Purple Realm

Had my first assessment for potential therapy about ten days ago. Had homework to do and have a follow-up. We'll see if I'm "ready". The place was a good 4 miles away so we took a cab there with the aim of walking back with a route from Google Maps.
The four mile walk back pretty much doubled as we were misled and got a little lost. But it was nice to walk together and certainly there weren't many people where we were, really.
Anyway, I photographed a couple of things at the earlier stages in our walk.
We saw a weird thing on the other side of one of the roads and couldn't tell what the hell it was, some kind of animal or something, either way it was odd. So we crossed over to find the fattest, calmest pigeon ever:
It just sat there while I took a few photos, once just swivelling an eye to stare at me really creepily Fat bastard.

We also got to see the almost-complete Hindu temple that they've been building for four years:

My photo doesn't really show all the intricacies of the work, but it really is quite something to see.
We went to quite a lot of places, but as time went on things got a bit more stressful and photos weren't really on the brain any more. Still, if I see anything else and we both feel okay, then there may be more of the walk back next visit.

We've both actually been physically down with colds and whatnot. Mik was really fluey and then all of a sudden I got the worst throat pain I've ever had (and I've had acute tonsilitis many a time) and found myself without a wink of sleep and in pain no matter what I tried and every time I swallowed or breathed I really did try everything and had been in tears with the bastard thing so much poor Mik had to drag himself out to the pharmacy with me to find a remedy. £6 for a tiny spray later I was pissed that it alleviated it for about 5 seconds, and I was only allowed to use it once every 2 hours.
Once I managed to actually use it CORRECTLY before bed, however, I slept and woke able to function again. Bunged up, still sore, sounding awful, yes, but the feeling of someone constantly rubbing sandpaper all down my throat was gone. We're still trying to recover, it's going pretty well.

I got some more dye for my hair. I knew that ashy tones cooled down red tones in hair, and it was my plan to permanently dye it a really cool (tone, not awesome) ash blonde to rid my hair of all brassy tones before dyeing it a final time in a colour most like my roots. Well, not only did I inadvertently buy non-permanent, it came out a muddy-dishwater brown:
Don't be fooled by the fucking lighting, either. It's very bright tube lights and camera flash, and in reality it's fucking nasty. And it seems to be staying more than it should. I'mma dye it ONE MORE FUCKING TIME in a week or two and if that doesn't sort it out, then fuck it
Not only that, but I my cool hair cut has grown out and now I have the hair of a tweenage boy I hate my damn hair.

I've asked people around me not to mention Mojo. And yet, they keep on doing it.. "Oh, so-and-so dead cat, but it's worse for you, isn't it, cause you don't know if she's hurt or dead somewhere or what!" Yeah, thanks. She's gone. End of story. In my happier moments I would like to believe she's found another family (which is entirely possible, I know my damn cat better than anyone) so we'll just leave the worrying to my dark hours without any aid.

This has turned into a rant. So I may as well get the rest of it out; I met my new psych. I don't like her. She'snot awful, but she treated me as though I'ma an idiot. There's making sure your patient has the right info and treating them as if they can't do anything on their own. Fuck off. Good thing is though, she's pretty much just leaving me to it as far as seeing me is going, and possible therapies and shit. She only wants to see me 4 times a year and is happy with my current avenue of possible therapy. She says if I'm not eligible there are plenty of other things to choose from. Hopefully CHOOSE is the operative word. /rant

I've got a lot more people to buy for this Christmas - some are kinda obligatory, most are optional and all are certainly wanted by me. I love to buy people stuff Anyway, I came up with an idea: Token gifts. You know, small, trinkety, yes-they-cost-little but even-more-thought-went-into-them-because-of-limitations things. I'm scarily behind schedule, too. I don't just want to get any old thing, but the price is very low. My eyes are always open though and I've picked up whatever I thought suitable that I could.
On that note, EVERYONE that is on my friends list needs to supply me with their mailing address, if they're comfortable doing so.
Shit probably won't arrive for Christmas as postage costs and shizz are another thing to consider among the fact that I need to FIND stuff I think worthy within budget, but the token gift thing applies as much to you guys as family. Cause you ARE family. Mmmkay? So, addresses in my PM folder, puhlease.
Just don't expect stuff until next year and don't expect anything good. Just cause I think it's quite apt for you (and believe you me, I will call that into question in panic-attack form many times) doesn't mean you'll like it. Oh, and quantity and stuff will differ; sometimes I find a mega bargain. Don't get jealous.

