I LOVE these guys...

These guys, I LOVE them.

This blog is a few days late, but I've been too knackered to write much these last few days hence the reason I'm doing it now.
I FINALLY met up with the uni crew on Monday (minus Michael, which sucked a tad) and we went out for food and crazy things.
We all agreed to meet up at Victoria station for 11 in the morning in order to get the tube down to Leicester Square. I decided a bus would be fine enough to get there, so I hopped on a 52 and all was well until I hit Knightsbridge and got stuck in traffic for a verrrrrrrryyyyyy long time. So I'm getting on for being 15 minutes late as I finally get to the station and then have no idea what-so-ever as to where around the station were were all supposed to be meeting at. That was fun...all of us trying to find each other via the magic of the mobile phone.
After we all finally found each other, we went on to the Square and into TGI Friday (passing the set up for the Batman premier along the way). There were many photos taken and cheesy nachos eaten whilst waiting for our orders. I had a BBQ Chicken Salad thingum with fries annnnndddd a lovely slice of a chocolate orgasm known as the Chocolate Fudge Fixation. HEAVEN!!!!
After munching, we went off to Hamley's toy shop - via a detour into Lush where Abi nearly ate a bar of soap - to have a play about with the teddy bears, dress up as playboy rejects and molest a giant Robosapian.
We soon all parted ways and, because of yet more traffic, it took me two hours to get home. *sigh*

It was brilliant seeing everyone again after such a long while. It needs to be done more often really, with our missing person back with us!!! It's just not the same kinda crazy without Michael singing his 'Single celled amoeba' song.

ANYWAY...

Anything else for me to say?
No, not really...oh, aside from a little 'My pill is fucking me up-date' (see what I did there?).
Urggggggghhhhh, it's making me feel so hungry now that I can't cope with it. Even after I've just eaten I feel like I've not had enough. I was at my Nan & Granddad's house earlier and had to leave so I could go home and eat something before I felt too sick (ended up being an apple, but I do feel much better for it). I'm trying so hard not to fuck up and eat more than I should but it's getting harder and harder now. The extent of how hard I'm trying: porridge makes me retch, even just the smell of it, yet I'm having it for breakfast every morning just to get some slow release stuff going on.
I also wish I hadn't stopped drinking (too many extra calories) because the whole pill side effect thing is stressing me out...I used to gulp a glass of something when stressed but can't now.

I've been completely alcohol free for almost a month now. People in my boyfriend's group of friends are trying to make me drink but I refuse. We've got a birthday party to go Friday evening and I AM NOT letting anyone get me my drinks because I KNOW they'll have some kind of boozy poison poured into it.

Wish me luck on that one.

And now I shall I leave you with this...