God what a geek...

I have this shiny new blog and all I want to do is post in it. Don't get used to this, I usually last about two months before I lose interest and posting drops to "I hate men" days... If that.

All I have to report since my last post is that I am still sitting on the couch, but have come to the realisation that I love my furniture polish, it smells like vanilla and makes the asthma-causing dust go away. That really is it.

Anyway, since I feel like writing, I shall discuss what I have upcoming in my new life in Salford. Firstly and most importantly, I must move into a house. Not a flat, a house, this is a step up in the world (if you don't consider its location). The boy picked up a key today and promptly went out to Ikea and bought us some new furniture. I'd love to say I've trained him well, but in fact he is like this naturally. What a clever boy my boy is.
Nextly (is that a real word? It looks silly), I must find a job. Ideally I'd find one where I could express myself creatively, however I am a realist and as a student, my choices are likely to be limited to bar/ restaurant work, shop work, call centre work, or prostitution (flyering is NOT an option). Although I am reliably informed by Cosmopolitan magazine that the latter is becoming more and more popular among students, I fear that the boy may not approve, so I shall discount it. Office environments, which a call centre would inevitably be, terrify me so that option is also out, leaving just shops, restaurants or bars. As a not-very-loud Scottish girl with an accent that nobody south of the border understands, and a tendancy towards throat infections, the loud club atmosphere may not be where I am most suited, but nevertheless I have an interview on Monday for a club in Manchester, time will tell how it goes.

The final important thing (obviously not counting becoming an art student in September) is shopping. I am currently posting from a laptop held together with Blu Tac and have come to the conclusion that in spite of my negative bank balance (thanks to a not too cheap last meal out with the flatmates tonight), a brand new imac is an essential addition to my life. And naturally when you are buying one Apple product, you must buy another so it is not lonely, this second product being a shiny new 80gb ipod. I know logically that I will never fill 80gb, but the "what if...?" voice tells me that spending £50 for 50gb more space is the only way to go. Sigh. The boy does not help matters, I feel he may encourage my irrational spending habit and I will come out of this relationship with a lot less money. On the plus side I get companionship, my boy there every day and even better, sexy new gadgets.

That is all. I must sleep in order to see my last day in the flat.

First posting

So hey, I've got myself a new blog. After the filth that was my Deadjournal and the utterly pointless and boring posts of my Livejournal, I figured it was time for a bit of something in between, and what better time for this than when I'm about to give up what my mother would call a "sensible" university course halfway through and follow the foolish dream of becoming an art student.

So, on Sunday I'm moving in with the boy. I'm the first of my friend group to do the "grown-up" thing and move in with a partner (I just keep telling myself that we have a two room house in case it all goes wrong). Bloody scary I tell you, it seems like only a few days ago that I was arguing with my Mum "the rest of my class are allowed to stay up till eight o'clock, why can't I?" and now we're talking electricity bills and overdrafts like a couple of cynical old women. How time flies and all that.

Anyway, more later when I actually have something to say.