Oh my god, stop coughing! He keeps coughing around me and now I'm ill, what a suprise. Don't read over my shoulder you dirty bitch, mega lol.
Sniff.
I wonder what if the gender roles were reversed in the armpit department and men shaved their armpits and woman could run willlddd with jungles in their armpits. Yum.
Oh, I had weird dreams last night. In response to what one of my friends, I just told you not to read over my shoulder!, said I had dreams including them in weird situations. Basically they said that they had imagined having sex with me before, work it out for yourselves.
Cough-ough. Told you I'm ill. Btw sniff. He sniffed. Ew. Takeshi's castle is on, I think it's a new one 'cause I've never seen them ride a dinosour rodeo before... Maybe I should pay more attention to japanese passtimes.
So last night we went to Creeps birthday thing, there was thirteen of us dining together at Pizza hut. It was sort of suckish cause half of the people I actually wanted to talk to were up the other end of the table, stop reading over my shoulder!!!!, so I couldn't talk to them. But they did circulate and come to the other end of the table so I could say hi. I really do love typing on this laptop, it warms my thighs and the buttons make a really satisfying click when I type.
"would you like a drink" He asks.
"Yes."
"What would you.."
"No."
"Urgh."
My neck really hurts, thighs are nice and warm though. Did every know that megan fox had to shave her head for a role in an alien film? Jelly-ousy, she still looks attractive even as a skinhead. Rubbish.
((Comment please on whether this total nonsense ramble should be repeated, if not I will stick to normal posting.))
Ciao!
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
The Real BlogPost
I will admit, the stealing of the quiz was lazy! I just haven't done a quiz in ages so if you don't read it, I really don't care. I'm going to give you a rundown of my life in the form I usually do for my diary entires.
Love
Well boyfriend is once again perfect. He kissed my hair and forehead today. I feel so wonderfully taken care of. He makes my life stress free. When I didn't have my bus pass he just shushed me, took me in his arms and took care of it. - Perfection.
Had a nice dream a couple of nights ago where basically me and boyfriend got married and went on our honeymoon, it was wonderfully exotic and gorgeously luxurious! I was wearing an off the shoulder white dress which was very simplistic but such a figure hugger, my waist was tiny!
It will admit to have a little wandering eye but it's only showing appreciation for the beautiful male form and whatnot, nothing personal with anyone.
The whole 'dick' incident has passed. I no longer care if anyone believes me or even knows about it, it's on his shoulders now. I just pray he trips every time he walks by, or at least stumbles. Please God?
Family
Sister is panicking over university interviews, she takes priority in family at this stage, I'm good to take a back seat after my whole "Her relationship is SERIOUS" family crisis thing.
Step-dad-thing N is dieting, he's on the lighetlife so he's living off soups. Bless, he got so excited when he was allowed these bars that I wouldn't even give a dog.
Mum is taking happiness on blaming all her mood swings and odd rambles on being pre-menopausal. Thanks mum, I really needed that.
Health
Keep forgetting to take vitamins, there goes my new years resolution number one. Have finally booked opticians and pill consultation with nurse for Friday. No doubt I will get pre-stressful moment sickness. Fear I may need unnatractive glasses. I cannot pull off 'sexy secutary' look. It comes out as 'Is she Velma from scooby doo?'/
Friends
I recently had a heart to heart with fellow Girl Guide, she told me what she'd been hiding from me (sneaky cow, love her!) and I told her I felt pushed out of the little group and felt it was dejavu of when we last fell out. We had emotional hug and she cooled my neck with her ice hands, see she's even useful. Curltop, can't remember what I called him after he cut his hair, is being mean and my self esteem plummeted momentarily feeling like a short fat blob. Got to love male friendly joking....not.
Self-Esteem
Pretty darn high. Painting my nails and having regular lie-ins are making me happier. Not mention throw off comments like "You have such a nice fashion sense" and "Your hair is always in nice condition" are just wiggling their way into my psyche. Love it!
Love
Well boyfriend is once again perfect. He kissed my hair and forehead today. I feel so wonderfully taken care of. He makes my life stress free. When I didn't have my bus pass he just shushed me, took me in his arms and took care of it. - Perfection.
Had a nice dream a couple of nights ago where basically me and boyfriend got married and went on our honeymoon, it was wonderfully exotic and gorgeously luxurious! I was wearing an off the shoulder white dress which was very simplistic but such a figure hugger, my waist was tiny!
It will admit to have a little wandering eye but it's only showing appreciation for the beautiful male form and whatnot, nothing personal with anyone.
