Friday, 29 May 2009

Can't hurt can it?!

Just got home at last from the most tiresome day I've had in a long time!

I started back at work today, the first day there in over a year. A LOT of new faces, but apart from that nothing seems to have changed. It was just like putting on an old pair of shoes - they've already been worn in, they're comfy and they'll never really change.

Then it was off to the park with a friend I haven't seen for around 4 years. Time to enjoy the sun, throw grass at each other and play connect four on a touch phone! Bliss :)

After a meal with family and close friends its off to the girlie's house for some good catch up time and a glass of coke in front of the TV before coming home to finally see these flowers I had delivered yesterday.

...What can I say?

They're beautiful. And no matter how much my girlfriends tell me its a bit OTT and stalkerish I can't help but listen to my guy mates who all think its mega sweet and a totally unexpected thing for a boy to do. Things like this only happens in the movies?!

Then there is the smile that won't go away every time the bright big bunch of flowers catch my eye. They didn't come cheap!

This is the first time anyone has ever brought me flowers like this. And the note is quite sweet. So one date couldn't hurt right? It may be time to reply now. I think I've made him wait long enough :)

"How about Wednesday?" ... "I think Wednesday would be lovely."

Thursday, 28 May 2009

A little unusual...

Isn't it amazing how quickly your mood can change. This morning I was depressed about going home and leaving my uni friends behind for three months, and now I'm experiencing a strange mixture of confusion, freaked-out-ness and kinda, smilely-ness!

About two hours ago I recieved a phone call which quite literally changed my whole mood for the rest of the day and right now I'm still working my way through the stages of this shock!

The call was from a local florist at home to say that they had delivered some flowers for me at my work but I wasn't there... I don't have a job. They must have the wrong person. But no. I do have a job. My first shift is tomorrow and already I probably have the name as the girl who recieved flowers on the wrong day! How embarrasing!! haha

The flowers were from a guy, asking me on a date. Great. Something that only happens in films right?

After going through the initial shock and the 'omg i have a stalker' thoughts I have now accepted that in fact this may have actually been a very sweet gesture from a boy who does just want to take me out on a date.

What I can't wrap my head around is WHY?!

And I think thats the thought that bugs me the most. I don't understand how I could possibly be that much of an interest to ANYONE for them to ask me on three dates and then send me flowers at work just to ask me on a date AGAIN because the other three days hes suggested I'm already busy.

So is it sweet or stalkerish?

For now I haven't made up my mind but I am leaning more towards the sweet side at the moment. Time will tell I guess...

Beginning of the end or end of the beginning?

Sitting in my friends bedroom as she packs all her things away to move home and I'm suddenly hit with this strong sense of emptiness. Its been a truly amazing 8 months and I wouldn't change it for the world. I've made some amazing friends and experienced so many things I never thought I would. Some good, some not so good. There have been times I'd rather forget. Times that have shaped me and times that have broken me just a little bit more than I already was.

I haven't been whole in a long time.

And seeing my friends all pack up their belongings and move back to the millions of places around the country where they come from just makes me realise how much these amazing people have glued me back together recently. They are my saviours. These are the people who have fed and watered me, laughed with me when I needed to laugh and cried with me when I needed to cry. They are the people who have talked with me when I needed it and sat in silence when I have nothing else to say. These people are truly amazing and I cannot believe how much I am going to miss them all.

So for the next three months I am going to live without my saviours. Without the people who for the past eight months have glued me back together. But I am going to do my best not to let the glue disappear because I'd very much like to be fixed now, permanently.