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

There’s jizz on my bed. I wasn’t in the room. Wednesday, Oct 3 2012 

I think the title pretty much speaks for itself…however, I shall continue to tell the full story of how this scarring experience occurred…

Last night me and a load of friends went out, one of them was a housemate of mine. Anyway, we went to a party at the university students union and got ridiculously drunk, like seriously, I didn’t even know what the fuck was going on. Towards the end of the night me and my good friend, lets call him Sean, went back to mine as we wanted to continue raving somehow; this didn’t happen and we ended up getting pizza and trying to watch random shit on my computer.

My housemate soon arrived as I think she left before us but was in a different house. Anyway, she came into my room and we all watched stuff together. Then, for some reason that none of us can fathom we ended up in her room and were about to go to bed, now, this was a bit weird as it was the three of us in the bed. I fell asleep and woke up the next morning.

I was so fucking confused as she had re-arranged and tidied up her room so it was so different from the day before so when I woke up I was so completely disorientated and didn’t know where the fuck I was. However, I soon came to my senses and realized, now, I also realized that they were not in the bed, I didn’t think too much of it but did have a funny feeling. It was early and honestly I just wanted to get into my bed and go to sleep so I went upstairs to my room. Now, those of you who have read my blog about our bedroom doors (https://overthinkingmind.wordpress.com/2012/10/01/getting-locked-out-back-to-school-disco-and-being-a-lot-more-independant-than-i-origionally-anticipated/) will be aware that for some reason we have the kind of doors which lock automatically when they close. This was actually probably really lucky as I may have casually walked into my room if I didn’t have to knock to get in. When I knocked I heard voices and awkward giggling. That’s when I knew. They had done stuff in my room! I then had to do the awkward thing of waiting outside my room as they scrambled for their clothes.

Anyway, finally they opened the door and literally ran out with excuses and apologies, I just walked into my room saying this was far too awkward already and I was just going to go back to sleep. I heard my guy friend leave through the front door. I headed for my bed and was just about to get in when I saw it…the stains! There were very very clear wet patches on my bed! What the fuck!

I was in the process of being in shock when I got a knock on my bedroom door, Sean was back, he had forgotten his shoes and in the rush had simply run out of the house without them! Now, I wasn’t mad or anything but I jokingly began to shout at him about their being ‘fucking jizz’ on my bed! He said hurried apologies and ran out with one shoe on and one in his hand!

Now, I bet you’re thinking this can’t get much worse…it can.

So anyway, I’m still bloody tired and it is ridiculously early so I decide to get into bed after putting a cover over the guilty patches. I then began drifting to sleep. Now, I hate when there is something in my bed and I always move it because it fucking bugs me so when I felt something in the bed I proceeded to find whatever it was and remove it…it was my housemate’s underwear! Ugh! How awkward.

I threw the convicted underwear out of my bed and tried to get to sleep, however, peace alluded me and I ended up giving up and going downstairs. There, I find my housemate frantically running around looking for her stuff (leaving out of absolute and complete embarrassment), I flounce over to her and place the underwear I had brought down with me into her bag and go into the living room- here I find my other housemate, eyes wide and clearly dying to know what happened, I’m also absolutely killing to share my horrific story. Luckily the offending housemate leaves and we are free to gossip.

Soon after my other housemate comes down and is really confused why she heard a guy leaving my room in the early hours of the morning (I have a boyfriend of two years), so we get to tell her the story too!

Today I also remembered that the housemate who christened my bed also got with my other friend early on that night! She also thinks the affair in the bed meant a lot more than it did. My guy friend is buying me new sheets and is forever to give me drinks in clubs.

Now, the key elements of this story I believe are

A) I didn’t fucking get to christen my own bed with my own boyfriend

B) We tried to flip the mattress and found there were period stains on the other side (me and my housemate discussed which we thought was worse for me to sleep on, I’m still rather undecided, what do you guys think?)

C) The girl literally had to do nothing! I got the guy to the house.

D) She got laid and I got a pizza from him- I’m like the fucking fat ugly friend in this scenario

E) Why didn’t she simply wake me up and tell me to leave her room? She could have even said I was snoring or something, hence, it wouldn’t seem too weird.

Regardless, I do feel rather scarred by this experience and hope it befalls no one else. Also, I would really like to convey the message that I would have liked to christen my bed and if you have a bedroom in the same house as the one you are at it is ridiculously odd to have sex in another persons bedroom.

Traumatized I now need to sleep in this bed. On the bright side, I do love how things like this happen and are just damn hilarious!

