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I haven't updated for ages. This is mostly because I'm a lazy tart and have been mostly lazing around and doing what we can cheerfully call Buggar All. Actually, that's not true; I ordered Twilight from t'internet when I got my sister's birthday present and I am slightly ashamed to say that I really enjoyed it. I felt about fifteen throughout the entire read, but did, at one point, have to resist the urge to howl "JUST SLEEP WITH HIM, WOMAN, ~~ONE OF US HAS TO GET SOME!~~"

Uh. Basically, stuff is... well, not the sort of stuff I tend to update about. Grandad's in hospital. I don't really know what to say about that because it's all up in the air at the moment and I'm sort of being a bit of an ostrich about it.

Anyway. Today, I got offered to keep my job over September, with significantly lesser hours - 4-8 hours a week, which is perfect - and I'm quite chuffed that they like me enough. This does mean that I have to make up a really, really convincing lie as to why I'm not going to be there for two weeks when I said I would. Any ideas? All I'm coming up with at the moment is "a raccoon will eat my brain" which is, perhaps, a little silly as we don't have raccoons in this country.

In the much-sooner future, though, is this weekend! I am going officially on the gay scene with Sarah in Glasgow over the weekend, and we're on the guestlist for the opening of a women-only bar. WAHEY. This is awesome for the following reasons:

1. Getting out of St Andrews! I HATE TOURISTS.

2. Seeing Sarah again will be lovely.

3. ALCOHOL AND DANCING LIKE A CRAZY PERSON IS POSSIBLY MY MOST FAVOURITE ACTIVITY. You see, that isn't actually true, but it's been SO LONG since I went out and just danced and drank and had fun (Grad Ball the exception) that I miss it ever so terribly.

4. As people are probably aware, I like women. I like men too, but I've always been rather more a fan of women. Being engaged to a man came as a shock to all. Fairly obviously, that is all over now and I'm willing to let my eyes roam because so help me god, I need to get over this. ~~Also it's been a while.~~ I have no desire to start a relationship at any point in the near future because I... can't bear the thought of putting myself through that again. (I am still fairly comprehensively broken. It is a little pathetic.) But flirting and having fun and just letting myself have a bit of a much-needed self-esteem boost? I've watched people in uni do that and never been envious because I was happy as I was, but I was curious. So now I get to make some tentative footsteps; it should be an interesting aspect to the evening, although I have less than no intention of going out directly to find someone, I'm just going out to have fun and see what happens.

I would rather still be happily engaged to Simon and not have had the last couple of months happened, but I've accepted that it's happened, and I'm moving on. And I can't think of a better way to do it than via a few glasses of wine and DANCING LIKE A CRAZY FOOL.

That got a bit more introspective than I meant it to. Whoops. The important part is Glasgow! Drink! Girls! Etc!