The last three weeks to a month has been the most messed up series of events in my life so far. The day before Sandra came over from Germany I made a stupid mistake. A mistake with a person named Rebecca. Rebecca is a very nice person, but Sandra was my girlfriend at the time, and Rebecca had a boyfriend.

The thing that made it worse still, as if it needs to be worse, is that I was trying to encourage Rebecca to get together with JonP because I knew how much he liked her, and I was 99% sure she liked him too.

Obviously that part sucks a lot, but is more between JonP and Rebecca than anyone else. The problem for me is what I did to Sandra the most. I’m not saying what I did to JonP was fine or something, but Sandra was my girlfriend and what I did was absolutely just plain wrong. I feel like an asshole for doing it, and that’s because I am.

Apparently she says she didn’t really want that sort of thing from JonP afterwards, but that doesn’t really make me feel much better about anything, and it shouldn’t.

So anyway, I went to the airport and picked up Sandra and we had an absolutely amazing couple of weeks. I spoke to Rebecca a little bit, but not to JonP because he guessed what had happened somehow. Rebecca broke up with her boyfriend again but didn’t go with JonP which is what everyone else expected to happen.

I spent a fair amount of time speaking to Rebecca over the two weeks. Most of it was asking about JonP and trying to figure out what we were going to do about the whole thing.

Sandra left and we mutually agreed that it would be best if we were just friends rather than anything else. Neither of us really wanted a long-distance relationship over the next year or something, and that’s what looked most likely to happen if we stayed together.

Shortly after Sandra left for Germany I spoke to Rebecca again and we talked a fair amount about things and generally just hung out talking and being friends and such.

One day I got home to find that half the people I spoke to online now thought I was a complete dick and the other half thought Sandra was mental or something. Turns out that David had made a comment on here and then emailed it to Sandra too because he suddenly developed morals for me instead of himself, and decided it was his place to tell everyone everything he felt like. Nobody mentioned a thing to me at any point in the process, and I guess that’s kind of ok because I don’t really deserve to have this thing go as I want.

I had already, however, planned to tell Sandra when we’d had a chance to sort out some other things and I think it might have been easier for her to hear from me, rather than someone else. Anyway, none of that makes much of a difference now because Sandra knows absolutely everything there is to know about the entire situation. It’s actually quite good, surprisingly. We’re still talking to each other in a calm and friendly way. Sandra’s taking it far better than I had expected, so that’s good.

I still need to talk things over with JonP because I don’t really know how he really feels about all of this. We’ve spoken briefly about it, but we generally seem to be avoiding the conversation in general I think.

So yeah… Messed up.

In other news:

My new phone (Sony Ericsson W810i) broke itself when I unplugged the USB cable. The screen now flashes on and off repeatedly until I take the battery out. I should be getting my replacement on Friday. I tried three different O2 shops and then still had to call a number to get it sorted.

I started using my old phone instead with my new SIM card. Then I poured a big glass full of Pepsi Max and spilled every last drop of it all over my fricking desk shortly before Rebecca came over. So she walked in to see me with some wet tissue in my hand. The Pepsi was all over my phone, a USB memory stick, a phone memory stick, my mobile phone, my newer phone (in a case), my mouse, my keyboard, some money, headphones, mobile phone contract and my fricking carpet.

Besides all of the shit things happening it’s been a surprisingly good few weeks in a very confusing way.

Ok, so it was brought to my attention that what I said does sound kind of bad in one way… It is how I was feelnig as I wrote it. The truth is more or less the same, but it sounds less bitchy. I wanted to be friends and Sandra wanted all or nothing, so I chose nothing… :\ I didn’t want that, but it made sense when given only two options.

So yeah, for the time being I’m leaving commenting and the shoutbox closed for business. I can’t be dealing with a lot of comments about stuff like this. I get enough everywhere else.

Well, Sandra and I aren’t going to speak to each other any more. Not a situation I’m at all happy with, but it’s what she wants, so I’ve got to go along with it, as with any situation even close to approaching this.

So yeah, it was a short-lived friendship and I’ll miss it a lot.

Goodbye, good luck, Sandra.

Farewell.

