Time Flies

This has been one of those weeks where so much has happened, yet it's so hard to know how to put it all into words. Hence the lack of blogging. On Wednesday I had a GP appointment. Some of you may remember I have a load of swollen lymph nodes the doctor thought might be lymphoma. As I didn't fit the NICE criteria for urgent referal I've been waiting for the biopsies for a month. Recently I've been feeling more and more ill and more lumps have appeared. Mostly I just feel exhausted all of the time, but the headaches and lack of appetite are getting worse and worse and really getting me down. So I thought I'd pay another visit to the GP. I now fit the criteria for urgent NICE referal so fingers crossed within the next fortnight I'll have this worry off of my mind and I'll know whats wrong with me.

I've also been having boy problems. Namely not knowing what the right decision to make is. I'm still thinking I should just buy 10 cats. They'd give me cuddles and love and wouldn't be half as complicated.

Get the keys for my new flat tomorrow. Hurrah! Finally! I can now officially call myself a home owner. Unfortunately I have so much paperwork and such like to do to change my address. I also have to choose a bed, a sofa, tables, rugs... etc etc etc. I am so bad at decisions. Eek!

Lily xXx

Rubbish Viva

Well the Viva was rubbish. They slagged off my project more than asking questions, and for once most of the bad points weren't my fault. All I could really say for a lot of the questions was "Prof Useless said we couldn't afford to do that." or "Prof Useless said we for a BSc project it wasn't worth teaching me how to do that." I also realized that in my discussion, rather than putting in the number of a reference I had just written (ref). How this got past my method of highlighting everything I needed to find a reference for in red, and then proof reading a million times I do not know, but I feel so stupid. I also noticed 4 grammatical mistakes. Not impressed. I feel like a great big idiot.

Needless to say I spent all weekend feeling sorry for myself, not helped by the fact I just haven't been feeling well. I'm clearly falling to pieces and need a total body transplant.

There's further gossip on the love-quadrangle. The girl who is dating/sleeping with my ex, told her ex that he better not come near me or try anything on. She hadn't however told him she was sleeping with my ex and had been for at least 2 months. I thought he knew this and opened my big mouth saying "Well it's none of her business what we do. Anyway she can talk, she's been sleeping with my ex for months!". She is clearly going to murder me in my sleep. Fingers crossed she'll believe me when I say that I've done nothing more than hold his hand (which is actually the truth!).

However I am now getting bored of this love-quadrangle, and really feel it's a lot more effort than it's worth. I am going back to plan A: Get job. Buy house. Buy cats. Be cat lady.

I had 5" of my hair cut off today. My head now feels so light. It also means I'll be able to put my hair up in a bun or ponytail without it exploding into a big hairy ball of hairiness. Hurrah.

I'm off to sit in the sunshine now. Best make the most of this sunshine, it could be the last sunny day knowing England.

Lily xXx

Wickedy-Bo

I went to see Wicked the musical yesterday. It was amazing, or as my flatmate would say wickedy-bo! I'd recommend it to anyone and everyone. Not only is it a good musical, the cast were flawless, the script was witty and the costumes were awe inspiring. The best things in my eyes however were the flying monkeys. I want one.

I currently should be revising for my viva. I'm not sure what to do. Apart from reading over my project, I really can't see how else I can prepare. So instead of preparing I shall tell you about my twisted love life. It's so twisted I should have my own soap opera. Basically one of my friends has started dating my ex. I was cool with this because I get on well with the both of them. This girl's ex boyfriend has now asked me out for lunch and we've been text flirting alot. Although this is all a little inbred, I didn't think there would be a problem. Oh how wrong I was. Turns out this girl has been telling my ex that she's really into him but telling our mutual best friend that she's still in love with her ex and reckons they'll get back together. Are you still following? I'm confusing myself here.

Now I don't know what to do. Should I tell my ex that I think she's stringing him along? He deserves to be treated better than that. Should I still go out for lunch with her ex? He seems like a really decent guy. Should I just totally cut myself off from the whole situation? Probably best.

Lily xXx