Sorry, Darlings.

I know it's been a DREADFULLY long time.  Are you okay?
The weekend in Norwich was fairly typical. 
I DID, however, go to see UEA, which was amazing and beautiful and awesome and an amalgamation (look at my posh word :D) of all these things in one.
Spent both nights while I was away texting, ahem, "Adam" (one of these days I'll quit that), but that's about as much detail as you're getting :P
Came home very VERY tired because ten hours in a car renders you useless and went to bed, thinking about how it would be nice to go out to a gig the next day, regain a social life, maybe get to bed by ten all snug with a cup of Horlicks.
HA.
I was not warned that it was a mosh-pit style band.
I have now learned what a "circle-pit" is, reader, and I am a little afraid.
Eventually, I will link you to a video each for the bands we saw, of which there were three.
One of the front men of these bands sat on me, and Ex grabbed the arse of one of his favourite males.
He is still VERY pleased about this.
I am beginning to query his sexuality.
It was OUTRAGEOUSLY good though. Having consulted two of those who went with, we have agreed that, whilst we may never recover, it was SO worth it.
We had a talk after the gig, after our legs starting working again and we realised that we had got so hot and sweaty that we could literally wring ourselves out.
We sort of cuddled (I had spent the gig between his arms against the railing, because I am a shorty and he is not, and he only once or twice tried to pull something, but we had become accustomed to the other being all sweaty by this point, so it did not matter) and, despite the fact that I do care about him still, I reiterated that we could not become a couple again.  This was taken fairly well, and I presumed that this meant he would back off a little and we could just be best mates again, which I do miss.
Like I miss cuddling.
Katie and I were discussing this earlier, about how it doesn't feel quite right cuddling up to someone who's neck you can't bury your face in.  I would like to add to this, in that the smell has to be right too.
Ex always smelt amazing.  I always pretended to be pissed off that he ended up getting deodorant on my bedsheets, but I actually didn't mind.
Let's not tell him.
I'm not sure what it is about blokes.
Providing they keep hygenic and slightly groomed (I'm not really bothered in the facial hair vs bald chin debate.  Ex always had ENORMOUS beard that was three different colours, and not intentionally either.  After certain, ahem, appendages, it was always my favourite bit of him, though I did have to be the one in charge of grooming it.  Whilst he didn't mind the 'tache growing over his upper lip, the neat freak in me who occaisionally pops out CANNOT cope.) and avoid at all costs that awkward stage between bald and beard which is SO DAMN ITCHY during any form of intimate activity then they are great.  But it seems to me that all the clean ones smell AMAZING.
Except smokers. But that's an obvious.
But they smell really good.
Really. Really. Good.
The only person I have ever smelt to rival blokes, especially Ex, is Anna.
She smells awesome.
Something about Dior.
ANYWAY.
Men smell good.
This is another good reason for "Adam" to  hurry the fuck up and invite me over.  There is nothing better than a good smelling man to calm your nerves.
He caught me staring at his ass earlier.
I came up with the most intelligent reply possible, which was "Bite me" then looking away really quickly.
Don't think he minded so much.
He then hit me in the tit with a ball-pit ball.
Sod.
Everyone else around me doing work.
Have decided to take a sabbatical.
I'm starting to miss making out as well...  (I know full well he reads this.  This might just mean that he takes the hint though.)
Ex made an attempt, despite the fact that I thought he would back off, to ask me back out on Tuesday night.
HE seemed to think that our conversation on Monday night, in which I informed him that we were unlikely to get back together at least for a GOOD LONG WHILE (A mistake, I now see), was a portal for more open conversation, and less of me ignoring him.
Um, no.
So I had to tell him bluntly that we were NOT getting back together.
Which I THINK he took well.
I dunno, I was getting all pissed off.
I was to get even more pissed off, however.
Ex proceeded to tell me how much he missed sex, which is fair, since as far as I can tell he isn't even getting flirty time atm.
I did NOT expect him to then ask whether or not casual sex was on the cards at all.
Ummmmmmmm, NO.
It's not like the concept of casual sex upsets me.
It's purely the BALLS of that IMBECILE.
No, Ex.  No, I am not going to have casual sex with you purely for the fact that you are desperate.
Don't be stupid.
We had a discussion about the rainbow slag, who he now calls the Ridicuslag, which is an excellent insult.  Apparently all is off on that front.
We then had a discussion about which of the girls he knew that he could go and proposition instead of me.
Or rather he made a list of girls he could go have sex with.
Typing it now, this may have been to make me jealous.
Ho hum.
He has decided to go and suggest to the girl he FIRST had a crush on whilst with me, who currently has a boyfriend, that should she find herself single she should come to him for non-commital sex.
Yes, he told me all of this.
I have now got to Thursday, gentle reader, and I am exhausted.
I am going to leave college in a minute, buy a BIG cup of iced tea from Costa, who do amazing iced teas, and drink it on my way back to college.  I may request they go easy on the ice though.
I must also remember to ask them to add my points from my iced tea the other day.  That was yum.
But, sadly, that was also at the point where I walked past some loon bent over with his bare arse for the world to see round the back of Primark.
Unfortunately, I could also hear a trickling noise.
I hurried along, after a deeply unfortunate double take, and got the bus.
There is still a half hour to go of my lesson.  Grarr.  I may request that I am allowed to leave my bag in the Humanities office and just take my purse and cards to town.
Katie is now freaking a bit about periods (imagine that said in the style of Miranda saying sex).
She is impressed with herself about her French essay, and is now getting up to fake going to the bathroom and instead buy chocolate.
Want to throw something.  Not because of anger or anything. More boredom.
I have, so far, eaten four doughnuts today.
Feel like a fatty.
Still, boobs'll get bigger.  Score.
Shame about the same thing happening with the ass.
Have 25 minutes left.
Abi is sat next to me, looking all intelligent.
She is actually ludicrously intelligent.
To the point of being a bit scary, despite her total adorableness.
Katie VERY hungry.
Senior management have gone a bit mad, no longer allowing people to buy food.
Katie has declared them no longer her friends.
She has now realised that I am typing up her woes.
She is now bitching.  Really quietly so Don doesn't hear her.
Apparently she laughs a lot.

