Explosion Monday, Dec 24 2012 

Yesterday me and some friends went to a pub, my boyfriend was amongst the group that went.

He had made a pub quiz for us all to do and when the pub closed decided to carry on doing it outside.

I was freezing and made a fuss about us just going home as I hadn’t slept the night before; was ridiculously cold; and just believed the night was over.

He still continued with the quiz and insisted I stayed when I tried to leave even thought I said he could just come home after me.

Anyway, we walked home in complete silence with me putting my headphones on.

When we got home he gave me a kiss on the head and said bye- apparently he was going to his dads.

He walked off and after having a little cry on the street I followed him.
I think the above picture is the only way to describe what happened next…

He completely exploded about me always wanting to get my own way and being weird about him being friends with girls. He then refused to come back to mine.

It was a truly horrific night with a lot of crying and I genuinely thought we were breaking up.

Finally, he came back home.

I was so tired and a bit drunk and kept falling asleep and thinking of Pokemon during the conversation.

We fought about me not liking him being friends with girls and I said I got jealous of any girl spending more time with him than I do- he said no girl does. I said I didn’t like the way some of his friendships were.

The argument ended for him in me saying I would chill about girls and wouldn’t be so pushy.

I think this is definitely one of the most horrific arguments we’ve had.

We went to Christmas lunch at his and he says everything is fine and we’re okay and he loves me. I worry that he’ll change his mind.

I hate that I don’t get to see him till the day after Boxing Day- consequently that is also his birthday.

I’m guessing this Christmas isn’t going to be particularly great.

Grace x

The night of horrific chat up lines (part 2: no, you cannot sit there) Wednesday, Sep 12 2012 

So, after my difficult journey to the pub (which I spoke about in part 1) I finally got there!

A few minutes later some of my friends left so that they could get a stamp for a bar which would be closing later than the one we were in- if they didn’t get a stamp before a certain time they would have to queue and pay to get in.

Anyway, I wasn’t going as I promised my boyfriend I wouldn’t get too drunk and would be home at a respectable time as he wanted to spend a nice night with me: not one when I’m all crazy drunken me. When they left it was just me and one girlfriend, we were chatting and generally having a great time when a random guy approaches us and asks us if he could sit down. Now, the bar was not crowded enough to allow this kind of behavior- I mean, I don’t usually approve of it generally but this time there were literally dozens of seats! However, I didn’t want to flat-out say no so I decided to just raise my eyebrows and give him the ‘are you being serious look’. Now, it’s not just that he wanted to sit down at our table, it was more the fact that he was about twenty years older than me and I suspected that he wouldn’t just sit there talking to his friend (women’s intuition rocks).

Apparently my look of ‘are you being serious?’ was intercepted correctly because he sat down. Unacceptable. We ignored him and basically shut down all his questions. I guess this wouldn’t have been that noteworthy, however, his horrific chat up line was to say that he knew me and we had slept together in a dorm room five years ago.

Now, five years ago I would have barely been fourteen. I really don’t think I was having sex at fourteen. Also, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t doing Economics at Westminster University when I was fourteen. However, when I stated these facts he continued to say that it was, in fact, me who he slept with. My patience was beginning to run low at this point. I had sex for the first time when I was sixteen with my then boyfriend of four years, I have never attended or even been near Westminster University and I do not do Economics as my degree. Oh, and a side note, I do not sleep with random people. I also would not sleep with someone who is so much older than me and looks like he’s had more cocaine than the amount that floats around all the festivals during summer!

He just would not let this one go!

“Okay, whatever, maybe she looked like me.”

“No, it was you.”

“No, it wasn’t. Someone probably looked like me. Also, at my age, I would have changed drastically in five years.”

“It was definitely you.”

“Fine. It was me. Now I know your name and what you look like I shall be contacting the police. I would have been fourteen five years ago.”

I then proceeded to show him my passport ( I had it at the pub as that is my only current form of ID).

He got up and RAN and I mean RAN! It was brilliant!

Of course, it wasn’t me who he had slept with all those years ago.

I guess this is post number 3 in which I can say: men are idiots.

