27thJune2012

I've just had a nice phone call with someone who I love, a 43.55 minute one to be precise. I enjoy phone calls with him very much, and they've been very regular since we have broken up, I think it's got a lot to blame to how we've stayed so close to each other after a year and four months. It seems strange saying a year and four months now, seems like ages I was calling it a year and three months. Time goes quickly, seems only a little while ago we were dating, oh how I miss those days.

He apologised about him seeming off with me today, however I didn't notice that at all and continued to ask why until he was willing to tell me. We have a special thing together where we like times which have the same numbers or whatever, such as 22.22 [our favourite], 12.34, 3.33 and so on, also 1.16 as this is the time that we officially started dating. I had a conversation with a friend over facebook which mentioned that I wake up at 06.06 so I can see the time and that I woke at 11.10 and got to see 11.11 today, which Alex got a little feeling sorry for himself over and felt like this was our thing which he was sharing with other people. I cleared this up though telling him this was just a conversation about it, not that I send anyone else the time and he was then fine with it, which is the truth by the way.

Our phone conversations are usually nice, we tend to be more caring and loving on the phone rather than typing conversations which I like. I especially like ending my night in a call with him, however that only happens every few days as he's not into conversations as much as me and I like to give him a break, often thinking I pester him too much. All is well though, we both enjoy and love our phone calls.

My day doesn't consist of anything that interesting particularly, I've just been at home for most of the day and cleaning out my two hamsters, chinchilla and the fish along with all the rooms which I made a mess of. There was one panic through my day though, when I had my hamster Mini running in her ball upstairs while I was downstairs watching the telly. I was going to check up on her after 30 minutes, but forgot for another 15 and when I got upstairs the ball had opened and Mini was no where to be seen. I instantly panicked and checked all the upstairs rooms even though the doors were closed, as she could have gotten under some of them with little struggle, still no sight of her. Back downstairs I went with moral support from Webster my dog, again nothing. I turned off the telly and took the clock batteries out so I could have silence, a few minutes passed and still nothing. The main thing that panicked me was that the back door was open, which she could have quite easily gotten out of to ran away and never be seen again. I sat on the floor in misery, thinking what a bad owner I am and how Mini would be out in the wild. I heard a few foot steps, but then thought I was just hearing things once it stopped for a good while. My old hamster Tux use to go under the cupboard when he accidentally got out of the ball, so I pulled the bottom out so I could see slightly under. There was pure silence and I still hadn't found Mini, a few minutes passed while I was sat on the floor and I heard the footsteps again, it was Mini coming out from under the cupboard! I was so happy once I had found her and rushed her strait to her cage, where she is now safe. I will most definitely be making sure my hamsters are in the ball secure in the future, don't want that panic of losing an animal carelessly ever again!