Things Are Looking Up

Hello you beautiful lot.

I've been so busy recently that I've forgotten to write, although I don't think it was actually that long ago. Do you know what..? It might have been a while ago, I actually can't remember. To be perfectly honest I can't remember what I did a few days ago...

Anyway, onto this post. Today I thought I'd write about my exploits in Manchester. Let's start from the beginning, that's usually a good place to start. I'd had a final night out with my favourite people, getting merry on many cocktails, I'd had another tattoo done that day too (I'll talk about that in another post) things where going great. The next day, feeling a bit sick from the previous night, I woke to finish packing everything up, I finally took all of my posters down (which, if you've read my last post, was very sad for me) and all of my kitchen things were packed up ready. My sister and her boyfriend came to get me and my many boxes ready for my new life. As soon as they walked through the door I could see the horror on his face and him thinking "Bloody hell, is all this going to fit in my car???" The answer to that was yes. Eventually. It was like an adult version of Tetris. At this point they had barricaded me into the middle seat. They had literally built a wall of my things around me, I felt very unsafe. (See image below to see how squished I really was). It was funny for the first 20 minutes into the 2 hour car journey, after that my legs started feel numb.

This image does not depict how cramped I really was.

So, after 2 hours of being stuck in a hot car, surrounded by everything I owned, we arrived in Manchester. Once we got to their house it was time to unload. Never in my life have I been so greatful to walk around and stretch my legs. I could have ran a marathon, ok, slight exaggeration there, but you get the gist. Yeah so we unpacked everything and I made myself at home in the spare room (where I am currently writing this post)
I've been here for 3 weeks and lots has happened. I have finally found somewhere to live -Insert Applause and Cheering here- it's private halls and looks super fancy. I'm looking forward to meeting the 3 other people I'll be living with for the next year. It's all very exciting!! I've also made the decision to stretch my ears, not drastically but to 2mm just for a change to go with my newly acquired tattoos and soon to be freshly dyed hair, you'll have to wait and see what colour it's going to be. I feel as though I'm slowly killing my parents with shock as every time they see me something new is added or changed. Since I've returned to the UK (1 year) I have found myself with 2 new piercings, 2 new tattoos and 2 soon to be stretched piercings. I feel dreadfully sorry for them having to put up with my changes. I'm sure I'll make it up to them one day by being painfully boring and normal.

Today, as I write this, it is my dogs 10th birthday. Which is crazy to think that I was just 10 years old when we picked up this scared little puppy out of the back of a horse box. I hope there's many more years to come and I cannot wait to smush his furry little face. 

Being in Manchester is strange. I'll walk in the town center and realise that I won't bump into anyone I know, it's a scary thought. But me and one of my closest friends are planning on me coming back to Nottingham to stay with her for a few days and so we can resume our crazy nights out, which I'm so looking forward too. The great thing about this friend is that we can not talk for ages and then all of sudden have so much to tell each other and it's like we've never been away. To me that's what true friendship is, we've even decided to get matching tattoos eventually. We already have a few matching piercings. She's like a sister to me and it's actually funny because we are basically the same person, and every time we go out someone asks us if we are sisters!! I miss her face so much!! 

I've just realised that there are a lot of pictures in this post. Which is new as I haven't really done a post with pictures in for a long time. I'm not sure if I prefer with or without images. You'll have to let me know.

Anyway, back to the story. I'm going on as if everything has been great, unfortunately it has not. Some things have disappointed me and made me super upset, people have said things that shouldn't have been said. I'm being very cryptic, I'm sorry, I wanted to let you guys know that it's not always hunky dory with me but I won't do into detail. There's no point. My friends and family have helped me through it which is all I really needed.

I have 2 days left before I leave for France for a few weeks. I WILL GET BROWN!!!! That's what I keep screaming at myself. I currently look dead, which is not a good look when you're actually alive. I may have been shopping and I may have bought too many summer clothes.. Maybe... I'm just looking forward to real food and getting fat and brown and basically turning into a pig on a spit roast hahaha... Oh the imagery. Anyway, I think that's enough babbling for one post. I'll keep you updated on my stretching process and I'll probably post about my tattoos soon along with my new hair colour once it's done!! 

Thank you so much for reading, it really does mean a lot to know that so many of you read my posts. And it's strange to think that these posts that you read come from my brain box. Hummm. Anyway, yes. Thank you, thank you.

I love you all so very much.

I hope you'll all be back next time.

Nadia xxx