Grace x

Some pathetic facts about Grace Sunday, Sep 23 2012 

Well, I guess they can be called pathetic, my boyfriend says endearing, my friends say cute, I say it’s my way of showing affection:

  • I need to speak to my boyfriend everyday
  • Cuddles…I must be cuddled to bed every night unless something horrifically important prevents this from happening
  • If I text my boyfriend and he doesn’t reply for a while I am in a bit of a mood until he does (in fact, he just did and I felt an immediate lift in my mood and decided to write this post, also, I’m being way cool by not replying straight away)
  • If in a social environment I like my boyfriend to demonstrate signs of affection very often
  • I get so worried if we don’t have sex twice a day, I feel like something is seriously SERIOUSLY wrong
  • I love it when he wears the bracelet I got him for our one year anniversary
  • I hate it when he texts around me
  • I adore it when he runs plans by me before committing to any
  • I find it so hard to sleep when he isn’t with me, ironic because when he is I want to spend all the time I can with him but always conk off to sleep
  • Pretty much any interaction with girls annoys me to at least a tiny extent- yes, this does include my friends

I can imagine there are more but I think I’ve made people want to throw up enough for now and have probably embarrassed myself enough too.

Grace x

I’m BACK! Wednesday, Sep 5 2012 

Wahey, I am back in a bed which isn’t basically one of those yoga mats! How brilliant! Well, to be honest I didn’t even get one of the yoga mats, between me and my boyfriend we only had one and apparently I ‘sleep on him’ so I didn’t need it…I sleep NEXT to him. There is a big difference!

So, the travel there was pretty easy, considering we had so much crap to carry (mostly alcohol). When we arrived the first thing we saw was a sign saying ‘No alcohol’. This threw us for a minute but the guy who we signed in with was really cool and was all up for us having fires and drinking so it was just fine. Also, they had a little shop on site which SOLD alcohol, so yeah, not really sure what that sign was about.

We got there and set up the tents and began having a few drinks, there were 7 of us at this point: Me, Judas, boyfriend and four other guys. The guys began trying to be all manly and make a fire, this did not exactly go to plan as they couldn’t really START a fire. They all also got a bit funny about me getting involved in trying to sort it out since I was doing it wrong…now I was pretty sure I knew what I was doing as my dad has fires quite frequently in the garden (not in a freaky kind of way he just likes to have bonfire night way more than once a year) so I am aware of what you’re supposed to do. I think I proved my point rather well when I told them I would make my own fire a meter of so from theirs and mine went up pretty quickly (well, this was aided by the fact that some random guys camping a bit away from us gave me a box of fire-starters- but still, I did do pretty well).

Anyway, the first night was brilliant, drinking, smoking, a bonfire and some nice food. It was very chilled out but I did find myself rather aware of the fact that Judas was there, it somehow irritated me, the funny thing is, I was irritated when she was rude and when she was nice. The rude part is obvious, but you know when a person who you aren’t fond of is nice to you…it’s bloody frustrating!

Me and my boyfriend went to bed last and pretty much conked out, I was informed the next day that we were running around the field in the early morning trying to rugby tackle each other.

However, this fun was not to last, when I woke up I felt TERRIBLE, and I mean proper rough. The thing is, I rarely get hangovers and I rarely believe that illnesses can’t be solved with a drink (I’m not joking, if you have a cold or something not alcohol related and you get drunk, DAMN you feel so much better). Anyway, I ended up throwing up or napping most of the day and pretty much only consumed an apple all day. Now, my boyfriend was rather amazing and would walk with me when I needed to throw up, pat my back and even took me to Tesco when I had a craving for apples at 10pm. Judas was a bit odd when he would get in my tent and cuddle me- she kept pestering him to come out and if I jokingly looked up at him and said

‘No, cudddleeezzzzzz’

She would respond with ‘He’s been doing that all day.’ I was not much impressed.

Anyway, that night was pretty good too as I started to feel a lot better after the apples and could pretty much sit with everyone. People weren’t really drinking either so I wasn’t left out or anything and the fire was bloody amazing that night and we burned so many random things on it! I also managed to nick lots of tea from the office which was left unlocked and, as a self confessed tea addict, I was VERY satisfied!

Me and my boyfriend ended up staying up the latest once again and this time we did not just conk out. The tent was rather small for actual sex but a blow job and some finger action was a-okay with the both of us, especially since we were bloody knackered!

The next day (today) I felt hugely better! Juads annoyed me by calling me needy (I like cuddles, and what!?) and saying I made my boyfriend cuddle me (yes, my telepathic powers forced him into my tent against his will…I mean, it’s not like he would want to cuddle his extreamly ill girlfriend!).

