“Late” night babbling

Believe it or not, I’m quite sleepy right now. Yet I’m still up. Why? If I had access to the Net, then it’d be understandable… there’re some B-movies on practically all the channels. Ones that are in English anyway. Very boring.

I wish Oliver was here. Or more like I was there. I’m not feeling weepy or mopey or anything like that. Just… well, it feels like everything’s okay when I’m around him. I feel protected, taken care of. This might sound pretty old-fashioned, but I think one of the reasons why I feel that way is because he’s male. All of my life it’s been a male that’s taken care of everything (excluding things like housework and most of the cooking). Usually it’s been my dad, but whenever I’m out with my godfather (the uncle I like) or my dad’s best friend Sam, I feel like a princess. And I’m not ashamed to admit that I like that. Of course I like being independent and all that, but sometimes everyone needs to be babied a bit. If anyone disagrees, feel free to tell me.

Right now I so don’t feel like going out tomorrow to buy detergent and that stuff that’s put in the final rinsing water… But I have to. I’m running out of clothes to wear. :-S Why did I leave my clothes in Sheffield? Stupid question. Because I thought I’d be going back to get them before I came here… I should be able to get by for a few months with what I have though. Might need to buy another pair of trousers though. The ones I got from Ellu last Christmas are beginning to fall apart. And it doesn’t help that my other pair of jeans has a broken zipper. It keeps opening. Plus, since I can’t attach a belt to them it feels like they keep falling as well. -_-;;