Grace x


The night of horrific chat up lines (part 1: apparently, not everyone has a name) Wednesday, Sep 12 2012 

I’m not sure why exactly, but yesterday I was privy to a lot of really bad attempts to chat me and my friends up. Maybe something was in the air? Maybe the bar man was giving away free shots because it was his last day?

Whatever it was it does seem to put more evidence towards my earlier post of why men are idiots (https://overthinkingmind.wordpress.com/2012/09/11/making-up/) Yes, I know, the title doesn’t match, I kind of went of in a tangent and made a post about the failures of the male brain but forgot to change the title till later that night so I guess the hyperlink just keeps the original title.

Anyway, I shall now tell the story of my first encounter of the night:

I left my house late as I had to babysit and was just walking up the road to the bus stop, fumbling around for my headphones, when I hear:

“Do you have a name beautiful?”

Now, my first reaction to this was to turn around and inform this poor soul that everyone, in fact, has a name and I, as encompassed within the human population do, therefore, indeed have a name.

I then turn around and begin to walk away.

“Hey sexy, can I find out your name?”

Right…I am not usually anal about grammar but when I am late, some idiot keeps bugging me and my feet ache I can get a bit anal about everything.

“Well, you probably can in today’s world, it would, in fact, be quite easy to find out my name as you know where I live and what I look like: however, this kind of behavior is what leads to restraining orders and eventually prison sentences.”

Now, by this point I think I have made my point clear. I do not want to speak to him and I want to get going. Apparently, I was not blunt enough.

“Hey sexy, can I talk to you for a minute”

“No, I need to go.”

“Can I walk you?” (Seriously? Are you that obtuse?)


I walk away. Luckily I think he may have finally understood my point… that, or ran out of things he could think of to say.

The thing is, I think someone could potentially work the line “have you got a name?” However, you cannot expect to say it to someone without them having the rebuttal of ‘…well yeah, do you not?’ or something else of a sarcastic nature. I guess this could be the idea? Nevertheless, if I attempt to walk away from you (in this case, numerous times) I am more likely than not completely uninterested. Thanks.

Grace x

I’m seeing Judas today Sunday, Sep 9 2012 

She’s at the pub and Jeff won’t be there. I’m guessing she’ll be a lot nicer but that will just irritate me more.

Also, today I learnt I have a shit memory, no self control with money and don’t like foreign people.

– Shit memory: I was meant to buy a bag, that’s what I really wanted, I forgot/

– Self control: I spent way too much money

– Foreign people (not in a racist get them out of the country way, mostly just all this Olympics business): It’s impossible to get a bloody seat, unless it’s from guys who then continue to stand right by it and hit on you. They stand on the wrong side of the escalators (yes, this is a pet peeve of mine), they don’t let people off the train before they get on meaning I’m jammed and having to brutally push people, while wearing heels, to manage to get off at my stop.

I miss Jeff, I want him in my bed NOW! Oh well, two more sleeps I guess

Grace x

A bottle of your cheapest wine and a strongbow please Sunday, Sep 9 2012 

…This was my first order yesterday, by the way, I am an absolute lightweight so this was an order to start of an interesting night.

Jeff left early as he was going to a shisha bar with some friends instead- Judas went with him and the guys. Obviously, Strangely, I seem to be caring slightly less about her behaviour as of late, I’m just starting to think that her little remarks about how he’s good looking and a great guy are getting pathetic and I don’t really have competition with someone he’d have to find in his arse to kiss.

Before Jeff left we went outside for a smoke together and had a nice chat. When we got up to go in he walked over to me and started kissing me, this is rather unusual behaviour for him. He said he’d missed me and I looked beautiful. It has been a bit rubbish not spending a lot of time with him as he’s working at his nan’s house and it’s his dad’s birthday today. Nevermind, I’m hoping our togetherness will be back to normal by Tuesday.

Anyone remember Megan? Actually, I didn’t even remember the name I used so had to go through earlier blogs so I should probably re-cap: Argument over Jeff last year, she goes to work abroad, she is now back. We kind of made up during Christmas so it’s not really bad but I am wary of her being around the group too much due to any friction it may once again cause. Luckily, she seems to have ruffled more than just my feathers before she left so that’s not really a major issue.

