I can't wait to leave. I'm excited, and just a little scared.So much is happening right now, so much that confuses me and that I don't fully understand. The housemate's pissing me off some, he's being a bit of a twat to be honest. He's got his girlfriend at home with the kids most night and while they're both nice enough kids I'm getting quite sick of it to be quite honest. I'd had enough by Saturday night, I'm sick of being woken at night by a screaming baby and when it gets to 9pm on a saturday night and the 3 year old girl is screaming her face off (surely she should be in bed by then?) when all I want to do is sit on the sofa with a big fat glass of wine to get pissed on, enough is enough. I went mad and he made out that I was the one who'd done wrong. I don't understand why they can't go to her house, it's bigger and it means they wont be sharing a room with 2 kids at night. That can't be bad, can it?
I woke up wthis morning and went downstairs to make my breakfast and SHOCK HORROR! a brand new tub of butter (bloody posh stuff it was too) has gone missing as has the rest of the tub I had open. We have a butter theif! I woke up everyone (I didn't care that it was 6:30) and demanded and explanation and no-one's said anythung yet. I'm not bothered about people using some of my food... just not all of it, and not when I need it the next morning, and I'd especially appreciate it if they could admit to it.
So, I'm very bloody glad I'm leaving soon.

I've started university this week and it's GREAT! It's great having something to do with my time and it's great learning new things and having freedom and all that. It's kind of like a new start for me, new career hopefully, I'm trying to quit the drugs and I'll be moving very soon. It's like a part reinvention, no more shared-house party animal girl, I'm going to be clean but still have a good time, like where I live, like who I live with and I'm going to make the most of it.

He comes home on Friday morning, I'll be with him by saturday and I'm so damn excited. Although we don't talk as much at the moment, it's making the heart even fonder and I just miss him so much that it hurts sometimes. I'm scared about being with him (I hope it happens) while he's out there again, and I wont see him from early October to the middle of January but it's something I'll have to deal with and if we work hard it'll work.

Anyway... It's breakfast time and then off to psychology. How exciting!