Engagement

So, Shakespeare proposed on Sunday. That was cool. I'll post pictures of the ring when I can bother taking them. Right now I'm just looking at it. Anyway, no wedding until I'm done with Uni (I am looking at wedding dresses, though), so nothing to get really excited about yet.

So, I'm not going to talk about that any more. If you want me to, I'll write another post about it.

Aside from that, I've been pretty boring. School hasn't been too bad (it's why I haven't blogged lately), and illness has been making life difficult.

And I'm lonely. Shakespeare is arranging stuff so I can move in with him, so he's not around at the moment. But I'm on chat, so...

I actually don't have that much more to say in this post. I'm writing a new one soon, but it's a story.

Now, go be happy for me in the comments!

Also, do I have to have an engagement party? Cause I'm not good at parties.

A Letter To My Boyfriend

Dear Shakespeare,
I refuse to write a gushy, sappy letter. This is me, and I don't do that (often).

So, you and I have been dating for about 2 and a half years now. I need to get one thing straight. I do not want any children. I'm not even sure I want to get married. This may change eventually, but right now, no. I dislike children, and have no desire to be around them. Even if they're my own.

You are not supposed to like me when I am sick, or on my period. When you volunteer to go buy me tampons/medication and rent a movie, you make me suspicious. You will not get more sex out of this behaviour. If this is what you're trying to do, it is a thinly disguised and badly thought out attempt.

Now, not everything you do is bad. When I asked you to come over and bring chocolate (and I asked you over chat) you were there in ten minutes. As Kat said, this (as well as some other things previously mentioned on the blog) got you ALL the boyfriend points. You're marvellous in many respects. You can also sense when I need you. Like tonight, when I was feeling down and you showed up with flowers and cake.

Cake leads me to my next point. You bake, cook and sew. I would probably have starved without you. You appear to be the woman in this relationship. I'm not saying that this is a bad thing (as long as you keep bringing me cookies) but it is interesting.

You are also ever patient with me. When I'm lazy/boring/bored/obsessed with something, you just put up with me, entertain me, laugh at my bad jokes, or help me obsess. This is wonderful, and something I've never had in a boyfriend before, and so, when I get mad at you because I think you're mocking me, thank you for understanding.

Shakespeare, if this 'perfect boyfriend' behaviour does not cease, I may be forced to lose you to another woman. That is not something that I want to happen. So, please, for the sake of our relationship, tone down the perfection.

Love from your ridiculous girlfriend, Katie (in case you weren't sure).

That's NoComedy

Okay, guys, I've been promising you a guest blog. This is number 1, the amazing NoComedy!

Hello, everybody! I'm JM, and today Katie and I have decided to swap blogs! So here I am, posting on her blog, and she's over working some magic on my blog (nocomedy.blogspot.com). 
The topic is public transport, because we all have a little something to say about it, huh? Buses being late, or not even showing up, scary people on the train...you know. Anyway, I want to take some time to put a positive spin on public transport. Thus, I submit to you all:

THINGS I LIKE ABOUT PUBLIC TRANSPORT

- Bus drivers who actually wait for the person running desperately towards the bus as it pulls away from the stop.
- That lady who helped me when I didn't know what bus stop to get off at the first time I caught the bus to a mates place.
- I have to walk ten minutes to my train station. This is a good thing because I like walking 
- Seeing the occasional bus driver dressed as Father Christmas around December.
- Accidentally overhearing interesting conversations.
- That feeling of relief when you get off the bus/train and out into fresh air after you've been stuck sitting next to a heavy smoker.
- Popcorn. I suppose it's not really about public transport, but I have some right now and it's awesome.
- How some buses look like they have faces. I like the smiley buses.
- Standing on the platform in the middle of the articulated buses (or 'tickle buses', as I used to call them when I was little) when the bus goes around a tight corner.

Also there is a bus stop near my house where the seat is angled in such a way that I can't touch the ground with my feet when I'm sitting on it. At first I didn't like it at all, but I've come to like the way that it makes me feel like I'm a little kid again.

And that's all I can think of right now. I'm too distracted by popcorn. Bye! 

JM writes and draws over at That's NoComedy and it would make her happy if you went and visited. Don't you want to make her happy?

What happened last night

Okay, so I read over my drunk blog from last night, and I wanted to clear up some stuff. So, I'm just going to put it here and correct as I go along.

(fixed spelling mistakes will be in brackets)
(Anything I'm clearing up will be underlined &Brackets)
Plain text is what I wrote last night.


*Third glass of wine finished*
Hi. I'm at my parents house and slightly intoxicated. So, with another wine in my hand, I'm going to try this drunk blogging thing that I'v heard so much about. So, here it goes. Don't judge me.

I'm supposed to be doing homework. But I decided just now that University is stupid and I'm going to go be a stripped(stripper). I have a nice body, so it could work. And Shakespeare's not around to tell me to stop being stupid. So I'm calling my university in the morning. I tried calling like 5 seconds ago, but they were shut gor(for) the night.

