Bloody Valentine's.

Weird. A blog at a time like this is like a cup of tea in the middle of a war. I have no desire to write on this blog much these days, mainly because I have little time and what time I have I use to do other things. But why now? Just a couple of days after Valentine's and I feel utterly compelled to write myself yet another depressing yet somehow poetic blog entry...

You know, sometimes in life there are things which you do which you thought was a good idea at the time, but then shortly afterwards you realise that you didn't really want to do that but oops too late you've sealed the deal. Yes. Hands up if you are thinking yes. I've got my hand up because I'm metaphorically stuck between two islands in the sea and I don't have the strength to get myself to either side. Why? Well, to put it into context, here's the lowdown...

I went to Alfa Romeo yesterday looking at the MiTo, because I thought it'd be funny to get an appraisal on my car to see how much I'd get if I traded mine in. Bad idea. I got the quote back and within a nanosecond I was thrown into this metaphoric hurricane which I couldn't quite get out of. I thought, "yeah it looks good, drives well... Why don't I just buy it?" which was what I did today. Bad idea number 2. May wasn't happy, and we've had this massive row over it (I won't go into specifics) and somehow I'm regretting the fact that I paid the deposit. I'm now required to get some details of my dad so he can be my guarantor, this was a problem- I hadn't told him of my amazing 3 minute plan to buy a new car, plus he was a million gazillion miles away in HK. Shit happens. I'm going to have to ring him up later and tell him the whole story and then he'll start trying to put holes into my reasoning as to why I should get a new car and whatnot. Nightmare. Suddenly, I don't feel too well right now... That coffee that I'm drinking now seems to be slowly making its way up through my stomach up my oesophagus and slowly into my oral cavity and soon to come out again in the form of baby food. Not nice.

But then again, what are the lessons I'm about to learn from this episode? I'm not really a very good shopper/I have no self-restriction when it comes to buying things/I'm a hopeless romantic when it comes to cars. Oh and don't ever throw a hissie-fit at May again because she'll end up shouting at me in my face with teary eyes which just isn't great for the mind especially when you've got a 30% piece of coursework essay meant to be handed in 3 days later... And you've only just started.

But don't worry, with me being the ever-positive guy I think I'll work a way round it and manage to talk my dad round it and then I'll get my car, have my career back on track and then I'll be fine on my way. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. Touchwood. That is, if I'll make it through tonight without May coming home and black-facing me for the rest of the night and snarling at me frequently. Shit.

~BRio the 69 @ Home.