I must admit to a lot of confusion when I opened up my email today and I saw that I had gotten a Facebook friend request from none other than my
evil ex boyfriend.
WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!
The relationship ended on a sour note.
Actually, the whole relationship was a sour note.
I decided that I was going to send him a message on Facebook asking him “why for the love of everything did he want to become Facebook friends?”
But then Facebook gave me this lovely message –
So I had to add him as a friend before I could ask him why.
Damn you Facebook! I was trying not to.
Damn you Facebook for being money hungry!
So I did.
I asked him “why on earth do you want to be facebook friends?”
The response I got was “Woah dude, nevermind then.”.
Which made me realise something, I’m still angry at him.
Somewhere deep inside.
I don’t ever want to be friends with him.
He was an abusive jack arse to me and I was a psycho crazy girlfriend to him.
The time I was with him was one of the worst times of my life.
I RESENT him for trying to be friends (admittedly just on Facebook) with me.
So I’m going to tell him that I want nothing to do with him ever again.
Tonight I’m going to dance.
Because the lonely girl who would do anything including kill herself for him, has grown up.
It sucks that a mere thing as a internet friend request from him can cause such an explosion of emotions in me.
But telling him that to butt out of my life, felt good.
P.S- J thinks that I should just have blocked him and not asked him why. But if I did that then I would be always wondering why on earth did he add me? What on earth could he be thinking? Will he try and do it again? Does he want to come back into my life? Why does he want to do that? Did he forget that he cheated on me and actually had a child with someone else? Did he think that I had forgiven him?
I feel like flying.
I have never been and yet I hear its siren song.
It calls to me but my own reply is lost in the distance between us.
Finding a flat is proving more difficult than I originally though.
I underestimated the price of a good flat.
All I need is a 1 bedroom flat for a couple, a grandpa cat and biking distance from class.
I would have to add $50-100 more each week to the existing rent budget.
I don’t want another flat mate.
With the flat, it is my job to make it pretty and J’s job to keep it clean.
He is very good at cleaning, far better than me.
I, as my mother has said before, am shocking at cleaning.
I just want to unpack all of the boxes.
I don’t want to yield to someone else when it comes to the placement of things.
J is the exception but I rarely yield to him in that aspect.
I find that if I worry about that, then there is no room left to worry about what they will or won’t find in the surgical procedure. It is next week.
I am more terrified that they won’t find anything than if they do.
J has gone back to Napier.
He has work to do.
I miss him already.
Speaking of him, that damn man has put me on a budget.
I am useless with money, it flows through my fingers like water.
I have no idea where it goes but only the fact that it is gone.
If I want something then I buy it.
If I have enough money then I’ll buy it then and there.
I spent a long time controlling myself.
It is nice to be free.
But alas, being ‘free’ won’t get me a flat nor will it get me to Paris.
Contrary to popular belief,
J’s opinion I don’t always wear my grumpy pants*.
I am wearing them for a very good reason.
My current hypothesis is due to my body being stupid and attacking its self, it isn’t attacking the bacteria that is doing my harm.
Seriously, I feel like firing it.
I wish I was a robot so that I could upgrade myself into a healthier version.
MEL 2.0! NOW WITH A BETTER IMMUNE SYSTEM!
J has pointed out that he knows that I am actually sick because I wander around the house stating that I’m sick.
I don’t even notice it.
Whilst I have been back in Wellington, I have crunched through an amazing amount of money that J doesn’t know the full extent of yet.
He knows that I’ve been shopping because I’m useless at lying to him but he just doesn’t know how much.
That is the key.
Next post I’ll give you the lowdown on all of the things I have bought.
Because currently, I have watched all 90-something episodes of The Lizzie Bennet diaries and I still have my grumpy pants on.
Not even Grandpa cat going crazy with catnip is making me revoke my Debbie downer card.
Yes people, I’m sick.
*I can’t say the same about J’s obsession with his complainer pants though. That boy wears them like they are going out of fashion.
These last few months have been hetic.
Crazy and crazy.
Let’s see shall we?
-I stopped working at Bonnie’s.
-I sprained my foot badly enough that I dragged myself to physio.
-It still hurts to work in highheels.
-Someone had a breakdown.
-There was a massive fire near to my place and someone died.
-I got bit on the face by a dog.
-I finished all of my essays for summer school.
-I got put on a gastrosooth medication.
-I got taken off the gastrosooth medication.
-I ate the best pizza in the world and forgot to take a picture.