I got us some guest bloggers. NOCOMEDY AND (I accidentally hit capslock here instead of Shift) fuddlebob. You'll have to wait for them though. I'm also going to gues(guest) blog at Nocomedy.

I'm at my parents because I visit them every Friday or Saturday and stay the night.(I lost my train of thought here, and couldn't think of anything else to say about that, so I changed subject) I had a work party today annd I hate parties. But I had to go, becuase Kathy from HR was leaving, and I was kind of friends with her. So I had to go because otherwise I would have seemed like a bitch. And then everyone would have hated me,(and then I would have been fired), and then I'd be poor, and then I would have money for pizza and alcohol.

Drugs are bad. I just saw one of those drug ads on tv, and I realised that I have never done drugs.(At least there was a segue there) I have also never ridden a horse backwards. I've ridden a horse lots of times, just never backwards. I bet it would be fun. But it would also be scary, beczuse you couldn't tell the horse where to go.

I'm watching Torchwood, and John Barrowman is SEXY. He's on my list of people that if I ever had the chance, I would leave Shakespeare for in a heart beat. The list also includes Matt Smith And Benedict Cumberbatch. I know John Barrowman's gay, but I would totally go lesbian for him (Drunk me, that's not how it works)

I just chipped my nail typing that, and it's all your fault. My brother is here, and he's ruining all my fun. I wanted to go chlimb(climb) the tree in the back yard, and he said 'NO, you're unco anyway. You'll kill yourself.' So I'm going to lay out the blankets and stuff around the botton(bottom) of the tree, so that if I fall, I won't get hurt. See? Even when I'm partially intoxicated I'm brilliant.(No, you're not)

So, anyway, I'm going to go see if there's more wine. I might be back. Probably not. Only if I climb the tree.
*Fourth Glass of wine was finished*Update: Okay, so I totally just climbed the tree. My parents thought I was nuts, but they just told me not to die. And I totally didn't. (I didn't climb the tree. I got about three branches up and decided I was high enough)
*Fifth glass of wine was finished, once I was down from the tree*


I should apologise here. After this, I went on VS chat. So I need to apologise to Fuddlebob and anyone else I spoke to. I believe at one point I was in awe of the fact that Fuddle worked at a school, when in fact I have never wanted to work in a school in my life. Apparently drunk me wants to shape the minds of children everywhere.

Hi guys!

Hi. I'm at my parents house and slightly intoxicated. So, with another wine in my hand, I'm going to try this drunk blogging thing that I'v heard so much about. So, here it goes. Don't judge me.

I'm supposed to be doing homework. But I decided just now that University is stupid and I'm going to go be a stripped. I have a nice body, so it could work. And Shakespeare's not around to tell me to stop being stupid. So I'm calling my university in the morning. I tried calling like 5 seconds ago, but they were shut gor the night.

I got us some guest bloggers. NOCOMEDY AND fuddlebob. You'll have to wait for them though. I'm also going to gues blog at Nocomedy.

I'm at my parents because I visit them every Friday or Saturday and stay the night. I had a work party today annd I hate parties. But I had to go, becuase Kathy from HR was leaving, and I was kind of friends with her. So I had to go because otherwise I would have seemed like a bitch. And then everyone would have hated me, and then I'd be poor, and then I would have money for pizza and alcohol.

Drugs are bad. I just saw one of those drug ads on tv, and I realised that I have never done drugs. I have also never ridden a horse backwards. I've ridden a horse lots of times, just never backwards. I bet it would be fun. But it would also be scary, beczuse you couldn't tell the horse where to go.

I'm watching Torchwood, and John Barrowman is SEXY. He's on my list of people that if I ever had the chance, I would leave Shakespeare for in a heart beat. The list also includes Matt Smith And Benedict Cumberbatch. I know John Barrowman's gay, but I would totally go lesbian for him.

I just chipped my nail typing that, and it's all your fault. My brother is here, and he's ruining all my fun. I wanted to go chlimb the tree in the back yard, and he said 'NO, you're unco anyway. You'll kill yourself.' So I'm going to lay out the blankets and stuff around the botton of the tree, so that if I fall, I won't get hurt. See? Even when I'm partially intoxicated I'm brilliant.

So, anyway, I'm going to go see if there's more wine. I might be back. Probably not. Only if I climb the tree.

Update: Okay, so I totally just climbed the tree. My parents thought I was nuts, but they just told me not to die. And I totally didn't.

Girls Night

Look, a 3rd post in a month! I really am living up to my resolution! How've you been lately? I do want to know, tell me in the comments.

My girl friends and I used to go out for dinner and then come back to one of our houses to watch a cheesy  movie every Wednesday. We stopped early last year because they were all starting at (or returning to) University, so we didn't really have time anymore.

Well, tonight, we tried again. It's our first girls night without Rebecca (my best friend). She left us to go study in England for this year. We've been out for dinner, and we're just taking a 'facebook break' (they can't go this long without telling people what they're doing) so I decided to update you guys on my current situation. I told them I was doing this, and now I've got money on the fact that I can finish writing this before they're done.

