Feeling a little better

So I thought, whilst I was sitting here eating a peanut butter Kit Kat Chunky at 12 in the morning, I would give you all a brief update on how everything is going. It's not going to be very long because I have to get ready for friends coming over in just over an hour (for Pimms! Yay!). But the run down is, I'm feeling a lot better than I did at the end of last week. I don't know why I'm feeling better, as my life is a total mess recently, but here goes.

Family-wise: I had breakfast with my mum and dad yesterday, which was a very surreal experience. Oh, and they ended up having a raucous argument in the middle of the cafe. It was great! Took me right back to happier days (sarcasm, just in case you missed that). But for the most part it was pretty hilarious. My parents should never be together again but in some ways, I really, really wish they could because they were meant for each other. I don't see that kind of intimacy or shared humour between my mum and her boyfriend, or my dad and his girlfriend - it's sad, but I honestly don't. My parents are one of a kind.

Work-wise: I've got a little more work done, but no significant amount which is shit. But, tomorrow is Monday, which means *ta-da* a week before exam #1... fuck my actual life. I gotta get a move on the minute this Jubilee hype is over.

Friend-wise: I got into a little scrap with Charlie yesterday. Long story short: She pissed me off by cancelling last minute, but there's far more to it than that. I'll explain tomorrow, or whenever I next blog. But it's nothing serious (I hope) and no one has done anything terribly unjust or wrong.

Boy-wise: Me and Alfie have been texting way more than is necessary, and I want to lick Liam from 90210's face.

Girl-wise: Currently, there is no girl-wise. Although I'd really like not to compare them, my bisexuality, rather like my bipolarity, manifests itself periodically in heterosexuality and periodically in homosexuality, and I rarely feel both at the same time. At the moment, as I say, I want to lick Liam from 90210's face.

Food-wise: I am stuffing myself with 1,500-2,000 calories a day and not getting any fatter. 137 lbs has become 'my weight' rather than just a 'Thursday weigh-in'. While this is excellent in many respects and allows me to indulge my fat-girl side without becoming one, it's also time for me get out of this weight zone and start seeing numbers like 134 on my scales. New numbers. I'm fucking sick of 137.

So that's the 'basic' run down. I am now significantly late for my own schedule of getting both myself and the house ready for this afternoon. I'll let you know what goes down tomorrow.