Snowmen, firemen and little green men

Well the snow’s finally melted away, although there’s talk of more on the way. The news has been full of all sorts of panic mongering lately regarding the weather and local council financial cuts. They do like to scare people. I’m sure things won’t be as bad as they say, so I’m thinking positive.

I’ve bought most of my girlfriend’s Christmas presents and spent nearly £200 in the process. I hope she likes what I’ve gotten her. I’m looking forward to seeing what she’s got me.

I start college in January, although that might be delayed if the results of my (clean!!) CRB check don’t come back in time. My place will have to be deferred until September, I guess. Which will be a mountain’s worth of shite.

I’ve gone down a dosage on my antidepressants. I was starting to worry that they were effecting my creativity. After a week of being on only one pill a day I’ve found myself thinking more about my stories. Coincidence? Who knows.

My girlfriend is working a lot and still overloading herself with things to do. We don’t see a great deal of each other these days outside of the usual evenings after work.

We visited her aunt at the weekend and spent most of the evening there. I didn’t say much as I think the lower dosage of medication was messing with my head a bit. Hopefully it’ll level out eventually. We also went to Wentworth garden centre and got pushed around by grumpy pensioners buying tat and had an okish Christmas dinner.

We keep saying to each other that we love spending time together, but for some reason my girlfriend keeps making arrangements that don’t involve us being together. I’m really starting to feel redundant and isolated. Maybe it’s just the pills again.

I’ve bought the third Predator film and the two Aliens vs Predator films on dvd so I can have a marathon of all three franchises. I’m not sure when this’ll take place, maybe when I go away to college. But basically I need a good eighteen hours free. Oh gosh, I just realised how long that was. Shit. I thought it was nine films = nine hours. But it’s not. Hmmm. How about six in the morning to midnight. That’s about eighteen hours. I’ll have to rethink this.

Can you see how I prioritise my life? I have a very weird view on what’s really important. Well, maybe not weird… misguided. Yes, that sounds better.

We had some firemen visit us yesterday to do a Health & Safety check of the house. They were very friendly and I made lots of fire-based jokes which typically fell flat. Oh well. This visit has led to my girlfriend booking some plasterers to come and redecorate the ceiling in the kitchen… so on Friday I’ll be babysitting alpha-males with ladders, oh joy. I hate sitting around waiting for workmen. I’m turning into a disgruntled housewife.

Righty, need to take a wander to Tesco and buy some toiletries. Fun, fun, fun.