The whole 'dick' incident has passed. I no longer care if anyone believes me or even knows about it, it's on his shoulders now. I just pray he trips every time he walks by, or at least stumbles. Please God?
Family
Sister is panicking over university interviews, she takes priority in family at this stage, I'm good to take a back seat after my whole "Her relationship is SERIOUS" family crisis thing.
Step-dad-thing N is dieting, he's on the lighetlife so he's living off soups. Bless, he got so excited when he was allowed these bars that I wouldn't even give a dog.
Mum is taking happiness on blaming all her mood swings and odd rambles on being pre-menopausal. Thanks mum, I really needed that.
Health
Keep forgetting to take vitamins, there goes my new years resolution number one. Have finally booked opticians and pill consultation with nurse for Friday. No doubt I will get pre-stressful moment sickness. Fear I may need unnatractive glasses. I cannot pull off 'sexy secutary' look. It comes out as 'Is she Velma from scooby doo?'/
Friends
I recently had a heart to heart with fellow Girl Guide, she told me what she'd been hiding from me (sneaky cow, love her!) and I told her I felt pushed out of the little group and felt it was dejavu of when we last fell out. We had emotional hug and she cooled my neck with her ice hands, see she's even useful. Curltop, can't remember what I called him after he cut his hair, is being mean and my self esteem plummeted momentarily feeling like a short fat blob. Got to love male friendly joking....not.
Self-Esteem
Pretty darn high. Painting my nails and having regular lie-ins are making me happier. Not mention throw off comments like "You have such a nice fashion sense" and "Your hair is always in nice condition" are just wiggling their way into my psyche. Love it!
40 Secrets Chain
Currently I am too obsessed with other amazing things in my life like Bridget Jones and my wonderful boyfriend, god he's a wonderful wonderful WONDERFUL person. I want to scream. With joy that is. So I'm stealing this chain thing from lolli.
40 Secrets about yourself.
Be honest no matter what...
1 - Have you ever been asked out?
Duh, I'm a sex GODDESS! (Self-esteem has improved noticeably)
2 - Where was your avatar picture taken?
My bedroom at dads, getting creative with my legs and a window.
3 - What is your middle name?
Joy - How ironic! I just said "With joy that is." up there, look!
4 - Your current relationship status?
In love. The big L word, I'm thinking going out to dinner and sexy underwear shopping.
5 - Does your crush like you back?
I should bloody well hope so!
6 - What is your current mood?
Current mood would be classed as overly content with life.
7 - What color underwear are you wearing?
(checking) Oooh a very Swedish Milkmaid number. White with red lace trim. Cute!
8 - What color shirt are you wearing?
Red vest top.
9 - Missing something?
Psychic computer! I'm not wearing a watch.
10 - If you could go back in time and change something, what would you do?
I would go back and oh I don't know, not be a cheating bitch?
11 - If you must be an animal for one day, what and why?
A bird of some sort. I want to fly.
12 - Ever had a near death experience?
I guess you could call my telling mum I'm having sex a near death experience.
13 - Something you do a lot?
Laugh. So much.
14 - The song stuck in your head?
Currently on a jukebox jumble.
15 - Who did you copy and paste this from?
Lolli, as mentioned.
16 - Name someone who has the same birthday as you.
My boyfriend!
17 - When was the last time you cried?
Properly cried about a week ago, watery eyes yesterday.
18 - Have you ever sang in front of a large audience?
no.... No defo not.
19 - If you could have one super power what would it be?
Reading minds.
20 - What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Usually what they are wearing, then like jawline and build. If they are smiling at me.
21 - What do you usually order from Starbucks?
Air.
22 - What's your biggest secret?
Now then, it wouldn't be a secret would it?
23 - Favorite color?
Currently red/purple.
24 - Do you still watch kiddie shows or tv shows?
Sitcoms, Americas next top model. <3
25 - What's on your wall?
I have my naked man wall (They all have their decency protected!) And the photos wall, fans everywhere of course... random funny cards on my door.
26 - What are you?
A scorpio?...
27 - Do you speak any other language?
Womanese.
28 - What's your favorite smell?
Vanilla, or boyfriend after freshly showered.... Oh yum.
29 - Describe your life in one word.
Moretipsandturnsthanafuckingrollercoasterman!
30 - Have you ever kissed in the rain?
Yes it was gorgeous. <3
31 - What are you thinking about right now?
Bridget Jones... American men in dungarees chopping wood and drinking cans of coke....uhhhh...
33 - What should you be doing?
Probably work. Or writing a story or like talking to my boyfriend instead of this man who insists on working out on camera for me. Do I mind?... HELLO is the sky BLUE?!?!
