Hormones Are A Girls Best Friend

Yeaaaaah, so that Microgynon isn't working out all that well for me. I've been taking it for about two weeks now, and get really bad nausea as soon as I take it, awful leg cramps and tension headaches. I was seriously scared I would die in the night from a blood clot or something; and being the world's worst hyperchondriac, I have determined I REALLY do need to stop taking it if I hate it that much.

Plus it's making me so damn hungry, my diet is really going to the shit the last two days.

Fecking.

Hormones.

On a lighter note; I am so not loving this humid weather. I woke up this morning after four hours sleep (after 4 hours TRYING to sleep but the heat was so intense) and crawled my way downstairs. Feeling horribly sick and my leg playing up, I was utterly repulsed to smell RUBBISH in the living room.

My mum, who was in the kitchen, instantly blamed my Dad for the horrible smell after hearing my gasps of disgust at how bad it smelt. It wasn't until I left for work that I realsied it was actually everywhere.

Stagnant heat...dis-gus-TING.

It's been hot at work. I went in for two shifts today, one in the morning and then another in the evening. Which wasn't too bad actually, and I'm rather proud that my new pedometer counted up a total of 17,500 steps for the entire day. Go team Lauren :D

Sky + man is coming tomorrow; after my mum cunningly got them to cut the price down by TWO THIRDS to get it. I'm really glad for it now, especially as I got home from work to find the tape all my soaps had been recorded on from tonight had been chewed up in the video recorder. Coincidence eh? :P

So I'm off to watch iPlayer and ITVCatchup now. The slowest buffering in the world on my laptop, but it's too fricking hot to sleep.

I'm actually going to boil to death I fear...

Successful Ways To Hurt The One You Love

So I woke up on Sunday morning at 9.15am, with the glorious knowledge that I did not have to work that day. So that was a rather good start.

A trip to the city centre only 20 minutes later saw my Dad's temper running high as we made him drive from one place to the other searchig for somewhere that was open at 10am. Eventually Morrisons won our presence, and it turned out to be quite fun searching for Aunt Bessie's chocolate muffins (which weren't there- where on EARTH sells them cause we've tried everywhere!) and rifling thorugh the £2 dvds to only come back with "Captain Scarlet" so my Dsd could re-live his childhood YET again.

We went to see Wall-E at the cinema, which was my second time, and I still love that little robot. The screaming children was a tad on the annoying side, and swiftly showed me that I am indeed GETTING OLD as I sat there moaning to my Mum about why kids cant sit down and shut the f*** up for two hours.

The boyf came round at about 10pm last night. It was about 2am when we got to bed after watching a succession of films and chatting away like we always do. I then this morning successfully managed to give him my first real bashing.

He was gassing out my room, and it stunk to high heaven so I went to point at him accusingly, and unfortunately jabbed him straight in the eye.

It was funny at first as he writhed and moaned, but the poor guy's eye started watering like a big girl and he still had horrible red lines shooting from his tear duct two hours later as he went to leave. It didn't help that as I walked back into my room after going to the bathroom I bashed the door straight into his head. Stupid man shouldn't be pulling on his trousers bent double really.

To top the morning off; we ended up getting into a bit of a debate, as I was suffering from my regular phase of the green eyed monster. We were watching Cloverfield last night; but he was texting his ex girlfriend for most of it. That got my back up. Then this morning he said he was going to go stay in London for a few days next month to see mates; and I got the jealous rage from last night back cause I knew the girl who fancied him would be there. It was totally irrational as I know how much he loves me and that he doesn't even in the slighest fancy his ex or this other girl in London.

It was silly, but I accused him of wanting to sleep with her, and followed it with a defensive "I wouldn't care if you did anyway; I'm not going to get emotional over anything that you think will hurt me cause I wouldnt give you the satisfaction".

So yes, I successfully bashed parts of his head in, and then emotional wounded him after he confessed in a text not long ago that me saying I wouldnt feel anything actually hurt him.

I'm having a successful day so far. Maybe I should accuse him of something else he hasn't done and instead find myself pushing him into doing it, rather than preventing it. :P

How To Vow To Change, Reach An Obstacle, And Then Give Up

I paid a visit to my oh so friendly Brook Advisory Clinic on Tuesday. I have been going there for four years to get contraception, and I had had the final straw with my current pill, which was really starting to nark me off with the constant nausea, bad moods, fake periods and MASS weight gain.

