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Even my blog is lonely. I don't have a single comment.
I have 2 lives. Two completely separate, all consuming lives. I have the life of a partner, lover and friend. Mother to my beautiful son, great friend, hostess and organiser. This life I love. I feel happy and complete in this life. Then I have my life as a single person. Mother to my son. Member of the "mothers club", wondering if Im there because people feel sorry for me. It's like I have 2 sets of friends, one for each life. Both don't seem interested in crossing into the parrallel universe that I seem to live in. Some seem to think that when Adam is away, Im also away. I don't exist unless it's for Adam. Other's think that when Adam is here, that I don't want for anything but him. It's a lonely existence having 2 lives. The transition from one to another is difficult. I have to go from either having my own space, my own things, to sharing - or from sharing everything and thinking of another, to having all to myself, and thinking of no-one. It's difficult to put one life on hold for another. There's no consitency.
I got into Uni!!!! *insert emu dance here* Im so excited I actually shed actual tears!! I have attempted to get into Uni four years in a row and by golly Im in (did I actually just write by golly, grandma). Im going to be studying nursing which should take about 6 years doing it part time. It's funny because you have these dreams of careers you'de like to have, but like dreams, they never happen - but this did.
On friday night I went out with the girls to a localish pub to celebrate my birthday. We sat out on the balcony eating and drinking and gossiping, as chicks do. Anyway, I felt like I was starting to hit a wall so we decided to join the rest of the locals inside the pub who seemed to be going at it full force. The one and only single girl immediately started chatting up blokes whilst we sat and watched. It was a pretty good night! Anyway, the pub shut at 1.00am (WTF?) so I was standing there with 4 other friends waiting for the 5th and 6th friend to wrap it up with some bloke with dreads, when a 'situation' occured. It went a little something like this.
Today is my birthday. Im 22. I must say, Im quite happy to leave 21 behind, not because it was a bad year, it was quite a good year. Uneventful, but good. No Im glad to leave 21 because now I am entering the mature age of the 20's. No longer do people offer me a West coast wine cooler at the pub, but they might order me a vodka and lime. I don't have to be embarassed when ordering rasberry flavoured vodka cruisers (aka spread your legs juice for teens) because it's a CHOICE now, not a neccessity for a youth who can't handle her acohol. Now my fiancee (pfft) doesn't have to feel embarrassed that he's a dirty cradle snatcher looking for a 'girl' under the effects of the juice for teens previously mentioned!! I am a woman!! I am a recpected woman in her 20's!! Twenty two. Mature. Stable.
Money always burns a hole in my pocket. It's my birthday next week so I recieved some money from my parents early because they left to go overseas. The day I get it - I spend it. Now I don't even really like what I bought, but the money just wouldn't have survived in my pocket for more than a day!
These questions were borrowed.
Even my shittin' blog hates me. It logged me out for ages and I couldn't get in. It OBVIOUSLY didn't realise that I can get in via outside sources. YEAH! (I just stuck my finger up at the screen.......).