34 - Who was the last being that made you upset/angry?
Friends turning out to be secret bitches even though they should own testicles.
35 - How often do you talk to God?
Actually getting more often, just you know when I'm feeling desperado.
37 - If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?
Oh don't know.
39 - What is your natural hair color?
Dark brown. What you see is what you get.
40 - What are you terrible at?
Geography. I just don't care.
40 Secrets about yourself.
Be honest no matter what...
1 - Have you ever been asked out?
Duh, I'm a sex GODDESS! (Self-esteem has improved noticeably)
2 - Where was your avatar picture taken?
My bedroom at dads, getting creative with my legs and a window.
3 - What is your middle name?
Joy - How ironic! I just said "With joy that is." up there, look!
4 - Your current relationship status?
In love. The big L word, I'm thinking going out to dinner and sexy underwear shopping.
5 - Does your crush like you back?
I should bloody well hope so!
6 - What is your current mood?
Current mood would be classed as overly content with life.
7 - What color underwear are you wearing?
(checking) Oooh a very Swedish Milkmaid number. White with red lace trim. Cute!
8 - What color shirt are you wearing?
Red vest top.
9 - Missing something?
Psychic computer! I'm not wearing a watch.
10 - If you could go back in time and change something, what would you do?
I would go back and oh I don't know, not be a cheating bitch?
11 - If you must be an animal for one day, what and why?
A bird of some sort. I want to fly.
12 - Ever had a near death experience?
I guess you could call my telling mum I'm having sex a near death experience.
13 - Something you do a lot?
Laugh. So much.
14 - The song stuck in your head?
Currently on a jukebox jumble.
15 - Who did you copy and paste this from?
Lolli, as mentioned.
16 - Name someone who has the same birthday as you.
My boyfriend!
17 - When was the last time you cried?
Properly cried about a week ago, watery eyes yesterday.
18 - Have you ever sang in front of a large audience?
no.... No defo not.
19 - If you could have one super power what would it be?
Reading minds.
20 - What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Usually what they are wearing, then like jawline and build. If they are smiling at me.
21 - What do you usually order from Starbucks?
Air.
22 - What's your biggest secret?
Now then, it wouldn't be a secret would it?
23 - Favorite color?
Currently red/purple.
24 - Do you still watch kiddie shows or tv shows?
Sitcoms, Americas next top model. <3
25 - What's on your wall?
I have my naked man wall (They all have their decency protected!) And the photos wall, fans everywhere of course... random funny cards on my door.
26 - What are you?
A scorpio?...
27 - Do you speak any other language?
Womanese.
28 - What's your favorite smell?
Vanilla, or boyfriend after freshly showered.... Oh yum.
29 - Describe your life in one word.
Moretipsandturnsthanafuckingrollercoasterman!
30 - Have you ever kissed in the rain?
Yes it was gorgeous. <3
31 - What are you thinking about right now?
Bridget Jones... American men in dungarees chopping wood and drinking cans of coke....uhhhh...
33 - What should you be doing?
Probably work. Or writing a story or like talking to my boyfriend instead of this man who insists on working out on camera for me. Do I mind?... HELLO is the sky BLUE?!?!
34 - Who was the last being that made you upset/angry?
Friends turning out to be secret bitches even though they should own testicles.
35 - How often do you talk to God?
Actually getting more often, just you know when I'm feeling desperado.
37 - If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?
Oh don't know.
39 - What is your natural hair color?
Dark brown. What you see is what you get.
40 - What are you terrible at?
Geography. I just don't care.
Saturday, 23 January 2010
My Day - Episode Nine
Today is Saturday for all you people who can't look at a calender and work it out for yourselves!
You know what, I'm feeling so nice I'll throw in yesterday as well.
YESTERDAY
Friday, school as usual. I was a pretty crappy mood due to people saying I'm a horrible person and having terrible first impressions of me, so I went home pretty depressed to be honest and the night was full of candles and chopsticks, in a safe way. I watched a heck of a lot of True Blood, cried when one character died and then was vaguely dissapointed that another hot one died (gory, amazing.). I basically watched so much True Blood I was thinking in a South American accent and my eyes were watering from staring in complete intensity. Then I cried some more in a complete depressive state and went to bed.