Okay, MASS is a strong word, but I have a tendency to exaggerate.

Anyhow...I went there with the boyf, intending to change my pill for one that wouldn't turn me into the wolfmother 24/7. And instead I went and agreed to one which I found out would be much worse than Cerazette. Microgynon; apparently, has a high risk of causing blood clots and raising my already too high blood pressure. I had the boyf so worried he's convinced I'm going to collapse from blood clots every two seconds. I decided to ditch it today, after feeling almightily ill the last two days I've taken it in a bid to see if I will feel better. Plus the fear of a migraine, chest pains or swollen calf muscles is really starting to put me off those sugary yellow pills.

Moving on to a related matter, I also had to get weighed at Brook. NOT a happy time. Especially when I found out I've put on a STONE in a year. That's always a spirit uplifter, and so I have vowed to eat better and exercise more in a bid to eradicate those love handles.

I don't look overweight for a BMI of 28, I look okay actually, but those damn love handles HOG the culprit and dare to nark me off everytime those new stone washed jeans attempt to squeeze on. They're folded up at the bottom of my cupboard, and so the mission to finally put them on commences!

It didn't get off to a good start this morning however. I thouyght to myself I'd give the cereal challenge a go, and try do that silly 2 bowls, 2 meals, 2 weeks malarky. So I excitedly poured my Crunchy Nut into a bowl, and reached for the milk in the fridge. Lo and behold, I completely forgot all of it went in the cheese sauce for the homemade lasagne I made for everyone last night. So there I was, a full bowl of dry cornflakes desperate to be in my tummy. So I resorted to a can of condensed milk in the cupboard. However, when it started to drop out in a suspiciously thick creamy colour similar to wall paper paste and merely decorated the top layer, it was pretty evident what a stupid idea it was. Picking up one drizzly Flake and having a go at eating it, the rest ended up swiftly in the bin. Was SO looing forward to those....

With my Cineworld Unlimited Card; I've spent quite a lot of time in the cinema as of late. Seeing as many films as I want for a fraction of the price is pretty good, and Orange Wednesdays means I can get someone else in for free with my card. So today, my day consists of a four hour shift at work, a trip to Nando's (steering clear of those nasty love handle feeders as much as possible) and then on to see WALL-E later in the night. I'm usually dead set against cartoon films; but that cute little garbage collector has me and Kelly captivated so we're going to be cool 19 year olds and trudge along to see it in the dead of night. Like all the cool kids, of corse...

The Delete Button

Yes, I hit the delete button. After many many months of debating whether to do it, I actually hit that damn button. So goodbye to 161 blog entries over three years. And hello brand new shiny blog!

So why did I do it? I was sick of the criticism I was getting, the stupid comments from idiotic people telling me what to write, people reading my entries which showed my teenage progression and judging me for writing it all down. I figured it was time for a change, so I copied all the entries, and saved them onto disc so at least I will always have them if I'm ever brave enough to share them with my currently non existant children, who will think that they're the only people in the world who think everyone hates them...

And I am growing up. 20 in September, now that's an age I've slowly been embracing since January, and it's not so bad to be honest. Last night whilst at a bar as my friend was working there, my Little Blonde Friend oh so kindly pointed out to me whilst watching Personal Services Required on channel 4, that I won't be a teenager anymore. Why on Earth did she have to go rub that in my face? The truth of the matter is, the fear has gone now, and I'm kind of looking forward to growing up and being taken more seriously.

Oh, I'm in for a shock, aren't I? It's not all bad though, I have money, I'm going to New York in two months, and already making loose plans for next year. The Boyf wants to go to Japan, and whilst I said he could pick the next one, I only went and looked on Expedia and found SUCH a great deal for two weeks in Kenya.

Africa vs. Asia...I wonder...

I'm currently on my second month of Summer holiday, and my days simply consist of WORK WORK WORK. It's getting a little tiresome, and that might just be down to today being my ninth day in a row. But hey, more money to spend in New York, eh?

Things with the Friendlings have proved to be quite tough since they got home. Some of us have drifted apart, which I'm SO NOT HAPPY ABOUT. and all those grand master plans of adventure haven't actually worked out at all. Which is such a bummer, as a road trip somewhere we didn't know would of been quite cool.

I guess we will have to settle for Alton Towers in August then. Anything to get away from the constant rows at home, my Brother's laziness and stupidity and the pile of junk which I swear my rooms grows like fungus.