That would be me.
I had my first car crash this morning.
On the motorway.
Third-party insurance only.
I’m ok, just a bit shaken up. I’m not sure if I’ll repair it yet, I’m taking it to a panel beater friend of my Dad’s to get it assessed and to check out how much it would cost to repair it. So fingers crossed it’s a cheapy! I really don’t want to have to buy a new car right now!
In other news, Mr Navy text me last night asking how my weekend was etc. I sent him back a text saying I was shocked to hear from him and that I thought it was all over. He seemed shocked and told me he wasn’t that shallow to just stop talking to me like that. So I’m totally confused. We’re meeting up tonight to talk in person. Texting sucks. You can never tell how to take things in texts.
So hopefully it will all be sorted tonight – the car and the man.
EDIT: Since posting this earlier today I had a change of heart and have taken back control and decided it’s not going to work with Mr Navy. It’s all too weird and games-like. He’s lost my trust. He’s text me twice today, this morning. No support. Whatsmore my friends and family are all querying him too, everyone is confused by his actions*. They’re not normal.
*I probably haven’t disclosed all of his actions properly in this blog.
So everything was going perfect with Mr Navy, right? Yeah well maybe not. All was perfect before I left for my camping weekend (post to come). He even popped over to my house on Thursday afternoon, without me asking him to, to give me a kiss, cuddle and say goodbye for the weekend. Cute right?
We sent a couple of texts on Friday, all happy with kisses etc. Didn’t hear from him Saturday, but I figured he was busy or just letting me have time with my friends. No big deal. Didn’t hear from him Sunday, so when I arrived home around 4pm I sent him a text just asking what’s new.. etc, nothing extreme. No reply.
I went on later to check my facebook to see what had been happening over the weekend and to upload our camping photos. I decided to check his profile. Him and I are no longer friends. WTF? Coincidence? Or is the man just a coward and can’t tell me he’s not keen? I’ve got no idea.
I rang his mobile this morning. It rang, he didn’t answer. So now that’s it. I’m not contacting him again. To be honest I am in shock. I never thought he’d act this way. Maybe I’m overreacting? I don’t feel I am though. It was all fine and going smoothly. Now it’s silent. Doesn’t make sense. I thought he was a man with balls and would tell me if it wasn’t working.
Feck! What a four years that was…
I’m not talking about some insane relationship I’ve been keeping from you or some cult I finally managed to escape. I’m talking about the last four years of my slaving and late night cramming all the name of getting a degree. University. She’s over and it’s still kind of surreal.
It felt like forever ago that I started and to be honest, back then I never thought I’d finish. I was a late University-bloomer. I had two years off after school and worked. So as my high school friends were all finishing their degrees I was only mid-way. But I’m thrilled with myself that I stuck at it. There were moments it got painfully frustrating at it seemed easy to quit, there were moments I had to re-sit papers (most FRUSTRATING thing in the goddamn world!!), but I’ve made it.
Like I say, it’s surreal. But I’m beyond excited! I’m ready for the next chapter of my life to begin and absolutely thrilled to know that I don’t have to write 1,500-2,000 word essay this weekend, or next weekend, or the next. Fantastic!
On a totally different tangent… last night I went to have dinner at Navy man’s parents! My god, I know. We’re not “official” but I’ve met his parents and his Nan, all lovely people, so relaxed. It was awesome. Things seem to be moving fast, after 6 weeks, but then the whole official thing isn’t. Yeah confusing. But I’m just going with the flow…
*Subject to the harshness of my lecturers marking, but I’m fairly confident.
What the hell is going on with you woman?! Yeah too much to post entries closer than a week apart! Basically exams are top of the list making me busy. They’re my last ones EVER, unless I decide to go back and study at university again… that chance is slimmer than me learning how to multiply in my head and becoming a mathematician over night, so I’m putting in as much effort as I can muster to get through them and end on a happy note. Even though I’m feeling I’ve done one semester too many, just over it really.
My car is totally rooted. I actually need to take it to a mechanic. So ghey. This means money I do not want to spend before going overseas! But when you have to fill up the radiator and reserve tank with water more than once a week? Yeah there’s a slight issue there.
Things are going well with Mr Navy. We had a miniscule hiccup last week, but we’re all on track and seeing each other regularly, although I probably wont see him now until after exams. Concentration is needed! And hey, a little time apart never does any harm!
You know what I’ve realised this blog is seriously lacking??? PHOTOS! God, woman, would you get a life already and take some snaps?! After exams… that two word phrase is my answer to everything right now.
This morning I’m driving to work on the motorway happily singing along to Snow Patrol on my iPod when suddenly smokey stuff starts pumping out of my air conditioning vents. WTF?! Yeah slightly unusual? Then my heat guage starts getting higher and higher. Oh crap, not again?! I never learn, seriously.
So I pull off the motorway and into a side street to call my boss to see if he’s close to stop and help me. He’s on top of the bridge. Damnit. He says he has to head to work for a couple of boats but will come back for me once they’re sorted. OK I’ll just be patient. Then I think to myself… what about Navy man? He is an engineer… he’s on holiday… we’re only been dating three weeks… we’re not even “official”. Screw it. I text him; “babe, what are you up to?”, he replies instantly; “laying in bed, how about you?”. So I ring him and explain my situation. He tells me he’ll be there in 10 minutes. What a darling.
Once he arrives the first thing he does is laugh, then gives me a hug and a kiss. “Did you check the oil and water?” he asks me. “No” I reply, “I didn’t want to touch it.” The verdict – the radiator is dry. Not a drop of water. He fills it up with the bottle I now carry in my car for such emergencies (see, I am semi-organised!). He tells me that before I leave work, while it’s cool, I must check it and fill it with more water. We let the car run for a bit and the heat guage stays at normal. All sorted!
He gives me another hug and a kiss and sends me on my way to work. My knight in shining armour!