How do you make me feel this way? Monday, Sep 17 2012 

I was just in the bath and my boyfriend managed to absolutely infuriate me- he rang to say he had not found my charger and I said:

“Cool, but you’re having a ten minute chat with me now.”

“No, I’m not.” Came his responce

“Urmm…alright. Why?”

“I’m watching TV.”

Seriously?! Guys…take note: this is not acceptable behavior… especially as I know for a fact he has a pause button and is at his dad’s alone (therefore, he can pause the programme without bothering anyone). Also, even if this wasn’t the case- seriously? You can’t speak to me for ten minutes because you are watching TV?

“Cool, bye” is the answer to that question, it is also what I said to him on the phone.

Now, I didn’t want to get into an argument over this so I left it. Not exactly a massive deal is it?

A few hours later he rings me to say he has in fact located my phone charger (hooray! I was dying) and said he wanted to blow off staying at his dad’s so we could spend the night at ours together (basically he’s seeing his family a lot because he’s heading off to university soon and I’m pretty much doing the same so we don’t get to spend every night at ours). Now, this was really lovely and he even offered to pick me up (by foot, neither of us drive) from my dads. How sweet and I would love to spend the night with him! So, hence, I was happy.

Now, this all happened within a few hours. Amazing how the small gestures of my boyfriend can be so different and be replied to with such different emotions!

Charlotte York springs to mind here (Sex and the City) and what she said about happiness: “Well, not all day everyday but yes, everyday.” That’s how I feel.

Well, I’m also in a spectacular mood because I have cleaned up, done my nails and shaved all that needed shaving during a glorious bath!

Grace x

Amazing sleep, horrific dream Monday, Sep 17 2012 

I rarely have such brilliant sleeps when my boyfriend isn’t around (pathetic I know), but today- wow, I feel refreshed, rested, happy. Excellent sleep all in all.

However, the dream was not so perfect. Now, I’ve heard various things about having bad dreams about someone you’re in a relationship with; some say it demonstrates your insecurities, others say that if you are truly in love you don’t have good dreams about your partner. I don’t know.

Anyway, I have never had a good dream about my boyfriend – Ever:

He has left me to be raped in a park by someone with no hands because he was too busy snogging his ex-girlfriend and he has cheated on me numerous times. Am I really that insecure?

Now, yesterday’s dream is still vivid in my mind:

Me and my boyfriend were somewhere, I think the pub or something, with a load of friends. We got bored as the night wore on and decided to go clubbing. I think pretty much everyone except for my boyfriend and maybe a friend of his or two came to mine for pre-drinks and to get ready. Chelsea was there and was blabbering on about how she wanted to be a better person (I assumed she wouldn’t tell anymore ridiculous lies), she said she would do this by stopping her lies (hurray)! She then told me she wanted to speak to me and took me upstairs to my old bedroom and told me SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH JEFF! She was in love with my boyfriend, what the fuck! I ran out of the room and began trying to call him, no reply. He was meant to meet us as the club so wasn’t as flustered as I could have been. However, with time I became more and more annoyed and one of his friends had to work on calming me down.

I don’t remember if anything else happened or when the dream actually stopped. It felt so vivid and real.

Well, at least it’s not exactly the worst dream I’ve had about my boyfriend!

Grace x

Oh what’s this? A new catergory? (and a question of rebounds) Sunday, Sep 16 2012 

Basically, I have decided to divide my musings about things boyfriend related and those boyfriend unrelated: the reason- my blog seems to be getting a bit overwhelming and confusing with all these random posts.

I do apologies if you try to seek out some single Grace sense and find ‘boyfriend’ is briefly mentioned- he is kind of constantly around. I also quite like the idea of describing some of my single escapades.

So there, some division in the blog. I like it. I shall try to uphold it. Also, I have slacked on this question business I said I would do so I have a new one to ask you lovely people and give my answer too:

Question 7: When would you say that you were no longer on the rebound and how long would you leave someone who just broke up with someone before beginning a relationship with them

Answer 7: The first part of the question is rather cryptic, I mean, I don’t think there’s a definitive turning point and I think that even after you are done with the ‘rebound’ period you may still go out with people who you don’t actually see anything further happening with. In terms of the second part I do think it is very hard to leave someone after a break up if you liked them whilst they were in a relationship- for this reason I have jumped in to a relationship with these people rather quickly. Most of the times it hasn’t worked at all. If they liked you before the break up there is perhaps hope; but then the whole trust issue is raised. I think if you do go into a relationship with a person like this quickly- step lightly and don’t become too serious too fast.

