Love is such a crazy thing...

I admit I was being a moany cow in my last blog entry.

Looking on things I do realise that what I have with the mister is a good and special thing. We've hit rut-type patches a few times since we've been together but we've always worked through it fine and come out smiling. That's a normal part of any relationship (so I'm learning anyway).
The stale feelings usually happen because one of us in on some kind of medication that fucks us up. Mine is making me super cranky lately and his is making him constantly fall asleep. He can be as alert as anything then half an hour after he takes his tablet he's out for the count (seriously, no amount of ear flicks, nose licks or shin kicks can wake him up).

I vented how annoyed I was about it and most of the other stuff. We're going through and working on it again.

All couples go through this stuff and it's all about learning and adapting to what life and growing together throws at us.

So we're alright again.
I've got a clearer head than before!

So, the last week or so have been a bit more eventful.
My psychologist has suggested we both go out to a busy supermarket to figure out my weird fear of certain people (no real discrimination, I just get a vibe of random people that freaks me out). I'm cool with it and since she's a student psychologist it'll be a good thing to put in her work portfolio.
Things with the employment advisor are slow but I'm trying. I went off to some working in retail info session this morning. Turned up an hour early for the thing because my advisor muddled up the times but never mind.

I went to a gig at Cafe De Paris to see the mister's band perform. I was feeling brave enough to work a little black dress and a pair of purple heels. Felt as self-conscious as hell but I got a lot of compliments and the mister loved it (had a cold sore though so couldn't do much about it).

The gig was good and there were burlesque dancers which the whole lot of us REALLY enjoyed.
The best part has to be this guy called Stephen and his attempt at break dancing though. He ran onto the dance floor like a man possessed and started rolling around. Stuff flew out of his pockets and slid across the room, coins shot out and hit fellow gig goers in the legs...it took three of us to collect his stuff and chase after him to give it all back.

The only thing I didn't like was having "STRIP, STRIP, STRIP, STRIP..." chanted at me by a drunken band when sitting in the VIP room waiting for the others to pick up their equipment.
Stephen got pissed at this and decided to jump in front of me and start unbuttoning his trousers at them. They soon shut the fuck up and went into a different room. I like Stephen, that's the first time I've ever met him but he comes across as a weird yet cool guy.

Last Friday I met Radish in the university bar for a few pints and a catch up. He bought three tickets to see Stephen Lynch at Brixton academy that day but our third person, Sake, couldn't make it. After a lot of thinking, we managed to get our friend Biscuit to take the ticket and we'd meet her at the place half an hour before the doors opened.

So Radish and I decided to get the bus to the tube station and, since we ended up being half an hour early, we went into a pub and drank a whole load of wine.

The gig itself was brilliant. A lot of the material was the same as the last time we saw Stephen perform, but it was still a hoot and worth it just to see the look on Biscuit's face. She'd never even heard of him before and had nooooo idea what kind of stuff he sang. Was brilliant.

Sunday was another gig, but with just the mister on the acoustic, a trumpet player and this woman called Neleswa singing. They were amazing. The poet, performance artist and drunk Irish woman weren't.

Yesterday the mister and I FINALLY went out somewhere. We went to see Alice in Wonderland. I thought it was a brilliant film aside from Alice who I found a little too strange. I know it's a Burton film but she was just a little too dazed for my liking.

I don't really have plans for the next few days. I have to dog sit for my parents tomorrow and I've got a stupidly early appointment with my employment advisor on Thursday.
Add a couple of baths, some guitar hero and finishing up reading the diary of a call girl books and that's my week.

I've nagged on.
Take care x