A day off

I've been thinking about making a few new blogs.

This one has had its hey day, so right now I am trying to salvage it by mucking around with the layout and what not.

Well, I have some monumental news! I am about to move and I am so excited.

Yep, it finally is happening. I am really excited about living on my own. There is so so much to plan though, but I am confident in my independence and I know I'd have no choice to budget properly and work damn hard in order to live.

I'm lucky. Seriously lucky, and eternally grateful.

All the elements are just beginning to fall nicely in to place. I actually have to pick up the keys today! Unfortunately the weather is washed in bitter grey hues and a splattering of rain.

I have to study for a test I have tomorrow as well, so I am hopefully not going to let myself stress out, or procrastinate too much. As far as I am concerned, uni is just something I need to finish. It's not so much a stepping stone for a career, because everyday my ideas about what I want to do keep changing. My life is so fantastic right now, and I am given opportunities every day to get inspired and create things!

The best part about moving is that I may be able to create a space for art and making things!

I really want to make a quilt!

And nestle with some knitting. I can't wait to embrace 'me' time like a warm cup of tea!

so excited!

I promise I'll move

Oh golly gosh!

I'm terrible when it comes to essays. I should be writing one right now. It's due today as well!

But, I'm lazy and making plenty of excuses not to. There is a lot on my mind right now. Mostly useless worrying and making myself sick as I tend to do.

Yesterday I dropped off an application to rent my friend Emily's place in lieu of her. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and intestines, and am just really hoping it all works out for the best. The best being, that I am out of here.

My dad doesn't know. But I actually told him months and months ago that I was going to move and I know that he doesn't want me to. Partly, I think its because he'll miss my cooking. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. He should have really learned to cook for himself by now, and the whole year and a bit that I've been here, he only cooked once and it was horrible!

I can't wait to move out, mainly because I feel really stuck here and unhappy.

If I am gone, my food won't be desecrated. My biggest pet hates are daily realities here.

• Crumbs being left in my olive spread tubs, and big nasty holes dug out of it with knives.
• Bread bags left open for the welcoming of stale slices
• My shampoo being removed from the bathroom and used to wash dishes and windows with...

I could keep going on and on, but the main problem is with failure to comprehend, space, privacy and ownership. Beyond that, he is the most utterly, selfish person I have met with an odd, inflated sense of ego: which has him printing crappy A4 calendars emblazoned with pictures of himself, collaged amongst images of Elvis and Jesus Christ.

Also, he sings.

He sings till his voice gets sore.

He records his singing, and at inappropriate hours of the night. Then he sits on his laptop all night for hours. Sometimes, I wake up at 6am, and he is still there. I know its either porn or youtube videos of himself he is watching.

I think its about time that I move. And I guarantee, I will be out this year!

No- I'll promise it.

I can't wait to just have some space to myself.

It will be super super awesome.