Over the past 3 years (is it really that long?) it doesn’t really feel as though much has changed – but I guess it has. In precis my time since last posting has gone as follows:

-I met a lovely american boyfriend in Oxford and called him Brett

-I got to wear a silly hat and was given a piece of paper saying that I finished a degree

-I moved to London town with the bf

-I got a job in London town

-I decided to move to the USA with the lovely boyfriend

-Decided not to move the the USA after they said they didn’t want me *sniff*

-My mum got married and moved house

-Brett got bonked on the head wearing a silly hat

-I met the bfs american parents

-My sister finally moved out of mum’s house

However, it essentially feels as though I’ve spent the last 2 years sitting in the flat or at work doing not much really. I have an okay job as a researcher for FremantleMedia – though I have to involve myself in horrible things like The X Factor and Britain’s Got Talent and American Idols (Oh, and Take Me Out, eurgh). I have a…pension?! How did that happen?

In bigger news my mum got married!!! Yay! And the wedding was lovely – I walked her down the aisle and everyone cried all day with joy… So much joy! She got married in Beaconsfield registry office to the sounds of non-religious music. Apparently if the original intent of the music was religious then the state cannot use it in a wedding service (what bollocks!), so having no back-up we frantically had to search for alternatives. I walked my mum down the aisle to what sounded like backgroundy lift music. Maybe that’s why people were crying?

I’ve just returned from the big ol’ US of A. Me and Brett went for Christmas and I got to meet his parents for the first time. They are lovely, his brothers were lovely, his aunts and uncles and cousins and nieces and nephews and step variations thereof were all lovely. And my stomach is now the size of a small air ship.

And…finally having lived together for two years and with Brett’s visa soon to expire we will be applying for a non-married partner visa so he can stay in the UK, with a view to naturalising. He’s got himself a training contract with the silly law firm Slaughter and May so we are pretty set to stay here now – although this involves me being the only breadwinner for 12 months whilst he does his GDL! The selfish arse.

Maybe the US will happen another day.

And that’s a selected version of my life for the last three years. If anyone feels like visiting do just pop on over above the World’s End pub Camden Town.

Ta ta.

I don’t really know where to begin so I’m just going to dive straight in to my most recent endeavours. Hopefully I’m going to get a job with NHS  Professionals (I applied this week) as a Community Care Worker for Oxford and Buckinghamshire Mental Health Trust, which if I get will be fandabidozie. Might help me get on the MRes course in Cognitive Neuroscience I want to do when I graduate, so here’s hoping.

Working backwards here – Christmas has been okay though I have hardly seen anyone from school (I saw Ellen/Laura/Steph once). Mainly been out in London or in Oxford or for the majority of the time sleeping in my lovely bed. Spent New Year in Oxford, too.

The first semester went absolutely amazingly. I LOVE MY COURSE. I understand statistics now, too, which is a miracle for me – I get exam results next week and they all went really really well so I’m hoping for a good mark. But you never know with these things really :S

What else have I been doing? Oh yeah, I finally joined some societies, namely LGBT and Psychology. Haven’t been to any of the things they do yet but my lecturer keeps pestering me to go to psychscoc so I may just well get involved in such things. And house-hunting. Jesus it’s complicated. I’m glad it’s the last time I have to do it because trying to find a compromise between 5 people is not easy (though I have negotiated a double bedroom, hoorah =D).

I also applied for work experience with some psychology dude over the summer, which will mean I get to go around loads of prisons and see mentally dangerous people. What fun it shall be!

Anway, I’m bored of typing.

Hope you’re all good.