The very mysterious incident of the bin bag in the night

So I have finally finished my (second) degree.  Done, dusted, vamoosed!  In fact over the last few weeks some big changes have happened.

I have gone from not having a car to having a car (and consequently crashing said car into a curb at 40mph having been staring at the gears when trying to put it into reverse...numpty) and thus dented the wheel, followed by having to get an urgent kick start to my car when the battery completely failed to started at all.  I mean I know I'm lazy, but not to turn on when asked, that's just pure laziness...

In that last few weeks I have also finished the last few legs of my course.  To be honest with you I'm still shattered over it.  It's like some never ending blanket of tiredness that just can't be eradicated, no matter now much I sleep or lie around.

However, the greatest thing was that I now have a job.

Yes I hated the course.

I hated the teaching.

I certainly hated the planning.

And I don't really like the children.

But I have a job as a teacher.

What is more shame faced is the bold lie I told in front of 215 something kids when I was asked 'did I always want to be a teacher?'.  While my brain screamed NO! YOU STILL DON'T! My face did this oddly thing and creased into a smile, and my mouth opened, my tongue  moving and the words came out 'Yes, I always did'...Oooh the lies!

But yush I now have a job.  I have a job that is going to lead to another yeah of paramount exhaustion, of no life, and possibly kids with snot dripping from their nostrils..

When I was there for interview there was nothing quite like feeling 'well these aren't my kids'.  Because I have got sooo accustomed to those I'm currently teaching, that I do actually (and unbelievably) miss them.  I just won't miss the work load...

So yes that's my life for the last few weeks, and that holiday to Majorca which I never did get the chance to come back to, is ever approaching :)

But about the mysterious bin bag I hear you calling?  Having scanned the text and heard no word of it so far..

Well yes, as I was driving home, I swerved to miss, not only my dad's car, but a black cat.  Or so I thought.  Getting up close with the lights on I noticed it wasn't a black cat but a black bin bag.  A black bin bag that suddenly attracted the attention of an enormous fat white cat with brown patches on it's ear.  It was staring at the said bag as much as I did.  A black bin bag, the size of a standard carrier bag, tied up with a yellow elastic band, seemingly dumped in the middle of the road.  This bag must have carried some weight, because in the heavy wind it didn't so much as wave.  And the white cat got off it's bottom and headed over to it, staring and scratching at it, thinking it's going to attack.

Having had a history of interest in serial killers and murderers, what do you think I thought it was?  A severed head.  Abandoned in front of my dad's car in the middle of the night and in the middle of the road.  

However, the next morning I found that it had been pulled to the path and shredded,..it's contents unable to be diagnosed.  So whether there is someone out there missing a head or a few fingers... I'm sorry, the cat got it...  On the other hand, I'm hoping that this was nothing but my vivid imagination and that was just someone's fish and chip papers...

We're going on a summer holiday

Summer needs to get it's butt here now as I have awesomeness planned for it!!

More on this later!

You mean everything to me.

These blog posts are becoming increasingly and unbearably soppy.
Once so bitter and sorrowful, bitten by the hand of the depression.  Now I'm on cloud nine.  I'm so happy.

In the last week I was told I was a natural with the children, that I should become a Year 6 teacher.  I had an interview for a school that chose ME, not me them.  I failed that interview, but having the opportunity was amazing.  Friday saw me getting to see Derren Brown and meeting him AGAIN! Even if he did sign my receipt rather than my ticket...

The weekend was the weekend I spent with him <3 Perfect.  And totally in love.

Only 8 weeks 2 days left until I can officially veg out and resume normality with my normal every day job :)

The beginning of the end

One week down in final place practice.
Seven more teaching weeks to go.
Two weeks of 'enhancement weeks'.
3 days of Uni paperwork.
And I'll be done.
Dusted.
Finito.


Can't wait!
As it is...I must dash lessons lessons lessons...

"Right from the start
You were a thief you stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them"

Thinking about summer gone:

Thinking about how much I hurt someone.

Guilt :(

I never meant to hurt anyone, let alone do that.

Sometimes I am a terrible terrible person...

The good days keep a comin'

Yesterday was my 23rd.

It started as every Saturday does (and in that effect every birthday does).  Me wallowing in my pit, clutching me head (drunk still this time), hand wandering to my boobs and me thinking "Yes, definitely south, skin is definitely more stretchy", and groaning every time my phone whistled another Facebook post, though lacking the energy to knock it onto silent mode.

I was doubly ignorant this time as my uncle and auntie dropped by. *knock knock knock* - "I'm not getting it, someone else will...", *door opens, door shuts, car drives off*.  Oops.  *Goes back to sleep*.

By 11am I staggered out and got ready, found envelopes left on the chair outside of my room.  One was slightly thicker than any other...this excited me - Finally car insurance?  Nope, brothers card was 3D.  But was gorgeous nevertheless.

Swallowed, with great difficulty, my Chip shop dinner before getting together the odds for the Grand National and going to pay for it.  And what a fantastic day it was.  It was oh so sunny!!