Well I'm feeling loads better now. I think part of me feeling rotten was I haven't been terribly happy - ex issues but that is all over now (I hope). But I'm feeling a lot more positive now.
I went to the Ruskin in Eastham got to see a mate of mine that I haven't seen properly in about a year and few other people. It just was a major happy boost and I had a great time, the last month-ish I haven't been having much fun so it was perfect. My friend is one of those people who is so bouncy and positive that it can't help but rub off, he hasn't been like his oldself for a while now so it was cool for him to be back and it helped bring me back you know.
Having flatmate probs though. When we first moved in together he was bringing friends home which was fine as they stayed fairly chilled and confined to his bedroom so he didn't really wake the rest of us up but he's on so many drugs including the people he brings back - that they have now lost all consideration and its now the third-ish time he's brought a load of people back and none of them are falling asleep, they're racing around the flat, yelling and screeching from 5am until about 11am when they leave. He's says sorry when we ask him to shut up but then he only has like a ten min memory and straight away he loses control of everyone and everyone is yelling again, music is turned up etc etc. He knew I was ill but didn't think I was at home. When he realised he came and said sorry but then half an hour later he'd turn up at my door repeating the same speech because he's already forgotten that I am home and ill. Nightmare. Me and my other flatmate Erica are not looking forward to having to lay down any law - we shouldn't have to really but they make us feel like party poopers or something because we aren't doing the same thing. She's staying in at the mo to try and save money whereas I'm gonna still be going out but although once in a while I might do something chemical - I prefer to not you know most of the time as it messes me up like it seems to be them now. ARGH!
Any advice?
I went to the Ruskin in Eastham got to see a mate of mine that I haven't seen properly in about a year and few other people. It just was a major happy boost and I had a great time, the last month-ish I haven't been having much fun so it was perfect. My friend is one of those people who is so bouncy and positive that it can't help but rub off, he hasn't been like his oldself for a while now so it was cool for him to be back and it helped bring me back you know.
Having flatmate probs though. When we first moved in together he was bringing friends home which was fine as they stayed fairly chilled and confined to his bedroom so he didn't really wake the rest of us up but he's on so many drugs including the people he brings back - that they have now lost all consideration and its now the third-ish time he's brought a load of people back and none of them are falling asleep, they're racing around the flat, yelling and screeching from 5am until about 11am when they leave. He's says sorry when we ask him to shut up but then he only has like a ten min memory and straight away he loses control of everyone and everyone is yelling again, music is turned up etc etc. He knew I was ill but didn't think I was at home. When he realised he came and said sorry but then half an hour later he'd turn up at my door repeating the same speech because he's already forgotten that I am home and ill. Nightmare. Me and my other flatmate Erica are not looking forward to having to lay down any law - we shouldn't have to really but they make us feel like party poopers or something because we aren't doing the same thing. She's staying in at the mo to try and save money whereas I'm gonna still be going out but although once in a while I might do something chemical - I prefer to not you know most of the time as it messes me up like it seems to be them now. ARGH!
Any advice?
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what kind of designer are you? just curious...
[Edited on Jan 22, 2005 4:05PM]