Grace x

I really want to do something tonight… Sunday, Sep 16 2012 

I have discovered that I’m quite an unhappy person alone, I don’t know if that means I’m really sociable or just really uncomfortable with myself. I hate being alone and I hate going to bed without my boyfriend unless I’m rather drunk from a night out…again: Loving girlfriend or needy phyco?

I’m not really sure. Nothing much is happening tonight and I guess that’s probably a good thing; I haven’t read much in ages and I’m rather behind on my blogging. I can spend time with my little brother and get a really good nights sleep. I should probably tidy up too, it’s getting a bit ridiculous now.

My gecko needs some loving and I really want to have a long bath.

For now I am off to see Paranorman with my little brother- keep your fingers crossed that it’ll be good. Well, last time I went to the cinema with him (he’s 9) we saw the Lorax and I cried my eyes out. Lets hope I keep it together and it’s still a good film- having a hungover breakdown over watching Lion King with my boyfriend yesterday means there have probably been enough tears shed on films as of late!

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Grace x

 

 

The New Worst Way To Break Up With Someone Is Called ‘Ghosting’ Wednesday, Sep 12 2012 

This is awful! In fact, this is so awful that I have interrupted my whole telling of the weird guys I met yesterday to bring shocking news…apparently people now just complete ignore and avoid you as a way of breaking up! What on earth is happening? According to the video people do this even in long term relationships that have lasted years!
‘Ghosting’ is completely unacceptable!
You are essentially prohibiting someone from moving on and are just being a childish coward.
Watch the video people!

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?)

“No.”

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

Men are idiots! Tuesday, Sep 11 2012 

So, I mentioned the whole thing about my boyfriend inviting a girl to stay over (again, no, not by herself with other guys there, but I had cried about her staying over before so I was not much impressed).

He refused to come the night I found out

He went out last night so couldn’t

Today he tried to feed me some bull about being hungover. I put my foot down and told him that yes, he would be meeting me. Luckily he was compliant with this and we both agreed to walk towards eachother and meet half way.

We spoke on the whole way home about our respective nights and I began to feel a lot better. Finally, we met eachother and I just wasn’t that angry anymore- I’d missed him and he was very understanding about how wrong he had been. He was also rather horny (to be fair, I had just gone shopping and my have worn all my nice new stuff which featured a very pushy bra and some very short shorts). We rolled around kissing and hugging in the grass and we made up.

It still bugs me that he invited her. It also bugs me that it was so easy to get onto his Facebook and how I didn’t get found out!

We may have fundled around a bit- that probably wasn’t exactly okay as we could be seen from the playground full of kids. Nevermind.

We got cosy on a bench and were just chatting about some random stuff. Little did I know that within minites my boyfriend would prove why the men are completely useless. So, we’re sitting there and he turns to me and says “You sent me a very cryptic text which I just couldn’t reply to yesterday.” Now, I didn’t remember sending any odd texts at all so I asked him what he was talking about:

“The first one.”

“What, the one where I said sorry if I annoyed or bugged you the night before?”

“Yeah.”

“How on earth was that cryptic or difficult to reply to?”

My boyfriend then turned to me, completely baffled and started talking about how there was nothing he could think to reply to that with and had even employed one of his friends to help him (male, again, showing the stupidity). Apparently his friend didn’t know what you could possibly say to that.

“Thank you?” I ask.

“I’m sorry too?” I ask.

“You couldn’t think of that? Seriously?” I ask.

He looks at me in a completely bemused way and says

“Thank you? Why didn’t I think of that? Genius!”

Now, by now I am giving him a look of complete disbelief and confusion.

“Is that why it took you about five hours to reply?” I ask (also, I have just remembered what the reply was: “So we okay now :S”, now, that sounds pretty mean and as if he is still angry at me, it is also nothing exactly helpful and does not appriciate my swallowing of my ego).

“Yup.” Comes his reply.

Seriously? Even writting this I am completely in awe as to his stupidity. I don’t think my text was in any way difficult or confusing to reply to. My conclusion: Men are idiots.

What do you lovely readers think? Is my apologetic text in any way difficult to reply to? Would it stump you if someone sent you that?

Grace x

“Reasons why I would never EVER have sex with you” Monday, Sep 10 2012 

So, I was reading this awesome blog called http://reasonswhyimstillsingle.wordpress.com/ which is basically this guy stating all the hilarious reasons why he’s single and it reminded me of a drunken conversation I had with my male friend, lets call him Jack, a few weeks ago.