My brand new W810i broke a couple of nights ago and I decided to spend most of my working day fixing the thing. Unfortunately the only tool I could find for flashing the firmware was not completely free, so there was no point. The official tool will not reinstall current firmware, only upgrade if there’s new firmware. So I can’t fix it myself.

My co-worker said I could leave early and get into town before the O2 shop closed to get it sorted yesterday, which was nice of him. So Craig came to college and picked me up and took me into town. I had my phone stuff with me but unfortunately the O2 shops did not have a replacement phone in stock and they don’t have the ability to force a firmware upgrade… So essentially they’re useless to me.

I decided to go to Nottingham instead and get it replaced in a bigger store with more stock. I hung around town looking at the newly updated market square and then went for some food in McDonalds. Sandra called while I was in there waiting for Craig to come back so I spoke to her for a minute, which was nice.

When Craig arrived we headed up to Asda to get some pizza and stuff. We picked Len up on the way there. We walked straight down to the pizza section and bumped into Rebecca and a couple of her friends whose names I don’t remember… Nikki and … Hsomething… (EDIT: actually Nikki and Nicky I’ve been told) Anyway, Craig and I felt like giants surrounded by all the little people.

We all left Asda at the same time and so we were driving around together. We pulled up at some traffic lights and Rebecca explained that she owned Len so Len grabbed some of Craig’s shopping and threw it out of Craig’s window into Rebecca’s window and said she’d just been scowned! Because it was a scone! It’s brilliant, apart from the fact that Craig lost his tea.

Anyway, after that we decided to follow their car for a little while and then lost interest and lost them, so we decided, as is often the case in such situations, to go to Glapwell. There’s absolutely nothing in Glapwell besides Michael Jackson’s pub (Young Vanish) and Len’s ex-girlfriend, Leanne.

We pulled up outside Leanne’s house after repeatedly trying to call her and saw a semi-naked man in an upstairs window. Len explained he was Turkish so it was ok. We finally got through to Leanne’s mobile phone and she explained that she was actually in Warsop… 10 miles in the opposite direction. She wouldn’t tell us where in Warsop but Len said she’d be in a pub so we decided to go there and track her down. There are only about 5 pubs in the whole of Warsop anyway.

When we got there I got craig to go down to where my dad used to live. Indeed, where I used to live when I was first born. It was the first time I’d seen that house in about 5 years or something. My basketball hoop was stillup on the side of the house. One night soon I will go and steal it back… It was my Christmas present anyway.

Anyway, after about half an hour of looking around the pubs we decided to give up on that anyway and go back to Craig’s car. When we got there I suggested that we should go to the Major Oak and climb on it as we’d thought up on an occasion a couple of weeks previously while Sandra was here. Unfortunately we didn’t get to do it while Sandra was here, but oh well. We got there and hung around in the car park for a little while to make sure nobody was going to come up and ask us what we were doing. Then we walked down the unlit dark pathway through the forest for about 10 minutes to get to the tree. It really made me wonder why they planted the tree so far from the visitor’s centre.

We got to the tree and hopped the fence and went up and touched the tree. Len actually managed to get inside it 😀 We all climbed on it a bit and took various pictures and then walked back up the dark dark path to the car. It was a fun expedition. I will upload the pictures when I get my phones all working and with me…

Craig drove us into town and we got some pizza while he went to speak to one of his imaginary friends in town. Len and I ran off to the newly refurbished market place to sit and eat the pizza while we waited for him. Two fairly-old roundish women walked by Len and I with our three pizza boxes and called us greedy or fat or something. The irony was apparent. Then two young girls walked by us and the one wearing black gave us a big bow (not a thing to shoot arrows, but she leaned over at her midsection) and told us that she was being polite. We offered her pizza and garlic bread, which she refused against her will because they were supposed to be meeting people and such. When Craig finally arrived one of the pizzas was gone completely. David was still in Sutton at this point so it had been a good night. We went to pick him up and then came back to Mansfield for petrol and so Dave could fill up on snacks. Then Craig pretty much drove around aimlessly for a long time. We ended up in Mansfield Woodhouse before too long and went past another one of my old houses o_O

Craig was very tired by this time so we dropped Len off at his house and then dropped Dave off at Coyote to see if he could get in. He got in so Craig dropped me off at the top of the street where I remembered to pick up my tie and the box to my new phone, but not my old phone with my SIM card in it and stuff. So I left my only working configuration in Craig’s car.

