Hello!

Only me...and I know that for internets safety you shouldn't put pictures up blahdy blah...but no one besides Bryan comes here, so I am going to put up a pic of my Shane that I stole from his flatmates facebook. I have to do these things because a) he never wants to take photos with me b) he always looks happier in photos with other people (mostly because he has been drinking a little - enough to be relaxed, that is) c) I am not allowed to drink at the flat (because I am too young by dad's standards and yeah what 21 year old wants to party with someone who still has a curfew and homework?!)

So, I tried to put in my little (pathetic) cropped picture of just Shane, but I couldn't. So I had to put the whole photo in there. DAMN

See, here's the thing: since we can hardly ever see each other these days due to work and school and other crap I miss him a  lot and get very possessive when he tells me about what he's been up to with his female mates. Like the one in this pic. 

It's hard to adjust to him having flatmates and parties (without me) as it is. Then he has to go and make friends all the time! 

Sadly sometimes these friends are lacking penises. So now he is partying (without me, lets not forget) with girls (without me, lets not forget) and being perfectly innocent (I know this because I trust his word), but still partying WITH GIRLS WHO ARE NOT ME, WITHOUT ME. Yes, this definitely makes me seem clingy and jealous. And I probably am. But there was a time (about a month ago) when we saw each other damn near every day and he never wanted to know anyone other then me. Now he has found a whole new world of stuff that is FUN. Freedom, parties, drinking, the whole student life style. I can't blame him for wanting to explore that. In fact I was the one who insisted he move out to get away from his unsupportive parents and go to the Polytechnic to become a qualified joiner (His dream job). But my life hasn't changed... and I worry I am being left behind. While he is out having fun with "the boys" on a weeknight, I am working at the shop. Or doing homework. While he is out having fun with "the boys" on the weekend, I am sitting on the couch with Dad watching Coronation St and fighting with my brother. Well, I mean usually I go out drinking on Friday with my friends (I have friend's too. I don't have much time during week to see them but they do exist for me lol) but Shane can't make these shindigs most of the time, which can suck when it's un-official "Couple's Night", or there are enough rooms for people to pair off into... I usually end up in front of a t.v making polite conversation with Spotty Norman (Spotty Normans are *everywhere*. They are just not always named Norman) and trying to pretend he is not staring at my breasts and asking "innocent" (Sadistically motivated) questions about how Shane and I are. Like this:

"I haven't seen Shane here for a while, are you two o.k?" 

"We are fine, Norman" 

"O.k, if you're sure. Because you are such a great woman Andie, I want you to know I'm always here for you..." 

"Norman?" 

"Yes?" 

"Thanks for your concern. But Shane and I are fine. You can keep your crying shoulder to yourself."

Anyway, where was my point? Oh yes. Because he's got a lot more freedom then me, I worry he will leave the high school girl behind for someone more on his level (i.e, girl in pic)

But for now,  I love him and I trust him completely

And when he surprises me with a cuddle and a flower, and tells me he loves me back... I trust that too :)

What a lucky kitten

He gets special kitten milk, his yummy roll, sachets of food and biscuits (not all at once lol)

And he still ignores me and gives me the eyes that say "Your offering does not please me"

Grrr kitten!

Birthday tomorrow...

Wahoo!!

I MADE A CAKE

IN A MUG IN THE MICROWAVE!!! A MUG CAKE!!

It is oh so yummy

SO

BORED!!!!!!!!

SO

F*CKING

BORED!!!!!!

GOD HELP ME

Crickey O'Reilly

Lots of news: 

I adopted the little black kitten, named him Cruiser (to match the dog Bailey) and I love him to bits. He is massive now. After nearly 4 weeks. They grow so fast!

But really, I wanted to tell you all (so, Bryan) that I must have eaten my weight in dinner tonight (which I cooked myself and I am very proud of). 

I ate:

• Approximately 2 kg of roast lamb (I am not exaggerating I was a pig)
  
• Two good handfuls of fruit salad
  
• About 3 handfuls of vegetables
  
• 3 roast potatoes
  
• The size of my hand in both jelly and instant pudding
  
• 3 slices of birthday cake
  
• 2 (very generous) slices of sponge cake (with jam and cream in the middle)
  
• 2 glasses of fizzy drink
  
• And everyones leftovers (not a lot of food, mind you, it was yummyful).
  

In conclusion, how I still fit my size 12 pants is a mystery. (That's New Zealand sizes, just in case any of my American friends wander over here and decide I am humongous. It's about a size 4...I think. Or 2. I have no idea. Something like that.)

Have been watching Dylan...f*ck, forgot his last name. Hang on......................................................................Moran! He is Irish, he smokes like a chimney, drinks like a fish and makes me laugh until I pmsl. I do believe I am in love. It's the Irish accent, it drives me insane. To show you how nutty I am about it, Shane (my boyfriend since 23/09/07, keep up) and I were discussing where we might like to travel as soon as the issue of funding ceases to be an issue. I mentioned Ireland, and he quickly shot down the idea when the memory came to mind of how I react to every (*every*) Irishman on the street (well, everyone who is under the age of 30). He also seemed to recall how after every Colin Farrell movie that we watch he gets very very lucky. He decided, "No, under no circumstances are we ever going to Ireland and you are forbidden to go by yourself!...I will never be able to find you again, you will be transfixed talking to Irish people about things you hate just to hear their accents." Sadly, he is right. So that takes Ireland off the menu. (Menu? Now we are eating countries?... I suppose France will taste like snails and poodles and Mexico will taste like tequila and burritos?)

Even I don't know what I am on about. This is one of the many reasons why I keep Shane around. He tells me (and everyone else) what I mean. Everyone needs someone like that in their lives, I think. For instance, "Computer bigging piece of [10 minutes of expletives]...mirf?"

Means, "This computer is being of great annoyance to me, please help me fix it"

I have work tomorrow. Bugger me days. I am shift managing though, so now I am only $2 behind minimum wage instead of 3. Joy!

I can't be bothered cleaning and cooking for people who don't appreciate me and serving idiots who cannot read the menu and have issues with my counting, as well as being total scabs on the face of society by taking 25 minutes to choose what topping they would like on their pizza, then swearing at me because it's taking 25 mins to make, as well as scowling at me while I take everyone else's orders because I cannot be waiting on you for forever and a day to decide if you want original or deep pan shaped pizza, or if you would like it seared and grilled and with onions and herbs and spices (who would put spices on a pizza you sad freaks) and wondering to yourself (and me, the sad person sacrificing her life), "Would garlic be nice?" (no it would not it's f*cking garlic you dip-shit) and if the price includes cheese and sauce or just topping (OF COURSE IT DOES YOU IDIOTS WHAT IS PIZZA WITHOUT CHEESE AND SAUCE DO YOU THINK I AM JUST GOING TO THROW SOME PEPPERONI YOUR WAY AND YELL "DEAL WITH IT" OVER THE COUNTER??)

For Christ's sake.

All this, and not even minimum wage.

I ask you.

Sweet 16th

So, I will be 16 in a month and a bit...people have been talking to me about having a party for it...the idea doesn't excite me at all. I have two options: 

• Have a huge out of control party with me stressed because I've got to keep an eye on everything...
  
• Have a quiet, boring ass party...

It's pretty lose/lose, isnt it?

Shane always said he wanted two Andies :D