Why is it so hard to see what is in front of us?
So I know I over-think things and I can tie myself up in knots because of it but... My current spate of over-thinking has put me in a much better place. I'm more capable of not just appearing to grab life but actually feel everything too. Having a better idea of what I want to do for a career has calmed me down a lot. I have been bad and picked up the cigarettes again. I just couldn't take chewing the inside of my mouth in my sleep anymore!
Had a fairly quiet week last week. Attempted to get a little further through all the little jobs I've accumulated. At the top is to develop my photos from traveling. I was planning on getting my China photos developed in March as that's when I was there and so. So it's the middle of April and I still haven't done them!
Really, really will this week though. Hopefully.
The immigration detainee I'm visiting now is involving a lot more work on my part. The first one I saw understood the system and was just biding his time hoping he could stay. I was literally just there to chat to, which was very easy to do. My new guy doesn't seem to know what to do and seems to want me to tell him. This is definitely not my role, even if I knew anything! I did stop my the charity offices to get some advice from them and also some info for him. It does seem like he's in a tricky situation though. We don't really want him to stay but neither will we help him go home. So instead he's indefinitely locked up.
Retard me missed out on tickets to see Every Time I Die coz I left it a little late to remind my dad to try and blag them for me. So instead I ended up at an Ann Summers party with people I don't hugely get on with, well minus one I guess. Well, less that I don't get on with but conversation is really, really hard! So I knocked back the amaretto and coke (with plenty of ice) and abused my credit card some more. Ended up in the pub that's just across the square where I rambled on and generally provided amusement. I couldn't help stealing glances at the cute chef although he just thought I was crazy coz I was sitting on the picnic bench in a rather bizarre way, oh and eating ice 
Not that I'm seriously interested in him. He's far too quiet and doesn't have much to say that I'd find interesting and I like a guy who can hold my attention in a conversation, and can stay focused when I'm rambling! But he is a good kisser 
So I know I over-think things and I can tie myself up in knots because of it but... My current spate of over-thinking has put me in a much better place. I'm more capable of not just appearing to grab life but actually feel everything too. Having a better idea of what I want to do for a career has calmed me down a lot. I have been bad and picked up the cigarettes again. I just couldn't take chewing the inside of my mouth in my sleep anymore!
Had a fairly quiet week last week. Attempted to get a little further through all the little jobs I've accumulated. At the top is to develop my photos from traveling. I was planning on getting my China photos developed in March as that's when I was there and so. So it's the middle of April and I still haven't done them!
Really, really will this week though. Hopefully.The immigration detainee I'm visiting now is involving a lot more work on my part. The first one I saw understood the system and was just biding his time hoping he could stay. I was literally just there to chat to, which was very easy to do. My new guy doesn't seem to know what to do and seems to want me to tell him. This is definitely not my role, even if I knew anything! I did stop my the charity offices to get some advice from them and also some info for him. It does seem like he's in a tricky situation though. We don't really want him to stay but neither will we help him go home. So instead he's indefinitely locked up.
Retard me missed out on tickets to see Every Time I Die coz I left it a little late to remind my dad to try and blag them for me.
So instead I ended up at an Ann Summers party with people I don't hugely get on with, well minus one I guess. Well, less that I don't get on with but conversation is really, really hard! So I knocked back the amaretto and coke (with plenty of ice) and abused my credit card some more. Ended up in the pub that's just across the square where I rambled on and generally provided amusement. I couldn't help stealing glances at the cute chef although he just thought I was crazy coz I was sitting on the picnic bench in a rather bizarre way, oh and eating ice Not that I'm seriously interested in him. He's far too quiet and doesn't have much to say that I'd find interesting and I like a guy who can hold my attention in a conversation, and can stay focused when I'm rambling! But he is a good kisser VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
Thanks, I realise it is a massive blog but it was a big trip off so I felt it needed commemorating lol.
I will start it this weekend, just paranoid about referencing and stuff as ever lol.