, you see, like me is a bit of a Yes-aholic. (Yes-aholic: A made up word to describe someone who has the incapability of saying no to people or to doing things for people.) I personally don't think that Mr.Coffee has time to fart, let alone dedicate some time to a loyal, fun, hot chica such as myself. I think I would also benefit from dating someone who is interested and is studying in the same field as I was all those many moons ago in 2009. I studied Media for a while a few years back. The perks I suppose also include hanging out with fun and interesting people, going on crazy nights out with people other than your normal bunch of pals and maybe being in front of the camera when he needs a lead role in one of his productions! And now Mr. Coffee has his Media studying, as well as his part-time job, band practise, socialising with friends and family life - I think that maybe there wouldn't be enough time to share out ... Or am I yet again over thinking things and making them out to be something there not?

I still have yet to consult my Magic-8-Ball for advise on my Mr. Coffee situ. On other topics, Miss Tweedle-Dumb and Miss Tweedle-Dee have nominated me to organise a girlie trip to Dublin beginning of March. It should be fun and am looking forward to being in charge of something for once. Speaking of the girls, they came round again this evening. What is it with Tuesdays and a sudden change of my otherwise mundane evening tasks. A spur-of-the-moment trip to a local Home-ware outlet where I secretly started scanning for stuff  for my new place as I hobbled around in heeled boot as I thought they looked good on this morning. That was 16 hours ago.

Anyway, my feet are still aching and I need a nice shower to wash off my sins of the day - that and Creepy Von Creepsula's bead-staring eyes. LOL. Mountain and Molehills again.

'Til next time, Love A.Lou :) xx