Canadians, Oh My!

This week I have been blessed with a visit from a great Canadian guy named Gord! He has come all the way from Vancouver just to see some of his English friends. He's a great guy, but the accent has grated on me... especially when he says "staaaatus" instead of a chip "status" and his weird pronunciation of "oregano"!

Although, he is taking some great British words away with him, which will hopefully go to some lengths of getting rid of the American and Canadian's habit of decimating the English language and putting new sounds on old words.

So, he is going home with such great words as "path", "wanker", "tosser" and "slapper".

All is good now!

Haha!

Peace out!

The Psycho Becomes More Insane

So, I had a meeting with my psychiatrist yesterday to see how I'm coping with my bipolar. And I came out diagnosed with two more things - emetophobia (the phobia of being sick) and panic attacks. So it wasn't the best day in the world.

I didn't even know the fear of being sick was a real phobia so I've never mentioned it to anyone but my ex before, but now that I know it's a real thing and other people suffer from it, it makes me feel a little better. Not about the being sick, but about the phobia.

I have IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) which gives very unpleasant symptoms on a near day-to-day basis including stomach cramps, nausea and other not so nice things. I've had this since I was 15, when I caught Gastroenteritis. So maybe this has led to my phobia. I don't really know, but it's one of the scariest things I can think of, throwing up, and at the slightest feeling of nausea I get chills and hot flushes, hyperventilate, feel sick and dizzy and shake.

Which led to the diagnosis of panic attacks.

So now the Sane Psychopath is a little less sane and a little more Psycho.

Peace out!

Confessions Of A Sane Psychopath

Ah, I thought this post needed a snazzy title. So, what has been happening since my last post? A lot. I moved into my new three-bed apartment - loving it. It's on the fifteenth floor and the view of Manchester is amazing, especially at night when it's all lit up. I'm liking it here, and for the first time in a long time I'm feeling intensely happy.

My ex came last weekend and it was great. Our relationship as friends seems to have gone back to how we were at the start of our four-year relationship. No arguments, no snide comments, no feelings of wanting to be somewhere else. It was great.

Methinks he wants to get back together - hints that he was dropping over the weekend. Oh, and the little thing he said that went something like this: 'We should get back together.'

Greeeat.

Anyway, my DVD player decided to be my arch nemesis and refused to play any of the DVDs that I love, but would play the crap ones I bought for a pound.

So, I reverted to my XBOX 360 after realising it plays DVDs.

*Slaps self into a coma*

Now I am sitting on my bed at 10.00pm and wondering what film to watch. Could my life be any more complete? Methinks not. Or maybe it could.

I'm wandering now. So, this is Jay, signing off for another day!

Peace!

February Heralds The Spring

It's coming closer to Spring and the weather around here has finally decided to take up the winter's offer of LSD and cheered the hell up. The temperature has risen, which means going out and risking frostbite has all but disappeared and the world seems so much brighter as the long nights begin to turn once again into long days.

I've been at university for almost six months now - six months! - and things are going well. Alcohol doesn't seem as important as it did at the beginning of the year and with a sort of sober and clear head I can see a long term plan a lot more.

Oh, and I've found The One. I think. Maybe. We'll see how it goes. I'm not going to get too close and get hurt again, so I'll keep my distance for now until I find out what the whole deal is and make sure that it is The One and not The One Right Now. Sometime that Right Now will hopefully, and naturally, drop off.

I don't have a lot more to say - I'm boring, I know - so, I'm going to watch the rest of American Pie: The Wedding before I sleep a thousand sleeps!

Jay, out!

Holiday SAD - It DOES exist!

God, being home is a nightmare. Sister has the flu, as does mother, father has a cold and I'm the only one who has thus far managed to dodge the flying germs that are determined to infect me. Everyone's at each other's throats, my internet consumption is limited and I have to shop and clean and pay board!!!!!

Jay is not a happy bunny!

Roll on Manchester! At least being alone means I can do what I want, whenever I want, without having to answer to everyone!

Three, Two, One

The holiday countdown has now started. Several people I know have their Christmas trees up, including my ex. Which means that it is officially the Christmas period. Not to mention the incessant adverts on TV and in papers and magazines. One advert was asking people to save up for Christmas '09! I mean, for Christ's Sake - let's get this one over with first.

Although uni is going well, I can't wait to get home for the holidays and see everyone. It's hard to believe that I've been in Manchester for almost 14 weeks! Three months! Gah!

Even Christmas TV is starting now! It's almost as though we're counting down to the complete destruction of the planet and we're trying to get through Christmas as quick as possible before Armageddon takes us all out.

Oh, and go Obama!

Is it just me that thinks it's strange his surname is one letter short from a well-known terrorists? Conspiracy? Me thinks so!

Thought Of The Year

No one is a virgin - life screws us all!

That is all!