-I’ve seen another surgeon. (Which means my referral got referred back then got referred to someone else who referred it to someone else again.)
-I have surgery booked.
-One of my cats has gone missing.
–J is moving back to wellington on the 25/4/13.
-I enrolled, got accepted and started cooking school.
-I’ve gone back on gluten.
–J and I are starting to look for a place together.
-I bought a ton of kitchen appliences for the said place and got scolded by J.
-I got the highest level you can get on the first assignment for cooking school.
-I’m in the midst of planning my own cupcake line.
And the last one, I’m lazy. Pure and simple.
I miss my family.
We spent christmas this year with J’s father and step mother.
That was the deal we made last year. We alternate.
Truthfully we could have made both celebrations if we had a car and one of us actually had their licsene.
But we don’t have a car and it’s illegal for us to drive without a passanger with their full.
So we spent christmas in Napier.
For them, christmas is celebrated on Christmas eve.
They have a big dinner and afterwards give out presents.
Christmas day for them is more relaxed.
This year, there was actually a wedding. J and I stayed at home to look after the dogs.
For my family, we all drive up to Taranaki to my grandparent’s house.
Christmas is christmas lunch followed by presents and then a optional christmas nap.
They give their presents out one at a time and we just sort of dole them out as they come.
The little things change from family to family.
Actually when I went back down to Wellington, I gave out my christmas presents then.
Still, I called them up on the day and we chatted.
Mostly it was my sister and I gossiping for about an hour.
She’s off on an exchange for a month and I’ll miss her.
I’ve spent the past couple of days helping out at Bonnie’s and catching up on my studies.
What have you all been doing lately?
Since I down in Wellington for a couple of days, I decided to catch up with two of my VERY VERY
BEST FRIENDS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. These girls are like my sisters.
We went to oriental parade, mostly because it’s the closest.
Also, it was the perfect day, slightly on the hot side but with cloud coverage and that ever present Wellington wind.
The water was also crystal clear.
Look at it!
I’m not a dip-your-feet-into-the-water but even I was tempted.
Which is saying something because I loathe my feet being wet.
Before any of that, we stopped off to get some gelato.
I remembered a cute little gelato place that hand makes their own gelato.
True to form, a majority (If not all) of their gelato is GF.
I want to make gelato oneday but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.
One really nice thing was there was a couple of DF gelatos as well.
Blueberry and Mango.
I got the mango one.
It was quite nice. I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so creamy but it was!
I ordered a double scoop but I think I would have been just as happy with a single scoop.
Madja, one of my BF sisters is pratically allergic to everything under the sun.
It was joyous news when the cashier informed Madja that she could eat the blueberry gelato.
This sparked a furious photographing spree from her end and a furious photographinh spree of me
photographing her phorographing.
Caddyl also got the mango gelato.
As the weather gets hotter and hotter, I have been craving gelato more.
I’m thinking of making cherry and pistachio gelato. I’ll let you know how it goes! Flop or no flop.
After that scoffing the gelato in the shade, we went looking for a fish and chip shop.
Unfornatly for us, there is no dedicated fish and chip shop on oriental parade. We would have to go back
into the CBD to find one.
Instead the folks at Beach babylon** told us that if we came back in half an hour, their dinner menu would be avaible.
So we dumped our things on a chair and took turns going for a ocean feet dip.
I was up first.
I lasted all of 10 seconds before deciding that it was too cold for poor me.
I am a cream puff.
The warning was ignored.
I so did. (HEEHEE!)
Madja knew a lost cause when she saw one and no warning was given.
Saying that, she did tried for a good 10 mintues trying to put on her shoes without her feet being sandy.
After that, we slowly wandered back to Beach Babylon** to grab some tucker.
They did have fish and chips but it was a set plate which wasn’t what we were looking for.
Instead Caddyl and I decided to share halves on the curly fries.
They came with tomato sauce and aoli. Both were alright.
We finished the whole bowl, even after Caddyl made noises about how curly fries look like a person’s
toenail clippings. They were that good.
This was my payment for half of the fries.
$3.60 and a paperclip.
I have just learnt that Caddyl has opened up for drawing comissions.
This girl is amazing at drawing. Her drawings are 11038693% better than anything I could come up with.
The pricing for comission is -here-.
Best of her work is -here-.
My favourite is in the avengers page and it’s a picture of Captain America.
*Gelissimo Gelato is located next to freyberg pool, opposite the parade cafe, in Oriental Parade.
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**Beach Babylon is located at 232 Oriental Parade, down the road from the fisherman’s table.
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