I’m going to Nottingham to pick it up from Craig while he’s at work and then hopefully get my new one replaced in the O2 shop there. Should be a fun day.

Len, JonP, Dave, and I went to play pool yesterday at Towers. It was pretty damn good. It didn’t really cost very much and we had 2 hours of playing. I won a couple of games and I lost a couple. It was a lot of fun.

Afterwards we went to The Cockle for some drinks and then Len, JonP and I walked home. On the way we tried to crack (or lick in JonP’s case) the combination for an automatic front gate, fought with sticks, ate chips, threw chips at JonP, and then decided to walk the dark scary way down by the river.

It wasn’t very scary because three of us were there, and we were drunk. We reached a bridge after a while and decided to take some scary pictures underneath it.

Some of the street lights keptturning on and off as we were near them which was quite disconcerting.

We got to The Talbot but by then they had stopped serving so we just walked back outside again. We all said goodbye and then Len and I kissed goodbye while JonP filmed it. Very scary.

I just want to go to sleep. I don’t want to be here at all.

I should be going out to play pool tonight, which should be a lot of fun, if I don’t fall asleep on the table.

My mum did her first shift in her new job last night, so that’s good. I’ll no doubt hear all about it when I get in tonight. It’s about time, really. She’s been out of work for like 4 years or something ridiculous. In that time she’s spent pretty much 11/12 of her savings. She could have bought the house I lived in in walnut Creek with what she’s wasted… I’m so pissed off about that because she’s actually achieved absolutely nothing. She’s in the exact same position today as she was before I went to America, except with a shitload less money in her account. What a waste.

Anyways, it doesn’t really matter much now, it was her money to waste. So long as I’m not going to have to keep on paying every fricking bill in the house I’ll be ok.

I’ve just about finished sorting out my contract for myjob here in June, so that’s good. One less thing to worry about.

Next week is thebeginning of half term, and it’s also a bank holiday on Monday apparently, so that’s yet another day I won’t get paid for. As soon as I’m a proper employee there won’t be any fricking bank holidays left. Total crap! I’m getting pretty sick of 4 day weeks at the moment. I could really use some more money… At least I’m only missing Mondays, which is my later shift. It’s less hours than all the other days.

So blah, Sandra’s been gone for a couple of days… I’m still really tired from all the places we went and things we did. It was so much fun. I can’t wait for the weekend though, so I can just hang around the house and sleep all day.

Oh well, only 36 minutes left and I’m off home for the night 😀 Awesome stuff.

I just got back from Manchester Airport. Sandra is home in Germany already. The house feels remarkably empty at the moment. It’s going to be strange going back into work too… I really don’t want to be awake in 7 hours. Oh well.

I spent pretty much all day sitting around, and I’ll be doing the same tomorrow, so I can’t really complain a great deal. At least I’ll probably get a chance to start typing up some of the adventures of the previous two weeks. It really was awesome. Probably a lot more awesome for me to look back on and read than it will be for you folks to read in a few days, but yeah, I don’t give a crap if you enjoy it or not. I write for myself. And my book… and the unabridged version, and the special–ah screw it, only Len gets that joke and he’s already rolling on the floor with laughter. Oh, wait, he’s not rolling, he’s standing. He’s the same height doing both!

Sandra’s visit is nearing its end. It’s been an incredibly fun couple of weeks. Kinda sad to be going back to work next Tuesday, but it’s not so bad because it’s half term the week after 😀

We’ve done so much that it’s more than I can type out in the time I have today. I’ll probably end up writing up a big diary type thing at some point over the half term when I have very little else to do at work.

It basically all comes down to the fact that we both (as far as she tells me) really enjoyed everything a lot. I definitely think we’ll have more good times in the future… I’d love to visit her in Germany at some point. No, not for the World Cup. No big games in Speyer I think 😉

But yeah, I’ve uploaded 90% of the pictures taken to date, and there will only be a couple more days of pictures to be added, but they’ll all be in the same place. They tell as much of the story as you’re going to get from me for the next week or so.

It was a truly great couple of weeks. I’m not looking forward to Sandra leaving… It’s not for a couple of days yet though, so I’m off to enjoy what I can, while I can.

Craig is a big ginger homo!

That is all.