Week ending 25th of April...

Monday bloody monday...
I was 20 minutes late for work today. I was laying on my bed and staring at the TV screen for at least half an hour. I don't really know what they were talking about but TV is like a flame to me, I just stare it and I stop functioning... It doesn't matter which program is on I can stare at anything - "watch" would be actually paying attention, I just stare... I guess it is because I haven't had a TV for a while.
Ok so weekend is over. I left work on Thursday early because Chris had come over to spend the weekend with me. The silly boy had gotten drunk on wednesday evening and somehow ended up in London at 10am on Thursday morning. He apparently missed me so much (aw how sweet) and all he had with him was... uhm... nothing really... I even had to lend him a shirt and clean socks because he had none with him (I offered underwear as well but he wasn't to keen on the idea of wearing girls pants...).
So on Friday I got the devils invention from the post (i.e. TV) - it looks really nice. It's 20" Samsung HD LCD TV. We hooked it up with everything and well end up getting a bit frustrated because the tiny indoor aerial I had didn't really pick up any signals even though it was "made for freeview". Ended up taking it back to Argos on the same day and bought a new one (along with other stuff and a trip to IKEA). Can watch TV now!!!
Well, all in all we had a great weekend that had its ups and downs. I can't wait for everything to be normal and be able to do normal stuff that ordinary couples do (Like go to movies or to a restaurant to have a dinner). I am a bit tired of being the person who pulls the strings on what to do for the simple fact that I am the one who has a bit of money. I know everything will be so much better in the future, I just need to be patient.
But anyway... on Saturday night we went to see stand up comedy in Islington. The show was ok I guess, 2 female comedians... wtf is up with that? They were ok but not mind blowingly funny like some I have seen. After that we stayed there for a few drinks and Chris started talking to this couple that really started to piss me off after about 30 minutes of sitting at the table and being completely ignored. They were mainly talking about army and stuff that I had no idea of. I hardly could hear anyone and as a foreigner (even though my english is pretty good) hearing people is quite essential to being able to be part of a conversation. Usually people have the common courtesy to include everyone to a conversation, especially if someone is very apparently out of it, but this was not the case at all this time. I concentrated on drinking my vodka orange juice and getting annoyed. I actually didn't think of it until Chris mentioned it, but the stupid whore (excuse my french) was hitting on Chris right under my eyes and her boyfriend's as well. I noticed at one point that she had pulled her hair down all sexy like - I naturally thought it was for her boyfriend. But now that I think about it, she did come sit very close to Chris and just talked to him like there was no one else in the bar. Apparently she had put her hand on Chris' knee as well... lucky for her I didn't see it because no one messes with my man! At one point I got enough of it and said that it was time for us to go - we had a bit of an episode on our way to the tube stop but all was well in the end. We ended up going to a local pub in Stratford which really made my heart melt. There was a Karaoke night and no one looked like the posh people we saw in the center earlier. I loved it and I will definately be going back there sometime.
Sunday came and Chris had to leave back to the earthy colours of the British military. After buying the emergency morning after pills ( ;x lol) from the Boots (expensive shit btw... might want to keep using the alternative method...) we said goodbyes at Stratford station. I hate goodbyes so much because I would cry even if I was saying bye to a person I don't even care about (let alone someone I do really care about!). Well, I have become pretty good with that though... it's like... when guys think of ham sandwiches during sex ( :P ) I think of something similar when saying goodbyes so I don't cry.
Oh why we said goodbye? Well, Chris will be gone for a looooong time (at least in my standards) and I won't be even able to call him in the evening to say good night.
Anyway, I need to go find a bank now (lol, I am at Canary Wharf in London that basically has nothing but banks....) I shall write something more maybe tomorrow.
*hugs*