Over all, it was a pretty good night without drama and it was nice to see her, after all, I had been best friends with her before and she is an absolute nutter!

Today I’m going shopping and am beyond excited, I haven’t got new stuff in absolutely ages and have decided to treat myself a bit. I am also really happy as I am going with a friend from university as she lives only just outside of London and was bored. Spontaneous or what! I can’t wait to hear about her summer and tell her about mine.

I love clothes!

Grace x

Goodbyes (and a question of trust) Saturday, Sep 8 2012 


One of the people I went camping left straight after to go back to university.

Yesterday two of the guys at the pub said their goodbyes as they’ve left today.

Tonight is a big group goodbye as I won’t see most of the people there till Christmas.

Tuesday is the last time we go to the pub which we always go to on Tuesdays.

It’s that time again, the time when everyone goes their separate ways to their universities and most of them I won’t see till Christmas which is so so sad. I got rather teary saying goodbye yesterday, I mean the time we were at the pub just seemed like the typical casual night but when we had to go our separate ways home it really hit me- I’m not going to see these guys for months.

I can’t imagine what it would be like if they left and I wasn’t going to university, it would just be absolutely horrendous! At least this way it’s not like I’m getting left behind. Me and Jeff will probably leave within a few days of each other and that will be great because I’ll still get to see him but it’s not going to be living together everyday as it has been this summer which is sad. I love waking up to him and I always fall asleep so much easier and faster when he’s holding me. Also, Judas is going to the same university as him and she’s conveniently chosen to be in his block which absolutely sucks. I really hope she gets her own friends and isn’t just with him everyday. I hope they don’t have private jokes together and I hope she doesn’t feel the need to be around whenever I visit.

Jeff said he’s getting me a little surprise present before I go and said he’s also taking me somewhere.

I’m in a very remembering mood right now and I’m just reminiscing over everything but at the same time I am so excited to go back to university. I’m excited for my new house and I’m excited not to have all mutual friends with Jeff as this can get very tricky in a relationship. I’m excited for the parties and the clothes sales. I’m excited to see my university friends and to hear about their summers. Strangely, I’m also excited to do work, I feel like I have done nothing particularly productive this summer at all and I miss the 2am stints in the library.

It’s also time for my daily question to you guys:

Question 6: Do you feel you are capable of completely trusting a person, I mean, what if everyone around you was saying things about them and it did seem like they were true, is there a person you would believe literally regardless of anything people said? Do you think it’s good to have that amount of trust in someone? If you do trust someone like this then who is it?

Answer 6: Well, I would say my family, but the thing is that seems a bit irrelevant to the question as no one I know is really going to say things to my family and it’s not like they and my friends go to the same places and chat all the time. I think this question relates more to friends and lovers. I mean, I think I do find it difficult to absolutely and completely trust anyone but in my defence there has always been a lot of drama and issues in my group so it can be difficult. In terms of Jeff I don’t know if I can answer this question without being in the situation, I think that he is the person I trust the most and I do think I would believe his word over the words of others unless I had a definite reason not to. I think the point that I would stop trusting him would be if I had difinative proof, for example a picture or actually catching him cheating on me, I really don’t think I would want to throw us away because of common rumours and I would never want to think that I broke up with him for no reason. However, if these rumours did keep surfacing there may be issues, I just think that in our relationship we’re very talkative and there would be ages and ages of us talking before we broke up over something like cheating rumours. I think it is good to be able to trust people but not in a blind way, even if you love someone you need to be able to look at the situation and not just believe them because you love them but because you love them and see that they are telling the truth. You cannot be blind with your trust and give it to people who don’t deserve it, but over all I do think that level of trust is brilliant and I wish I had more of it.

Grace x

A wild Grace has been caught! (yes, Pokemon reference) Saturday, Sep 8 2012 

So, as some of you will be aware, I was rather excited to go to the pub last night as I had so much pent up excitement from Thursday’s failure. It started off a bit shit as Jeff (boyfriend) told me to be there at 9.30pm, then when I rang him he said 10pm. Now, this in itself would have been fine, although a tad annoying that I had to ring him and find out he was late- shouldn’t he have told me? Anyway, I didn’t trust that he would be there at 10 so I arrived for 10.30. He still wasn’t bloody there. I was not impressed!

