Fuzzy Jam......

I am almost deffinately addicted to this blog malarkey! I just cannot seem to tear myslef away. On the plus side, at least it deters me from checking my Facebook account for twenty minutes or so. What is it with that bloody Facebook? I hadn't even had much to do with it until I came to University, and now, everyday I'm getting messages saying "Someone has tagged you in a photo" or "Take the What Famous Criminal Would You Be quiz"! I wouldn't mind, but it seems all the photographs I am tagged in are ones I have no recollection of being taken. Crazy photo's of me and random people I don't even know, or attemping some insane pose while gripping tightly to a bottle of vodka. Ludacris. And whats with these god-awful quiz's I find myself completing? I know they are just time-wasters, but then I get strangely excited when the result says "You are hot & sexy!" or "You are a party-girl!". Sad isn't it!? But I'm sure amny of you reading this do the same thing. Anyway, it's bad enough me being on Facebook, let alone having to discuss it on my blog. So thats quite enough of that.
So... last night. Las night was a nice night. Had a phonecall off my Nan & Granddad back home. Asking the all important questions such as "Are you warm enough?", "Do you have enough food? Your not starving are you?" and the ultimate "Are you OK for money?". I wish I had the (black) heart to say "No, no i'm terribly skint and can't even afford to put £1.80 in the washing machine!" but I can't. Plus, if I told her I was this skint she'd never sleep at night. So I just pretend everything is hunky dorey! Ha! Well, I guess it is, just not on the fundage side of things.
I didn't do much after the phone call. Just got roped into watching some crappy film Monkey wanted to watch. It was so old I think I may have seen a dinosaur strolling past in the background. But, on the plus side, he made me a gorgeous tea again. Steak and chips. Steak cooked to perfection. Yum! I may aswell hang my apron and chef's hat up now, I never get a look in where the kitchen is concerned. I think he secretly likes to cook. So I let him get on with it. Who wouldn't? He does a good job. If I cooked we'd probarbly both starve. I either undercook or overcok everything. Its a waste of time and good food to let me cook. Anyone who has ate my food would tell you!
Talking of food, Monkey is trying to make me eat breakfast at the moment. I'm not a breakfast person at all. I hate it infact. I hate cereal, toast and any other breakfast food items. Apart from a bacon sarnie of course, but you can't go eating those every morning. So, I thought this morning would be the morning I got myself to like toast. I only would eat toast though with lots of butter and a smear of strawberry jam, or its like eating the dryest part of the Sahara. So, I toasted my bread an absolute treat. Buttered it all up, reached for the jam only to find smal green fuzzy mould hairs growing on top of it. Well, I could of screamed. Nothing ever went mouldy at home, now everywhere I look things are going out of date and mouldy. Milk, bread, cheese...! All the usual suspects. But JAM? JAM going mouldy? Thats just ridiculous! So, it was just plain 'ole buttered toast for me! Yuk! Never again am I eating breakfast. Not after this mornings let down. No Sir!
Before I started to write this, I actually tidied my room. Yep, that's right! I hoovered and polished too! Monkey is at his monday workshop, whereas I have Mondays off. So I thought to waste some time I would have a bit of a spring clean. The place looks spiffing if I may say so myself. Makes me actually want to be in here, unlike usual where you can't put your foot on the floor for fear of standing on a rat attracted by the month old food scattered about the floor!
Well, I'd love to stay chatting to you about all this nonsense, but suprisingly I have a life to live! Ciao x