Maddy is still a horrible person. With no morals, sympathy or conscience. These are all the qualities, I think you'll find, of a bitch.

Clearly, Katie is still bitching.
Katie, stop reading. Spoilers!!

Sorry, River Song.

Damn right.

Abi's now being a bitch by describing bacon sandwiches.
Fairly hilarious, actually.
Mmmmm, bacon.
May have to start greeting everyone with "Hello, Sweetie."
Really wish people would QUIT READING OVER MY SHOULDER, YOU WHORE.
Do not care if it is not technically my shoulder, FUCK THE FUCK OFF.
It had been going so well, without swears or anything.
She is now googling pictures of bunnies.
They ARE adorable.
Fifteen minutes to go.
They aren't even letting us out early because of naffing Ofsted.
Katie says she hates Ofsted.
I agree.
She is demanding I put hates in italics.
Okay.
Hates.
I feel like I have bested her.
She doesn't like hares.
Anyway, during Socio, an Ofsted bloke spent the entire time staring at me.
I may have got aggravated, and stared back, like when people look at my brother weird in supermarkets.
THAT'S a long story, mostly to do with Hawaiian shirts and socks up to his thighs.
Abi is complaining about her work load.
She can fuck off.
It is both raining and sunny at the same time.
It's pretty.
KATIE.
SERIOUSLY.
SPOILERS.
No-one likes you.
I like you Katie don't worry...
That was Abi.
I have decided her opinion doesn't count.
Katie says this is because she is ginger.
She is VERY ginger.
Katie feels that it is hypnotic.
No, wait, she's talking about the hares.
Never mind.
Abi says fair play.
I'm going to stop taking requests now.
ARGH.
Ten minutes to go.
Both staring over my shoulders.
Signing off now to go and start digging the graves.
TTFN XXXXX