We got the train home pretty early and I am currently with my boyfriend; well, I’m smoking and typing secretly while he’s in the bath. Can’t he have a long girly one…I’ve missed blogging so much and I want to reply to all the wonderful responses and comments I’ve got while I’ve been away!

On the note of camping (I’ve been to festivals before but never just camping) I have learnt some things about camping:

A) Spiders, everywhere! Now, I am absolutely terrified of them and they were bloody everywhere! I mean they’re in the tent, in the toilets, on the grass, on my sleeping bag! On the second night I literally ended up running out of the tent in my underwear as I saw two in the tent!

B) Tents let sunlight in very easily. I have blackout curtains at home. The light very easily wakes me up

C) People are bloody loud! Now, I’m loud and I usually love loudness but come on, I cannot wake up at 9am!

D) I do not look sexy in a sleeping bag

My boyfriend just came out of the bath straight into the garden!!!

I think he may get suspicious of what this ‘wordpress’ tab is that is always on my laptop is!

I’m in the bathroom now, he’s sorting out the wii. I think my posts shall be rather short!

Also, as stupid as this sounds but does anyone know where the draft button is, at this point in time I always seem to be faced with the dilemma of posting shit or deleting it all together!

In terms of my tradition on the posting of questions for you guys…I shall think of a good one and it will be right up I promise!

Grace x

I’m so tired Friday, Aug 31 2012 

So, it is 2.09 am in the U.K.

I need to go to the hospital with my boyfriend at 8 am. I already do not trust myself to get up, but today I’ve also had a fair bit of wine; therefore, the likelihood of me getting up is reduced rather substantially.

I have a very bad relationship with alarm clocks. The thing is, when I’m woken up rather harshly I don’t really know what’s going on and I have a tendency to either switch the alarm off or throw the clock/phone at a wall. This is facilitated to an even greater extent by the fact that my boyfriend is a rather heavy sleeper and even if he is woken up when he’s asleep he is likely to forget and instantly fall back to sleep. Therefore, on many occasions when one of us or both of us need to get up I, in my drowsy state, switch off the alarm and fall back to sleep, not really knowing what’s happened. This results in us both waking up later in a frenzy and blaming the manufacturers for us not waking up while running to wherever we need to go. Today this shall not happen. Today I am staying wide awake.

Although, in retrospect, talking about sleep when trying to stay awake probably wasn’t the best of my ideas. I am so tired. I want to sleep so bad. Only four more hours until it seems reasonable to be awake for the task at hand

Grace x

The day I get a phone my boyfriend’s phone stops working Thursday, Aug 30 2012 

What an absolute joke on my life.

Now I have to be stressed about meeting him in the morning as I don’t want to casually wake up at 7am to not see his gore-y stitches come out! Nevermind, I shall go, making sure I have enough money on my oyster, and if he’s not there by some change in plans I get to sleep all day until I go to the pub, sounds alright to be honest!

It was nice seeing one of my really good friend today who isn’t directly in my most active friendship group. I’d missed him

Wish me luck for tomorrow. For now I am off to the pub. I think staying up all night is a better idea than trusting myself to wake up for 7am.

Grace x

Yawn Sunday, Aug 26 2012 

So, I’m finally home after quite a difficult journey due to missing several buses, painful bladder needs and exhausting heat.

Last night a friend of mine had a house gathering, party-ish jam. I’m not really sure how it would be classified. Anyway, if I drink and do not carry on drinking I usually fall asleep; this happened yesterday when everyone began playing drinking games while watching Euro-trip. I myself got rather cosy on my boyfriend who, the sweetheart, didn’t move during the entire movie so as not to disturb me. I am still ridiculously exhausted.

However, I need to be awake! In a few hours me and my dad are going to go pick up my little brother from Heathrow as he’s back from Russia today (grandparents live there). Now, they are going to Brighton to visit the other grandparents after this so I’m going to have to get the train back from Heathrow by myself. This is because Brighton makes me feel rather lonely and bored most of the time. Plus, I’m too much of a pussy to just smoke in front of my dad so that makes it even worse. Now, in ordinary circumstances I probably wouldn’t even go to the airport, however, my grandparents have put money for me into my little brother’s suitcase. My dad would not be much impressed if he found out about this money, therefore, I must preform somewhat of a hiest to retrieve it!

I also feel like I rather neglected my blog the past few days so I’ll try to make up for that with some fun anecdotes and hopefully something vaguely important.

Grace x