My Mumbling Thoughts

Now that quite a bit of time has gone by and it is a new year, I've decided to update my description of all my flatmates that I get along with, simply because I feel like it and because I think it's necessary. This way, if I mention them here on my blog, you can know at least a little more background information on them. These girls have all become my family and without them, I know for a fact I'd probably be curled up in a cardboard box somewhere begging strangers for random change on the street.

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Zoe: She is known as "the Irish one". I never was particularly close to Zoe, but these days we've grown closer and I feel like our relationship is one with potential to be a lot more. She surprised me one evening when she came in my room with £50 and said that her mom had transferred it to her just for me. She knows what kind of financial problems I've been having recently and I almost started crying when she offered it to me and said that I didn't have to pay her mom back. Of course I'm going to as soon as I get a proper job and I'm also going to buy her a gift on Mother's Day, but the fact that she reached out and did that for me was not only surprising since it's not her problem and all I ever really wanted was somebody to listen to me bitch about it for a while, but it was so kind and restored some of my faith in the human race. We share the same interests as far as writing goes and hopefully we'll be working together soon to try and tackle the London media. Who knows what will become of it, but I'm sure if we do it together, no matter what happens, we're going to have loads of fun.

Helen: She is the English version of me only completely opposite. Physically we resemble each other except for the fact that her hair is blond and mine is brown. We both have similar red jackets, we bought the same jumper from Asda, our dishes match and all of our boy problems seem to be parallel with one another. I can sit and talk to her for ages about every single subject under the sun and never get tired. We've stayed up until half six in the morning once just obsessing and over analyzing every last thing about the boys at Bede House. She was the first flatmate that I got on with straight away and I hope that we know each other for many more years to come. She's so smart and reminds me of how I'd like to be while I'm at university. Just little, simple things like being more responsible and she brings me back down to earth when I'm so far gone in my own dramatic, fucked up world.

Fiona: My dear, sweet Fiona. She is definitely most like me personality wise. We get each other's jokes, we have the same opinions on practically everything and if there's ever anyone I need to procrastinate with to do anything like coursework or my washing up, she's the girl to go to. Like Helen, we can stay up for ages and chat shit all night long like it's never been done before. It's uncanny how similar our lives are as well. Her and I spend most of our time laughing and making jokes that most people would find offensive but we find it absolutely hilarious. I always tell her that it's nice to know that I'm going to have a friend with me in hell that I can laugh with.

Carlene: It took me the longest to feel like Carlene and I were properly close. I think it was because I always thought of her as the mother figure in our flat even though she is a year younger than me and therefore, I treated her as if she was my mother in a sense. I always kept her at an arm's length and never wanted to do anything that I thought would disappoint her in any kind of way or upset her. Just knowing that she was off with me by a tiny bit would send me in a spiral and I'd feel awful as if I had done something wrong. It wasn't until I started thinking of her as a flatmate, rather than the unstoppable mother, that we started to really get close. I realized that she, too, is a person. She also has flaws and makes mistakes just like the rest of us. I consider her to be one of my best friends now and she's one of my favorite drinking buddies.

Lauren: My roommate that I never asked for but always wanted. Sure, she doesn't live in our building but she is a flatmate and my first year at uni wouldn't be the same if she hadn't been with me through it all. She has seen me at my best and my absolute worst. She has her own towel, her own toothbrush and half of her wardrobe in my room. We share practically everything and I'm so glad to have met her. Sure, there are times when I'm annoyed with her and would prefer to be alone, but we can talk things out rather than have a proper go at each other. I tell her when I need to be on my lonesome and she can tell whenever I get into one of my moods. I talk to her all the time about everything and there's not one subject that we've never discussed at least two times. We are known as the odd married couple and where there's one, the other is sure to be following close behind.

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Those are my main girls, the ones that I've been living with and who I've bonded with the most since I've been here. I love each and every one of them to bits and pieces and they have grown to not only just be my flatmates and my friends, but I consider them to be family. I may not have mentioned them that often on here, but every day we see each other, every day we talk, every day we do something that brings us that much closer. We've had our fall outs and have wanted to kick the shit out of somebody else at least once or twice, but at the end of the day, I love these bitches and would walk through fire for them if I was asked to.