We made up quite quickly though and it was actually a pretty good night, it was just me and the guys so it was very chilled and nice as there is never really any drama with them. I may have had a bit too much to drink as when me and Jeff were walking I was starting to feel rather sick. We were close to his mums and she’s away so we decided to stay there for the night, wow, I nearly threw up AGAIN! Anyway, we had pizza and basically passed out spooning in his bed.

I was so confused when the alarm went off, I had completely forgotten that he was doing work for his dad today and so would be being picked up at 10am! He got dressed and everything good, we cuddled and he left. I stayed in bed a while- it was way too early to get up.

When I did finally decide to go home I cleaned up his room a bit and got my stuff together.

So, as normal I go to the door…and I can’t fucking open it. This rather confused me, I mean, was I just being stupid? Was the lock broken? What the fuck was going on?

I decided to ring Jeff even though I was rather embarrassed I couldn’t open the door of a house I had been in hundreds of times…it turns out he didn’t realise that his brother had double locked the door not realising I was there. Now, I’ve lost my key to that house and Jeff is currently using the spare one. I couldn’t climb through a window as they wanted them all locked because no one would be around for a while. I was basically trapped!

Jeff, my hero, came to get me pretty quickly though and let me out into freedom! Exaggeration I know but I wasn’t feeling too great and just wanted to get home!

Now, this episode of me being locked in got me thinking about other incidents of a Grace in captivity…

The most recent one occured only a few weeks ago. One of my friends was having a house party ( good night, alcohol, standard, whatever), anyway, towards the end me and Jeff were sitting at the end of her garden just having a chat. Suddenly we realise that there is no one outside or inside the house. We assume the door will be open so carry on chatting for a bit. All of a sudden we see my friends brother come down and lock the back door, in our drunken state we, for some reason or other, decided to hide instead of running up the garden and getting let in. I didn’t have a phone at this point as I had lost it clubbing a few days before and Jeff’s phone was dead so we couldn’t ring anyone. We decided that climbing was the only way! We pulled ourselves onto her greenhouse, onto the garage, then there was a gap we kind of stretched over to go on and got onto the roof. We had to shimy down and jump! Jeff cut up his hands and my legs were hurting immensly. We began to walk home and literally almost immediately ran into the girl who’s party it was (she was dropping a drunk friend home)! She said she left them as her brother had said he thought there were people in the garden…WHY LOCK THE DOOR AND NOT EVEN BOTHER CHECKING THEN?!

The other incident is one which happened at university. I was visiting Jeff at his and we went out to the Student Union on a night out, we ended up getting into a drunken meaningless row, Jeff snapped his flip phone in half and I ripped my dress. Anyway, we went back to his and the argument continued. It got a bit heated and he stormed out of the room and slammed the door. I stayed in the room cooling off for a while but then decided to go after him. I stood up and tried to open the door, it didn’t open. I was confused as the lock is on the inside so I didn’t understand what was going on- I decided I was just drunk and being an idiot and figured I didn’t have time to faff around with the door so decided to climb out of the window (now, Jeff is on the first floor which is obviously a blessing, however, he has those windows you can’t open properly, you know the ones with the safety locks so it was a massive hassle getting out but because I was so drunk it didn’t really hurt that much)! Anyway, I managed to escape and soon found him. We made up and went back to his room, I explained what had happened and he said I probably was indeed just being silly so he went to try the door as he had the key. It didn’t work. We were tired, wet and cold so decided to just go through the window and sort it out tomorrow. I climbed in first and it was bloody painful as going in at the angle I got out was a lot trickier. Jeff tried to follow me but was unsuccessful! He said he would just stay as his friend’s room in the next block and went there. I got into bed but decided that I would only worry as we’d argued and wake up ridiculously early and bother both him and his friend. I climbed out, found him in his friend’s room and convinced him to try getting in again. He took of his trousers as they were pretty bulky and tried climbing in, luckily a guy walked past who helped us. Jeff’s underwear was coming off as he slithered in but finally he was in the room! We went to bed.

