Domestic Troll (Natty)

We had our first ‘bloggers night out’ last night with a highly successful turnout of… four of us. Haha, we went to some union trivia night thing,  it was fun 🙂 Our team name was, ‘Natty and the Nerds’ or ‘Nutty and the Nerds’ as the sign up guy wrote it because  he either a) couldn’t understand my British accent or b) couldn’t understand why anyone would be called ‘Natty’ so used his common sense and came up with the next best thing. Lol. It was really more of a ‘wedges-eating-and-beer-drinking’ night than a trivia night but whatevs, I had a good time 😀 Oh and the student union bar (U-bar??) was cool too… yet another pro union comment from me lol.

Hmm.. so we’re halfway through this week and my reading is piling up while the contents of my fridge is reaching extinction because I don’t have any extra money to spend on food :S I’m feeling a bit tetchy because I have just spent the past 2 hours cleaning my apartment and am now exhausted and don’t feel like sitting down to 3 hours of work. Also there was an unnecessary level of annoyance when I spilt bleach all over the bathroom floor. For anyone who didn’t know, lots of water + lots of bleach = lots of foam. Oh, and if you try and just wash it all down the drain it WILL just foam back up in your face. Grrr.

 For anyone wondering about where to live next year I’d say stop and think about what responsibilities you’ll have to take on when you live on your own first. I probably spend 1.5-2hours a day just doing the washing/ cooking/ tidying and then another 2 hours once a week having to clean the whole place. It’s not so much, but it does cut into your day a bit. I love living here, but at the end of one of my longer days coming home to a pile of washing and having no dinner ready is a TOTAL killjoy. Hence the post title, after a day like that I feel far more domestic troll than domestic goddess. Hopefully this is purely a mental resemblance rather than a physical one lol… although… haha.

It’s times like that that I usually end up falling into bed having only had chocolate for dinner and then feeling cross with myself the next morning lol (no-one mention this to my mum, she would have a heart attack lol). Healthy eating would be so much easier if I had a chef… perhaps I will look into this. Are there any budding chefs out there who would like to come and make me lots of fruit salad? I can pay you in smiles (urgh how sickeningly cheesy is that?! lol) and… actually that’s about it. I’ve yet to find a job… I went for training for the first one in Union House and then never heard back. Hmmm stupid money.

Still, for anyone who wants to (make like a tree and) branch out on their own I say go for it, it’s great and even the washing up can (sometimes) be fun just because it’s cool doing stuff for yourself 🙂 Yeah ok, point and laugh if you want… I never thought I’d put ‘washing up’ and ‘fun’ in the same sentence either lol.

I wanted to write about something else but can’t remember what it was now, and have realised that it’s already 4.22pm so I should go and do my work before it gets too late. I will write again soon

Love Natty x