Long weekend this weekend, had a pretty good time as well. Looked after the parents house for the weekend, didnt really have big drinks or anything this time much to my parents shock. Mum walked around for a bit then came over to where I was sitting, “the house is clean…”
“yup”
“didn’t you have people round?”
“oh yea but there was only 3 of us”
“hmph” *suspicious looks*.

She looked disappointed at the lack of broken glasses, beer bottles in the garden, and cigarette smell inside. Maybe I’m getting old. Or better at hiding it. Crap I owe her a bottle of wine, I’ve just remembered…

I stayed there last night as well, thought I might as well, I couldn’t be bothered packing up my shit and heading back to Petone. My parents have been talking about getting a new puppy, a Bernese Mountain dog which are massive dogs, kinda like New Foundlands. Naturally I’m so excited about this.. when they get the pup I decided I was moving home again. I love dogs and I deffinatly want to be this ones mum :)

Well yea that was the plan until this morning. When Dad kept coming in this morning to tell me the time. “Its 7.30am… its 8am…”
“I HAVE A DAMN CLOCK THANKYOU”
“WHY DON’T YOU JUST GET OUT OF BED YOU’LL BE LATE FOR WORK”

There is one rule at my flat, one rule that goes unspoken, we all just know it exists and respect it.

No one talks to each other in the morning.

No one especially walks into each others room in the morning. The only communication is me saying “Bligh” outside his bedroom and getting a grunt in responce. This way I know hes home so I don’t turn the alarm on and lock up the house. My parents have always known that talking to me in the morning is generally Not A Good Idea, yet they can’t help themselves. I suddenly remembered that if I do move back home, I’ll be harrased every 10minutes about what the time is, and that I’ll be late, and do I want breakfast?

Rethinking the moving home plan.

There was something else I wanted to bitch about… oh yea. My love life or lack of. I swear I have the worst luck/timing/taste in the world. Usually this kind of thing doesn’t bother me, I’ve always been sweet with being single… I dunno lately I’m just wondering where the hell I constantly go wrong. Decided I’m just going to go back to being a hermit for a bit, can’t be bothered trying. Aww look, shes all emo again.