At first my excuse (for neglecting my site) was something along the lines of "I feel kind of lonely, so I will do other stuff that will keep my mind occupied" and then it became "I have so much to talk about and I don't know how to get it all written down in a way that will make sense to even myself".
I shall now attempt to write something that will make sense to someone other than me.
Beware, this will be kind of long...
On Wednesday last week, I went in town with Vicky. I got four cartilage piercings (two in each ear) and then we went shopping for about four hours.
A few minutes after I got them done, I texted Sam, telling him that I'd had four cartilage piercings done in one session (the piercer said that not many people can sit through that many in one session, which is why I keep talking about it - I feel all hardcore and brave and stuff!).
I got home and both ears were throbbing, so I took an ibuprofen (painkillers that help keep the swelling down). While I was waiting for them to kick in, I got a phone call from Sam, asking me how my ears were, if I wanted to have any more piercings, etc. Sweet, huh? 
A couple of hours later, Sam drove over to pick me up and take me to the cinema; we watched "Deja Vu" (it's one of those films which makes you think, although it's not as confusing as "Vanilla Sky" was; you'd only need to see "Deja Vu" once and "get it") and then went to the car park for a bit, before he dropped me home.
Last Thursday, I felt pretty crappy (to say the least) and I actually texted Sam and asked him to please come down and see me and cheer me up, which he did. (Seriously: Sam is lovely and wonderful and sweet and all of those other nice adjectives!)
However, he wouldn't be able to drive down again to see me until he got paid (petrol money - ouch!). 
So I spent last Friday until Wednesday moping around the house and trying to keep my mind off Sam (I can't miss him too much if I'm barely thinking about him). I must have watched ten DVDs in that time.
From Friday until Wednesday, all I did was sleep, watch DVDs, clean my new piercings, shower and read.
On Wednesday, we met up again (the first time in like, a WEEK (I did actually say that)) with the intention of going to the cinema. He arrived a bit early, so we decided to go to *our pub* for an hour. While we were in our pub, I said that I felt that going to the cinema would be a bit of a waste of our time; we hadn't seen each other for what felt like a bloody century, we really missed each other - surely it would make more sense to sit, talk, catch up and enjoy each other's company than to sit in a dark room, watching a film? We ended up not seeing anything.
While we were in the car park, I got a text from Matt, which said something along the lines of "I've been reading your blogs and you and Sam seem to be getting a bit close.". I read the text out to Sam, who replied with "Tell him we're getting married!". I thought it was really funny and wanted to see what kind of reaction I'd get, so that's what I did: I told Matt that Sam and I were going to get married. I later told Vicky and Richard (someone who I went to school with) that too.
Matt didn't really believe me and I ended up phoning him to apologise. While I was on the phone to Matt, Sam decided that he needed more attention than he was currently getting - he started trying to hug and kiss me while I was on the phone. (So, Matt, if you wondered why I went quiet at the end, you now know why! I'm too little to be blamed, so blame Sam! )
Guess what time I got home! Quarter to three in the morning! (2:45am)
I met up with Sam again on Thursday (all I can remember is us sharing one car seat (well, trying to share one car seat) and me giving him the silent treatment for about ten minutes because he called me a bad influence).
On Friday, I didn't think Sam and I were going to meet up, so I let my hair be all messy and gross and I started watching "the Green Mile". About an hour into the film, I got a phone call. It was Sam saying he was going around a friend's house at nine and would I like to see him for about an hour before he went?
So we met up for about an hour. He wanted to go to a supermarket to get some beer, "recovery drink" and tobacco. He got the beer and recovery drink, got back in the car and was on his way out of the car park and started to throw a minor hissy fit - he'd forgotten the tobacco. He went back into the supermarket to get the tobacco and by the time he got back to the car, I was still laughing at his little hissy fit.
Afterwards, we went to the car park for a bit and watched two cars (well, the people inside) do a drug deal. How exciting! (Well, I thought it was. )
Today (well, yesterday since it's technically Sunday now), Sam and I were together for the day. Poor Sam had a hangover.
We went to PC World for Sam to drool over the laptops before going to the cinema to book tickets for "the Pursuit of Happyness" (I thought it was a good film (not one I'd normally go to watch, though) but there were parts of it that I didn't think were really necessary - some parts just felt so drawn out).
We went into town for a bit; Sam wanted to look for shoes, buy some lunch and get some sweets / candy to watch the film with.
We went to the cinema's car park early, to make sure we got a parking space (Saturday's at the cinema means the car park will be busy, the first week a film comes out means the car park will be busy. Put these together and it's very difficult to get a parking space).
Why am I telling you about sitting in this car park? Because I came out with something which was completely innocent but sounded really dirty and rude.
Sam was eating his lunch and was talking about how much he eats and how his mum asks where he puts it all (or something like that) and:
Me: You put it in your feet! (If you've not heard that saying before, I don't know how to explain it.)
Sam: But I have small feet.
Me: Okay. Well, there's got to be some part of you that's big!
The look on Sam's face was hilarious. I couldn't even begin to describe it. I wish I'd have been able to take a photograph!
After that, we watched "the Pursuit of Happyness". We had to sit something like four rows from the front as there were barely any seats left (and we were in the biggest screen there!), so every time the camera moved, my eyes kept unfocusing and then refocusing which has left me with very sore / tired eyes and a headache (I always get a headache after going to the cinema, though).
Good film though and there weren't many annoying little bratlets talking all the way through!
We went to our pub after the film ended and the place was actually busy! (It's normally just me, Sam, the bar guy and maybe one or two other people.)
I took the only empty seats left while Sam got the drinks. As I was checking my phone, I see something out of the corner of my left eye and jump out of my skin when I see a dog (for those who don't already know; I'm scared of dogs). I giggle at myself, look up and there's some girl laughing at me (I wasn't exactly upset about this, since I was already laughing at myself).
We were in the pub for less than fifteen minutes. The music was too loud (Sam was sat about a foot away from me and I couldn't hear him speak - THAT'S how loud the bloody music was), Sam obviously wasn't feeling too good (he looked like crap, poor guy ) and I had that girl staring at me and shooting both me and Sam dirty looks.
I swear, that's the only time I've had a real urge to go up to someone and yell "what the f*** are you looking at?" in their face.
I do not appreciate being stared at by some girl who's twice the width of me, looks like a pig and has nasty hair. I really do not appreciate receiving dirty looks from said girl.
I was home by nine; Sam was feeling too crappy to stay up any longer.
He starts a new job on Monday; one which will involve much more physical activities than his previous one did, so I'm pretty sure I won't be seeing him until next Saturday and I think I'd be lucky to even get to see him then. He will be dead to the world for about a month, methinks. 
I'm sorry this entry is so long! 