Basically, Jack was rather hammered and everyone else had gone home (because we’re awesomely hardcore and they we tired- well, actually I’d arrived late as I had slept all day, had already thrown up and had drank my body weight in vodka-red bulls and Jack, well, he’s like 20 ft. so I guess it would take a lot to get him nackered from alcohol).

Drunkenly I say: “We would be such an awesome couple if we liked each other, we always have bundles of fun and we wouldn’t have the whole sex complication.”

Jack’s lovely response to this was “Oh God! I would never EVER have sex with you!”

“Excuse me! Why exactly would YOU not have sex with ME!?”

(Yes, my ego is slightly inflated. Drunk? I think I’m a bloody goddess)

To this Jack responded with a very accurate and rather long list:

– I’ve seen you throw up pink rice, try to crawl away from it, fall into it and continue throwing up.

– You think that the solution to your throwing up with a hangover is to go out and drink more resulting in an even worse session the next day

– You’ve thrown up on me

– You’ve gone to hospital because you were so drunk and tried to attack the nurse

– You got arrested for trying to beat up a 6 ft guy because he was in your way in a club

– You think that not showering for days is acceptable

– You’ve come to my house with vomit in your hair

– I’ve seen you get angry and throw your heels at your boyfriend

– You always seem to be escorted out of clubs rather than leaving them

– I once found you passed out in a bush outside my house

– Your room smells like someone’s shat in it and there’s food from weeks and weeks ago in it

– I’ve seen you running around naked at a house party when you had a period pad on

I’m pretty sure there was more but I can’t remember all of them. Bare in mind these are only the reasons he wouldn’t go out with me due to alcohol. My god, there must be hundreds more.

How do I even have a boyfriend?

Grace x

I’ll just hide in the Bennets’ house and everything will be a-okay! My love of classic literature and why it will be my downfall. Monday, Sep 10 2012 

I personally love books.

However, for any of you (which I guess is probably a very small percentage as you’re all writing blogs so probably enjoy reading too) who feel you should read more: DON’T.

Or, more specifically; beware of the classics!

Why is it that Darcy does not demand that Elizabeth have sex with him after he’s walked her home? (Pride and Prejudice: Jane Austen)

Yes, I have actually been yelled at for refusing to let a guy upstairs which I thought was highly unreasonable as I’d mentioned my boyfriend, told him numerous times not to walk me and only lived about three minutes from the club.

How is the friendship between Lennie and George so strong and beautiful? (Of Mice and Men: John Steinbeck)

I have many times fallen out with friends over boys, gossip and generally stupid things. I have also been back-stabbed and betrayed

How are both Emma and Harriet able to find love regardless of Harriet’s shyness and Emma’s interfering ways? (Emma: Jane Austen)

Both friends get what they desire and are friends after all they have gone through- two of my friends refuse to speak to each other because of a drunken row they had about taxi’s last week.

How is Jane-Eyre able to be so good to Rochester after he lied to her so harshly and after he was so horribly disabled? (Jane Eyre: Charlotte Bronte)

I’m mad at my boyfriend over a Facebook conversation with a girl!

Now, these are only just some examples that I could think of off the top of my head. I think classics are truly beautiful. However, they do make me wish I lived in a time of courtship, of a time without mobiles and internet connection, a time where a marriage would be forever (now, I know I know, there was abuse and women couldn’t file for divorce and were the property of their husbands but just leave all the negativity out for my fanciful musings).

Love seemed to be unending I mean, how many years did Gatsby love Daisy (The Great Gatsby: Scott Fitzgerald) without even seeing her? 

Family seemed to be valued and respected and friends stayed friends.

Now, I am not disillusioned enough to believe that this is how life actually was ( actually, I would have to be a bit of an idiot as I do History as a degree) but the books and the love and feeling they have in them…it’s just so beautiful.

Grace x

Fear Sunday, Sep 9 2012 

The fear that he will leave is immeasurable,

Everything’s fine, I know I’m happy.

You can’t get into people’s heads though.

Maybe he isn’t that happy,

Maybe he’ll find someone else,

Maybe the things he says are cute will get annoying,

Maybe I’ll exaggerate a situation and break up with him,

Maybe the worrying will drive him away.

I don’t know why I worry so much,

I’ve got through it before so presumably I can do it again.

I worry that all our friends will take his side,

I worry he’ll find someone else,

I worry I’ll see him with a girl,

I worry he’ll forget and I’ll be the only one hurting,

I worry everything will fall apart.

All this could be stupid.

All this could be true.

Grace x

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