A Chris-in-the-morning inspired blog. Somewhere I can hypothesis on human nature and narrate my own journey of self discovery. That sounds so cheesy! Basically somewhere that I can just spill out the contents of my head.

 
Well, I got an email yesterday from Mark, he wanted everyone to list what group stuff they would be bringing into the house. I felt so terrible, the best I could do was knives can opener and plastic storage stuff. Mark's also bringing a toasted sandwich maker and electric jug Ivan with his fridge. Hmph.
My bed still hasn't arrived at the furniture place (it was supposed to be there by the end of the year), so I called them. It's coming in between next monday and thursday. Yay! Queen bed for me. I freaked my mum out good when we were looking at the bed. It's kind of like a metal sleigh bed so it's got a bit along the bottom right. I was saying how you'd have to be careful where you put it in a room because if there were 2 people in the bed and one was against the wall and they wanted to get out it'd be difficult trying to climb over the rail, or they'd have to climb over the other person. She looked at me and said "Hang on hang on. This would have to depened on there 2 people in the bed!" Oops. I just need a matress and sheets for the bed now. I already have 2 duvets and we bought another pillow the other day. I think I have a bit of a cusion fetish, I had about 5 cusions at the end of last year no counting my tri pillow and the pillow I nicked from the halls and then I bought another one just before Christmas. But it's so cool. It's got a cover like those silk Chinese dresses. mmmm smooth. It's weird I'm focusing so much on the bed. But I just feel like it's going to be the most important part of my room. No! Not for_those_reasons, but I spend so much time on my bed. I sit there and work I know I should use a desk and I lie there to watch t.v and read and of course there is the boyfriend_but_that's only part of the reason.
I'm also starting to worry about the cooking. I don't know who I'll be cooking with. Not Ivan I hope. I couldn't handle two nights a week trying to cook with Ivan. I guess I'll be able to handle eating his cooking, but trying to cook something decent and healthy ('cause I see that that's going to be up to me the healthy part anyway) with Mr 'I don't eat vegetables and everything has to be fried if it can claim the name food'. And everybody is going to have different ideas about what they eat. Damian doesn't like spicy stuff (he once called a McChicken burger too spicy) and he won't eat chicken off the bone. Todd is allergic to seafood and has to have chicken cooked very well (but that's okay because he got food poisoning from halls chicken last year and lost a lot of wieght- he didn't have a lot to start with). I'm worried that they're not going to like the food I'm used to cooking at home. Oh well.
posted by Megan at 12:13 AM