In the morning we had sobered up and tried the door again. No luck. Jeff’s phone was snapped in half as you remember and I didn’t have one. It was also a Saturday so there wasn’t as many people on duty at the university.We were so hungry and asked people who lived near Jeff, through Facebook, to bring us food. We borrowed a phone and tried to ring locksmiths. We missed the catered dinner and saying goodbye to people as we were leaving for the summer the next day. It took three locksmiths to finally unlock the door.

During the day I had got so many scrapes from climbing out for noodles.But the worst part of this story is still to come. THE TOILET ISSUE. See, I could climb out and there was a sink in the room, but sober it was too painful for Jeff to try to climb out and as the day progressed he needed to go to the bathroom more and more. This trip did not entail anything which could be done in a sink. Yes, Jeff desperately needed a shit. Now, the next part of this story is disgusting in so many ways so I would not blame anyone for fucking off right now- I personally don’t even know how I am going to manage to type this out. The whole needing the toilet thing got too much and Jeff literally HAD to go, this was when we knew we HAD to make a realistic plan.

There was not anything else we could do I promise you, this would have been avoided at all costs. Jeff found a plastic bag which didn’t have any holes in it and said this was the only way and that he would throw it out of the window after. Now, his university room is absolutely tiny so there was literally no where for me to hide but in the closet. I hid in there as Jeff manufactured a toilet out of a recycle bin and a plastic bag. Yes, I heard all of it. Half way through I even heard him say

‘Well, might as well piss in here as well’

I thought it was safe after a while and popped my head out only to see Jeff, bottomless, walking towards the sink carrying a bag full of shit and piss. He thought that now it was slightly diluted it would go down the sink. He was wrong. Luckily he only tried that with some (I was back in the cupboard during this by the way, I wasn’t casually watching him) and the rest stayed in the bag.

Jeff threw the bag out, but, as I have mentioned the windows don’t open wide at all so he couldn’t get a good swing so it didn’t land far away at all. Jeff also had to sort out the sink. He also decided to use the cover suits we wore the night before (it was a paint party they were to protect people’s clothes) to wipe (he forgot to take that out till later that night). Finally the ordeal was over. We sat in silence for quite a while after that.

Now, I feel I have probably disgusted everyone enough I shall end this post with the moral of ‘Do not slam doors and for God’s sake, always have an alternative way out!’

Grace x

PubPubPubPubbbbb! Friday, Sep 7 2012 

Tonight I shall be making up for the failure that was last night!

I can’t wait to see my boyfriend.

I’m excited Judas isn’t going to be there.

I want this to be a calm and awesome night with just loads and loads of fun!

I’m so excited I’m actually specifically showering and shaving for the pub…crazy I know!!

Also, a friend who I only recently made up with (she lied about kissing my boyfriend, was really weird around him, admitted to having feelings for him etc.) is back from working abroad. I don’t know yet know if she is coming tonight but her reappearance back in London shall be interesting. My boyfriend and a lot of our mutual friends still don’t speak to her due to the arguments she caused last year. I am curious to know what is going to unfold in my last weeks before I go back to university. I shall call her Megan and I shall inform everyone accordingly.

Grace x

The night before camping! Sunday, Sep 2 2012 

Hey guys, so, yesterday I went on the bar crawl I was all on about, it was pretty good except Judas got rather moody for some reason, I don’t really know or care to be honest.

Anyway, today we were going to go buy all the stuff we needed to go camping and Judas rings me up at about 11am- Now, after a night out that in itself is rather unreasonable. I pick up and she starts yelling at me like proper YELLING about where she should get her tent, what was going on and all these bloody questions!  Now, you would think that a university student with a car would be capable of getting a tent, especially since we all live so close to a town centre!

Now, I try to reply calmly that I am not even awake and in no way know what is going on. Then she gets really angry and starts screaming even more that I organised it and am not making the plan go to shit:

A) I did not organise the trip, my boyfriend did

B) She is so far up his arse she would never shout or even talk in any way which wasn’t pathetic to him

C) No one else got shouted at, out of the seven of us going I knew exactly what they all knew.

