Cereal and Windowsills

We moved into the new flat on Sunday, I'm really rather chuffed!

First off, the weekend, on Saturday, after work, I met my stepmum, Beth, for a coffee. It was very nice to catch up with her and have a proper chat and then we went and looked around the shops. She treated me to the most gorgeous outfit to wear on my 18th; a silver clutch bag, a knee-length, dark blue, swishy dress with matching heels. I tried it on in the changing rooms (it was a bloody battle getting the thing on, I wish dresses would just stick to having zips at the back rather than on the sides!) and I looked good...really good. Almost like someone from a 1940's film. I have promised Beth I will take lots of photos on my birthday so she can see how lovely I look (note to self: take pictures before gin and general debauchery).

After that, it was staying up late, watching films with Dad, before sloping off to bed, as I had work early the next morning. It was a nightmare! I came, ooh...THIS close to slapping Manager Dawn's patronising, old witch face silly. Sadly, I would probably get sacked and therefore not get paid and we all know I need the money. I'm working overtime this coming Sunday now, from nine till six. This wouldn't be too bad, but I'm going to see The Cribs with Ally the night before, so work will be bruises and achey muscles. Should be a new experience if anything!

Late Sunday afternoon, I went to the cinema with some of the girls to see 'Atonement'. It's a truly brilliant film and absolutely gorgeously shot. Anyone who hasn't seen it yet really should get their hands on some tickets, even if it's just for James McAvoy (I can't quite put my finger on why I fancy him so much...I just do). Hilariously, Hannah only understood that the whole thing was based on a lie half an hour towards the end, despite the fact that they tell you this in all the interviews and trailers! We ripped the piss out of her incessantly for it. She may have got all A's in her AS levels and be a mathematical genius, but she can be a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to non-empirical matters, bless her.

I went home to the flat, rather than to my old house. It was very exciting waiting for secuirty to say I could go upstairs and even though there is furniture all over the place at the moment, I feel I could be very happy here. I woke up yesterday morning and, after getting ready for school, ate my breakfast on the windowsill. It's big enough for me to stretch my legs out and watch the city wake up. I did the same this morning too, so I think it may become a routine.

Things are getting bizarre on the dashing young musican front again. On Friday night, I had the house (old house) to myself. Nick had gone to Dad's and Mum had gone to Brighton Beach (a club night that plays Britpop, Northern Soul, psychedelia etc.) with Lynds. As most people who are bored out of their wits end do, I spent most of the night on MySpace. I put a bulletin up about my 18th birthday party and musician sent a message back saying "sounds very nice xx"...with NO mention of the message I had sent him at the start of last week! In my magnificent display of being a coward, I did not give him what for, but simply replied, "It does promise to be. If I remember any of it..." and left it at that.

Later that night, I was still bored, painfully so. I posted another bulletin saying that I was bored of my Friday night indoors and did anyone fancy a chat. However, I soon realised I should probably get to bed, due to my early shift the next day.

Getting up for work the next morning, I saw I had a new message....from musican...saying he would like a chat! What was he playing at? Perhaps he was going to respond to my more important message gradually through these ones. I asked him how he was and have got no reply since.

I really have no idea what he could be up to. I'm wondering if he was drunk on Friday night and is now feeling embarrassed about messaging me, either that or he's just tempremental and possibly slightly bizarre...neither would surprise me.

He could have message me back since Sunday, I wouldn't know, as the internet hasn't been set up in the flat yet and you can't access MySpace on the school computers, where I am writing this. I'm planning on going to an internet cafe tomorrow, where they're less trigger-happy with the firewalls. I know I sohludn't be so bothered about him, but these mad out-of-the-blue displays of affection and non-affection only make me want him more. He has this intriguing, mysterious quality that I've always wanted to see in a man and have certainly never seen in previous boyfriends. I do know, though, that if things carry on like this, I will have to get over myself. It's unhealthy to get so het up over one person.

Au revoir
Mo
xxxx