I would just like to start by saying, i am so sorry for being such a crap blogger and not keeping you guys up to date. It's just the last week or so has been a jumble of working and trying to keep C.I.B interested, you know texting him in my lunch breaks and so on.

Well, I kind of feel that all that texting has been abit of a waste, which I will explain about in a minute. I just want to let you all to know that we are not being chucked out of our apartment! yes yes yes! We all worked as much as possible, cut down on buying stuff and borrowed here and there. We are on our way out of debt.

So, back to C.I.B. Me and him went on a date last night, and at the beginning it felt so good to see him again. We went to another thing at barflyand the music was abit shit but he is gorgeous and it all seemed to be going fine. But at roughly 11 o'clock he got a text and after that he started acting kind of shifty and jumpy. Like, I asked him what he' been doing yesterday (just to, you know, make conversation) and he answered me so quickly, without looking at me once. I can tell that there's something he's not telling me. Of course, like any girl would be, i'm worried he might be cheating on me, but i'm not saying that's definately it. Still i've been messed around by guys so much that I wouldn't be suprised if he was seeing someone else.

Oh god, what am I going to do?

date at the fly was, i'm happy to say, a success.

cute indie boy looked especially cute wearing kind-of-skinny cords, a Strokes T and his sexy glasses.

Kate Nash turned out to be a bit shit, she was DJ-ing and is just too indie for her own good, and there were some other DJ sets, but nobody danced so we just went back to my place and i wowed him with the skills i picked up at bartending school. (It's true! last summer i did a bartending course on my gap year that lead me to no university, and i can make whatever cocktail you please)

i made myself a mojito and i got him a beer, thankfully eves and pops made up and went out to the pub together which gave me some alone time with cute indie boy.

we started talking, and it turns out he works for a record company called 'fierce panda'! cool, eh?

he says he mainly scouts for new bands and then he does paperwork, but it sounds WAY better than my bum of a job.

anyway he left at around midnight, and i've got myself another date on wednesday!

in other news, i'vr finally saved up enough money to buy myself some vivenne westwood shoes that are actually on sale (more money for me to spend on useless crap!), so that's quite exciting. i'll wear them on my date with C.I.B (cute indie boy), maybe i'll be less than a foot shorter than him this time.

or is it more than a foot shorter? i don't know, i didn't go to uni.

what else has been going on this weekend...

ooh, call from the rents (parents)- they say that there's a bunch of CD's back at the house that i should pick up, it's the first time they've contacted me in a year. should i feel happy? i don't.