A'ight, Mik's playing Arkham City and I wanna have a little nap cause I'm still coldy, I've barely slept the last few days and I've been mega-active all morning.

Stuff I'm currently into
Kickflares.
Yup, I like these a lot. You know how stores do "seasons" of clothing? This pisses me off. I find something I'll most likely want a few of over time and I find it right as it it's selling out for good. And ASDA suck for sizing. The stuff's either too big or too small. I got my normal size in these and they were far too big. I had to keep jumping in the air and pulling upward every few minutes. Luckily I managed to order some in a size down. Since then there are only 2 sizes left in the black, one of them is the one I need. I'm considering getting some more while I can.

Akitas.
More precisely, the Akita belonging to Dawnie, but I have no photo. He's six months old, huge, grey with a black stripe and the most gorgeous dog ever. I want to steal him.

Berry Berry Soleros.
How the fuck do they do it? They're magicians. Here you have a huge ice cream. I mean, huge. It's 99 calories and just 1 gram of fat. 17 grams of sugar, but that's not all that bad. And it's my favourite wrapped ice cream ever. I'd eat it even if it wasn't so good nutritionally.

Cardio.
I ignore the digital trainer lady and just keep hitting that cardio. You do have to take longer sessions than you think though, because a 45 minute session only gets your heart pumping for 25-30 minutes. The rest is too slow, stretching or rest periods. Still, it's fun. Not too sure about that "calories burned" thing at the end of each session though. It seems a bit wrong, and I've researched that. But is it really that important? No.

Stuff that's been happening
Mental health services around here suck ass. Honestly. The most recent example is that the psych makes me go to the doc for a referral for a one-on-one CBT course thingy. I go, I get referred. What does that entail? Making sure my mobile number's correct and being told I will get called eventually to arrange it. (The referral was two weeks ago.) Hmmm. So... I have no idea what will happen, when it will happen, et cetera. Fine...

We've been going to Mums a bit more lately. She'd become afraid of going out alone, or even further than the village just up the road from her home. This was worrying me. She used to go out, alone, all over the place many times in a week but had since dropped to once a week, if that, accompanied. I think I helped okay, because she's going out to the village alone now and we walked a very long way together to a place we hadn't been in ages and she loved it. She has very little confidence and I try to help as best I can. I think it's working. I hate to see her suffer. I won't rest until she gains some self-worth. Don't get me wrong - she's a very capable lady. But when it comes to self-achievement, she has no sense of it.

I miss my Dad. I don't get to see him much, but I have taken to calling him and my little sister at least once a fortnight, even if it's just awkward. (I'm not a good conversationalist, even with people I know well. Awkward to the end.)

I think I've kinda been pushing it a bit lately. Correction - me, Mik and mum know it. I'm not sleeping much and we've been into the city a lot lately. It's starting to take its' toll, so I'm taking the rest of the week easy. I'm not throwing the last two years down the drain by being foolish. Nor will I worry the two of them. I won't be too lax either, though.

Stuff I've had enough of
Chocolate cereal. I hate this stuff. It's one of the many buttons I have that should not be pushed. Chocolate is not suitable for cereal. For that matter, neither is frosting or sugar coated shit. Not cool.

People sniffing. I know, colds are prevalent at the moment and your nose is too blocked. But SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! It's so fucking irritating.