We went to the restaurant I used to work at. It was awkward, because I recognised the other people working there, and had a chat with our waitress (who is joining us for our movie in about 10 minutes). On the plus side, we got a better table than they had planned for us, because when the guy who was cleaning off tables saw it was me, he went and cleared off my 'favourite' table (I used to roster myself so I got to serve it because it meant I got to look at the beautiful view out the window) with the window over looking the lake. 

After dinner, we just sort of decided to walk around the lake (two of my 3 friends were edging the line between tipsy and drunk). I saw a big tree and decided that I would be able to get the best photo ever if I climbed up (remember that I was not drunk. I'm just impulsive). I threw my shoes off and proceeded to clamber up the tree bare foot.

I got to the very top part of the tree and took one hand off the branch to take my photo. This threw my balance and I toppled out of the tree. I managed to grab at a few branches on the way down to slow my fall, but I still hit the ground hard. One of my friends had the sense to call an ambulance as I was falling. The other 2 just screamed and ran to me. 

Anyway, I spent the next 2 hours in the hospital. I twisted my ankle, but the rest of the time was spent getting the splinters out of my hands and feet. Since they had to use an Anesthetic, I can't pick things up and I can't walk. I had to be carried out to the car by two nurses (who my drunk friends tried to hit on. They were men), and my friends carried my into Sarah's house (Sarah is the one who called the ambulance). Now I have to stay here the night. At least I fed my cat before I left.

Update: Here's the photo:

Yes, I actually managed to snap a picture as I was falling.

I'm dying.

I've been trying to write a new post for a while, but I've had writers block. So now I'm sick, and I can finally think. So I'm writing now and maybe something will come to me.

I think I have the flu. I can't be sure, because I've seen a couple of different doctors, and they're saying different things. Anyway, the point is, I've been home since Thursday with dying. This is what I look like:

It's not an good picture, but it shows my pants, and that's the important part. Those are my sick pants, because they have owls on them and that makes me smile. They're also really warm. That is a rubber ducky dressing gown. Shakespeare bought it for me for my birthday. When he gave it to me, guess what I said. 'Thats a ducking good bathrobe' and Shakespeare just chuckled because it was my birthday and he had to laugh at my bad joke.

So, Shakespeare has been looking after me, but he had work today, so I'm lonely and I need social interaction. So I'm going to go out and buy a game (preferably AC: Brotherhood). I could buy it online, but I need to talk to someone, and the store clerk has to. I'm not contagious any more, don't worry. Maybe I'll buy some hot chocolate and ice cream.

I'm okay with being sick though, because it means that I get to watch hours and hours of doctor who until Shakespeare gets home. Then I'm going for a walk. Maybe I'll take some pictures.

Update: Okay, so Shakespeare came over in his lunch break. I was sitting on the couch watching The Eleventh Hour (Doctor Who). He walked in and told me I needed to go to bed, because the lounge was really cold. I didn't want to, because my episode had just started. So he turned off the TV, grabbed me by the arms and dragged my to my room.

I complained bitterly that I wouldn't be able to watch anymore Doctor Who, because there's no TV in my room. So he promised that he would stop by his house after work and get his baby flat screen and bring it over. But I have to wait 2 more hours. Do you not how many episodes that is?

I don't think Shakespeare's going to let me go for a walk when he gets back, or let me go out shopping. So I'm going to send him out to get it for me, because he'll know if I leave my room. I don't know how, but he will.

Another Update: Okay, so Shakespeare got back from work at 4:30, and I was crying because we were out of cold/flu medication. So he took me to the shopping 'plaza'* and said he would go by me my game while I went to the Chemist and supermarket.

When I got to the chemist, I looked around for ages and ages until I figured out that they were out of the only stuff that's been helping. This realisation caused me to break down into tears. The nice lady who worked there brought me into the back room and gave me some water. Then, when I told her why I was crying, she looked around out the stock room and found a few more boxes of the medication. I felt really silly, and I told her so. She said that it happened a lot more that you'd think, because people aren't equipped to handle disappointment when they're sick. When she put it through the register, she used her employee discount. I hugged her before I left.

Then I went to the supermarket and suddenly felt really bad for 'making' Shakespeare do all this stuff for me. It's not like we live together, so he could have just avoided me or done minimal work for me. But he's been helping me with everything. So I bought him a box of fancy chocolates that he is not to share with me under any circumstances. I also bought microwave popcorn, some ice cream and peppermint chocolate.

I went and waited by the car. Shakespeare came back eventually and looked all successful, and now I have Assassins Creed: Brotherhood, which I am just dying to play. Once he came back, we talked about what to have for dinner, and decided to go to the Chinese restaurant on the corner.

Now we're back at my house, sitting in my bed wrapped in blankets and watching Sherlock (which is the most amazing series of all time). Shakespeare says we're going to watch until we fall asleep. I asked what we'd do if we ran out of episodes. His answer? We'll just have to move on to Doctor Who, won't we?

This is why I love him.


*It's a plaza because it's like a shopping centre, but it's out side, and the shops are around the outside of the carpark. I don't know any better way to explain it. You've probably got one near you.