So, I get off the phone after she screams some more and start crying- yes, pathetic I know but I am absolutely rubbish with people shouting at me; I just cannot deal with that AT ALL- my boyfriend is a bit rubbish in the comforting department and tries to make up all these excuses for her: however, as updated in this blog this is now the THIRD time she has been out of order with me for no fault of my own, she can’t have a bloody excuse for each of those times.

A few minutes later she texts saying that

she’s not going camping. She sends this to my boyfriend, now, as crazy as I may sound saying this but I think it was just for attention. I honestly think she did it so she would be persuaded to go, this is further backed up by the fact that when she got no reply from him she suddenly texts saying ‘what’s the plan for today then?’ I THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T GOING, I WAS SO BLOODY HAPPY. The thing is, I have truly taken a  very negative view of her, I mean, I think she’s controlling, meddling and just plain mean!

She rang me and my boyfriend several times. We ignored all the calls.

She was in charge of getting tents for everyone with a mate who’s also going: she didn’t get shit and for some reason stalked us to the shop where we were getting food. She then dropped the mate off and left. I didn’t speak to her the whole time she was there. He said that apparently she was on the phone the whole day trying to find someone who would go in her place.

This made me so happy.

However, she then texted another friend telling him to bring lots of cigarettes.

Can she just stop doing things for attention and decide if she’s bloody going, it’s not hard.

She also refuses to give us money for the food and alcohol we bought for everyone.

I hope she doesn’t go to be honest. I think it would be an absolutely amazing trip if she didn’t, if she does I know I’ll just be so on edge and we’ll end up having a fight and that will just ruin it for us and the others.

I really think she has a hidden agenda. I just need to find it.

Anyway, fingers crossed she doesn’t go!

I’ll try to keep you guys posted during my camping stint!

In other news:

Question 2: If you had to be any animal but have the capacity of a human mind which animal would you be?

Answer 2: I think I would want to be something ferocious like a lioness as I would then have incredible strength plus the intelligence of a human. However, thinking about it, if I was an animal I’d probably want to change sex as well as species as then I would be the head of some amazing tribe as I would formulate tactics that were just incredible for animals to do! I wouldn’t want to be hunted by humans though?

Leave your responses guys!

I will reply to the last ones, I think I hear my boyfriend getting out of the bath though so I am rather rushed at the moment!


Grace x

Arguments, meddling friends and a fuck load of alcohol! Saturday, Sep 1 2012 

So, yesterday I was all moaning about going to the pub because I was so tired. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone. My boyfriend showed up completely wasted and off his head and we ended up arguing about the whole thing that happened with Satan earlier that day (see last post). However, as he was so bloody drunk he went from apologetic to just plain dickhead.

Naturally, Judas (https://overthinkingmind.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/oh-my-god/, basically gets involved in bloody everything to do with me and my boyfriend) got involved yet again. When I decided to walk home by myself she began shouting at me that I was ‘ruining everyone else’s night’! The thing is, how would me staying and arguing with my boyfriend not ruin everyone else’s night? How boring is she to say that if I leave her night will be shit? Don’t play the ‘you’re worried’ card- I live about five minutes away!

Anyway, I found my boyfriend and we talked and talked and he began to sober up and things were actually pretty okay. However, apparently our friends don’t understand when we need some alone time to talk about our problems and sort stuff out- just the two of us. Without them standing over our shoulder; without them intercepting into the argument and without them pretending to be councillors! I definitely think the argument got way more out of hand because people started to get involved!

In the morning I was woken up with sex so that was pretty awesome. It was really hot too, I mean, since the whole hand incident he hasn’t really made much effort. Today he just threw me down and decided to fuck me- seriously hot stuff. We found two new positions from rolling around too! A new fingering/ tossing off one as well!

After we talked and he apologised for being a drunk douche. He’s gone to football now before I see him this evening. I’m happy 🙂

By the way: I’m going camping on Monday! I have never been camping (well, unless festivals count), I’m rather excited. Judas will be there but who cares! I’ll try to sneakily post little tibits, do not know how I’m going to tear myself away from proper blogging from Monday to Wednesday!

Out again tonight, bar crawl!

Grace x

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