Our upstairs neighbour. I hate him so freaking much. He's always noisy. Stomping, shouting, loud music, tv so loud you'd think he was deaf... I dunno why he's so loud. We've talked to him before and he's had no problems hearing.

The road outside our flat. Yeah, I get it, you're in a rush. So is everyone else in a vehicle on this road. Here's a suggestion, dumbass - take one of the two adjacent roads. It's not difficult. You know what is difficult? Driving an ambulance down the correct side of the road when you've decided you'l illegally pull out onto the wrong side. And then not move to let the ambulance through. You know what else? Driving on the pavement isn't really acceptable either.

The parcel postie. Our normal letter postman is lovely. I know him quite well. The parcel postie, however, keeps leaving packages outside our door. Communal hallway, four storeys. 11 other flats in our section. I log into the tracking site for my jeans this morning and find they're down as delivered. Having experienced a delivery where they'd marked it as delivered early, I waited for two hours. Then decided to just have a look outside the door. Oh, behold - my package. Nice. Douchebag.

Stuff that marks the end of this post
The fact that I can't think of anything else to say.
The fact I'm sick of typing.
The fact that this turned into a very strange assortment of stuff.

Ha, I said "junk" *giggles*

Ahem. Well, I can't be bothered to divide up my ramble with smileys, so deal with it .

There's actually nothing particularly noteworthy in events to report, but that's not really new, is it? Gran came to see us on Friday, and that, of course, was fun. I made a batch of chocolate pretzels especially for that visit, and she loved them.
She also made me watch the second Twilight film.
Eh. Now, she loves Twilight very much, so I will sit through the movies and discuss the books. It brings her a lot of happiness. But... I'm glad the movie ended... Eventually .

Friends. Hm. I've let a few go. Not since my last notifier, so don't worry. But some didn't seem to realise it until recently.
I feel a little bad, sure. But I'm not gonna be guilted into feeling terrible. Who sees and does not see my friends only posts is my jurisdiction, and if I feel uncomfortable with certain people then it's neither my nor their fault. It's just how it is and that's that.

Another friend issue, a lot of them are away. Some seem to be indefinite, others pop in when they can. It's not a problem, but sometimes you have to wonder if they're okay. But we're all adults here (some moreso than others) and that's online life for you. And offline, actually. Their worlds revolve around themselves just as ours revolve around us. *shrugs*

Personal kinda stuff, well, things are... Eventful. We'll leave it at that.

I'm not loving the way kids are elongating words online. In fact, it really annoys me. Stuff like "oh yeahhhh that was reallyyyy funny lol" and variants of. The ones that bug me the most are words ending with e. It goes on forever, like "are you talking to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?"
I mean, come on. You want to seem stoned or something? It'd be more convincing if you tried to eat your fucking keyboard.

I've given up with trying to deter the sad lonely male population of MyOpera. I've tried everything. My about page specifies my relationship status and my contentment within it. I've ranted. And hey, take a look to the right of the page (or the bottom if you're a phonie). That picture was selected for its' silliness in particular. But, no. Not deterring. Still, doesn't take long to click to refuse a request. The persistent ones get blocked. Easy .

My favourite Spongebob pyjama bottoms have a tiny hole in the leg .

On that note, I'm almost always in a combination of Spongebob and Hello Kitty attire lately. How Mik can even look at me I don't know .

Ooh, total food craving of this particular time has got to be cheese-topped soft white bread rolls. Asda sell them, and while they're not the healthiest thing, they're so, so soft and delicious with tomato soup.

We got season 3 of 30 Rock last week. Very funny. One of my favourite tv shows. It's really something you either get or don't get, though, it seems.

Ok, I'm bored now. Whatever's left of my friend list may go about their lives once more.
Whoever's not on it, thanks for reading. (And regulars, you've been officially spotted thanks to my more bored days where I like to correlate random data together.)
Or something. That either made me sound clever or stupid. Possibly both.
Eh. *leaves*