Instead of using this time in lessons or writing essays, I have been sat here checking out my blog stats. There seems to be someone who is on vista regularly checking out my blog, I'm not sure who, but I guess I'm fairly interesting after all. The fact that 48% of my blog is also viewed on firefox is also interesting, especially as Hayley has recently started using chrome, like me and Mark also do (seriously, firefox has got really slow).
Last night was spent sat at my computer singing along to Christmas songs, and over the weekend the wrapping of presents began with much stroking of my presentation skills and the attention to detail that makes those little things in my crafty life-style extra special. Sadly I ran out of ribbon which means a trip to the shops. The up and coming visit to Southampton with my fabulous Hayley is one thing I definitely am looking forward to this week, possibly with the addition of an Ikea visit to purchase some nifty furniture adjustments for my room making it wholly more guest friendly and tidier.
One thing I've noticed about my life in general these last few months, is that having a tidy room makes my entire life seem much more clean and crisp and simple. It's as if, instead of searching for an answer under a mountain of crap, my answer is sat in plain view. I guess part of that could be with the drastic contrast in the relationships over the past year and not having to wade through, what felt like, mud full of sharp subjects that could derail the peace. To be blunt: I'm no longer in a relationship with a sulky four-year-old but with a man who has no trouble taking on his demons.
I also find myself becoming slightly obsessive in my cleanliness, though this could be a good thing more than a bad one. My desk is the main source of this obsession, anything that shouldn't be there annoys me to such a degree that I must move it. Even plates and mugs get removed daily and my need to use a coaster has become intense. I wonder if the mindset change has been brought about by a new-found want to move out of home and in with Mark, though I know that won't happen for a couple of years, the tidying and maintenance of my own space will help me when it does happen.
Tonight I plan to modify my ceiling. Though I love my danglies it is time to prune them back and dispose of those that have been around so long and grown stale and old. Some of them need re-hanging, some need throwing away, and some need simply to be moved to a new location. I want my room to keep it's quirky charm while adding a sense of style. Let's face it, the ceiling's over-crowded.
I must also admit it's getting to the stage when I need another Hayley night, though with the essay season falling fast upon us, it may not be possible in the next few weeks. I also hope it doesn't snow before the twenty-third of December so that the next instalment of Mark is set off smoothly.
Right, that's enough ramble for now. Later readers.
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