Waaaa!
God wanted me to be ill so I could blog. That's it. Reason for everything, right there. I got another email asking where I had gone (thanks for showing concern Lena :P ), and whaddaya know? I get struck down ill and finally have time to blog.
I seriously am mostly busy all the time these days. Faffing around every night of the week, trying to fit everything in, and I admit, blogging falls to the wayside. But it shouldn't really, because I DO enjoy it. I do!
There are a lot of things to catch you up on. Although, you know I won't be able to remember them now I'm up here at the podium.
The best place to start is right here, right now and work my way back (whoever said starting at the beginning was the best place was on drugs for sure!). I HAVE TONSILLITIS! I do. Its here. Residing in me. OH JOY! Can you hear the gospel choir? Maybe its just me. I have been a little out of it today. It all started last Thursday.... kind of. Because, I have been putting off the illness for about 3 weeks (what? I had stuff to do. It wasn't convenient!), but it finally caught up with me on my busiest weekend of the year! Typical. I guess the warning signs were there. I literally couldn't breath for 2 weeks. And then Thursday. I was fine Wednesday. I promise. But Thursday? I felt like I had been hit by the mother of all colds. It would have been fine. I dosed up and went to work (much to everyone's complaints), went home half way through the day (I think... but now I can't remember), went back in on Friday because everyone knows if you skip work/ school in the day, you can't go out at night, but I wanted to see the boyfriend, so I went over and lay comatose on his sofa while he tended to my hallucinatory state of being. I then went home. Slept. Got up... again, dosed up, but it was all sunny so I felt better anyway, and then it started. The entire day outside at the Coldplay gig in Manchester. It was amazing, I have to say.
Me and my friend got there for about 4 and wandered around the place getting food and seats, and then the bands started. Which were cool. White Lies, Jay-Z and then when the sun went down, Coldplay. And it was one of the best gigs I have been to. We went into the crowd for their part to keep warm. As luck would have it, some genius people decided to try to get through the crowd with cigarettes in their hands (the world is full of smart and thoughtful people isn't it?), a lot of people were drunk by the time they even started (I still don't get why people would get drunk at a gig...), and the clowns next to me started taking pills and rolling spliffs. Awesome. But Coldplay were amazing. I can't praise the show enough. The interaction with the crowd was really good, and the stage set was brilliant too. I would watch them again and again (with a coat on). Of course, spending 2 hours trying to get back to the halfway point to the train
station home was a downer. The trip there took about 30 minutes max. I was so cold and ill it wasn't funny. We missed the last train home and had to get picked up in the end. Still, would do it again!
Bed.
Wake up, and its Sunday, so I went over to see the boyfriend again, just check up on him. You know. You can't leave them alone for too long! And then I was off out again to another gig. This time it was Ray Lamontagne. I love Ray. I really do. He is so talented. Again. I could watch him forever. But all this, without a coat... and it was SO cold in the venue. So I wake up on Monday and I can hardly swallow, but I'm going strong. Working as well as I can, because I have loads of work to do, and I go to see the boyfriend again because he was cooking me dinner. (He is a good find), and I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't. I was freezing. So I had to go home early, and I woke up feeling fine. Of course, Tuesday afternoon I was shivering again, and then sweating, and then shivering... I rang the doctors, went to see them today and I speak only the truth, she said to me "Ohh dear, that's NOT good".... My tonsils are shot to hell. I am shivering as I type this, but also keep getting really hot. So no work for me tomorrow. I am glad, and not glad, because I hate going in to work and no one has done my stuff whilst I have been gone... Selfish, I know, but my stuff needs to be done! Ahhh. Oh well. I have to let myself rest apparently. humph. I ain't happy about that!
Rant over. I hope you appreciated the in depth run down of my sickness. ha ha. On a side note completely off that topic, I have done so much since I last blogged that it would be impossible to recap. I went to Ikea, I saw loads of films. Had a rant at the Unlimited people at cineworld because I don't think I'm getting a good enough deal for my dollar. um... oh yeah. And I am currently obsessed with baking. I am still in the preliminary stages of it all, but its all about pies, cakes, muffins, cookies and brownies with me at the moment. Its insane. I haven't made anything worth taking a photo of yet, but I'm making carrot cake on Saturday so I'll wack a photo up here. I did some delusional baking the other day and made the best sponge I have ever made. Score!
Finally, because I'm running out of things to talk about, Halloween is coming up. I love Halloween. With a passion, so me and boyf and a friend are throwing a Halloween party at his house. Its all planned. Making a guy Fawkes style body to hang out of a window with a knife in its back, and fake grave stones for the garden. Its going to be swell. And my outfit is on its way. I will link you up to the site once it arrives and I deem the site worthy of promoting. But so far the personal touches of the website have been top notch.
I'm going to have to love and leave. Its starting to get hot in here... might be my laptop on my knee..
Toodles all.
Sam