TODAY
Writing yesterdays strange antics down to a hormonal and mental imbalance today was a fresh plate. I woke up, had a yummy breakfast without worrying about calories (much) and then got the bus into town with my sister, who then did her own thing while I went shopping with the Thin One. Let's just say he is a crap shopper, but still good company. I got this dress I have been price-watching for ages and it finally got down to a tenner so I snapped it up. It's gorgeous, very gothic japanese maidy with a touch of amazing silkyness and ruffles. And the Thin One got jeans, belt, jumpers. We reminisced about the old days in Science in like year Ten and how unbelievable Boyfriends story of how long he liked me is. We also figured that the other guy in science most likely fancied me before Boyfriend did, as he was the first to inquire as to whether Thin One was flirting with me or not. Surpise Surpise! (He was a dickhead, ignored me for a month without reason and never ever explained why, arrogant cock. I'm glad he never made a move in any way shape or form, I think I may have been sick on him.)
So anyways, then I come home, parade around in my pretty dress and do a catwalk to get Mum's valued opinion (she approves, suggests going out for dinner for dreaded V day with Boyfriend.) Then go on my computer. And here is the shocker guys.
MY INTERNET STOPPED WORKING! It would not work, wouldn't switch on or connect and I was just about ready to have a heart attack. But it was okay, it might go away and I had a book to read. So I settled down to reading Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke (Third in a triology, much recommend for getting in touch with inner fairytale lover.) I read for about five hours straight, finished book, had dinner. (Lasagna. I should stop with the parenthesis.) Tried to turn on the internet again, still failed. So I consulted fellow nerd Sister and she said "Do a system restore." and Voila! I'm back!
It may have only been a few hours away from being connected with the universe but I was severly worried! How on earth would I read Belle de Jours blog or check Facebook or go on spotify!! or write here!?!?!
Calm now people. It's okay, I'm back, my mental breakdown is over and hopefully my posts should be a lot cheerier!
You know what, I'm feeling so nice I'll throw in yesterday as well.
YESTERDAY
Friday, school as usual. I was a pretty crappy mood due to people saying I'm a horrible person and having terrible first impressions of me, so I went home pretty depressed to be honest and the night was full of candles and chopsticks, in a safe way. I watched a heck of a lot of True Blood, cried when one character died and then was vaguely dissapointed that another hot one died (gory, amazing.). I basically watched so much True Blood I was thinking in a South American accent and my eyes were watering from staring in complete intensity. Then I cried some more in a complete depressive state and went to bed.
TODAY
Writing yesterdays strange antics down to a hormonal and mental imbalance today was a fresh plate. I woke up, had a yummy breakfast without worrying about calories (much) and then got the bus into town with my sister, who then did her own thing while I went shopping with the Thin One. Let's just say he is a crap shopper, but still good company. I got this dress I have been price-watching for ages and it finally got down to a tenner so I snapped it up. It's gorgeous, very gothic japanese maidy with a touch of amazing silkyness and ruffles. And the Thin One got jeans, belt, jumpers. We reminisced about the old days in Science in like year Ten and how unbelievable Boyfriends story of how long he liked me is. We also figured that the other guy in science most likely fancied me before Boyfriend did, as he was the first to inquire as to whether Thin One was flirting with me or not. Surpise Surpise! (He was a dickhead, ignored me for a month without reason and never ever explained why, arrogant cock. I'm glad he never made a move in any way shape or form, I think I may have been sick on him.)
So anyways, then I come home, parade around in my pretty dress and do a catwalk to get Mum's valued opinion (she approves, suggests going out for dinner for dreaded V day with Boyfriend.) Then go on my computer. And here is the shocker guys.
MY INTERNET STOPPED WORKING! It would not work, wouldn't switch on or connect and I was just about ready to have a heart attack. But it was okay, it might go away and I had a book to read. So I settled down to reading Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke (Third in a triology, much recommend for getting in touch with inner fairytale lover.) I read for about five hours straight, finished book, had dinner. (Lasagna. I should stop with the parenthesis.) Tried to turn on the internet again, still failed. So I consulted fellow nerd Sister and she said "Do a system restore." and Voila! I'm back!
It may have only been a few hours away from being connected with the universe but I was severly worried! How on earth would I read Belle de Jours blog or check Facebook or go on spotify!! or write here!?!?!
Calm now people. It's okay, I'm back, my mental breakdown is over and hopefully my posts should be a lot cheerier!
Friday, 22 January 2010
True Blood Versus Life
Round One!
At the moment I feel down in the dumps. I recently found out that people have in the past judged me as cold and predatory, people who I thought had had only good opinions of me had at one point disliked me to a point of cold hatred.
True Blood = Escapism from crappy life.
Round One goes to True Blood.
Round Two!
True Blood books Sookie Stackhouse series are too expensive to buy, causing frustrations at something I want and can't have. And I may have ruined all books by watching the whole of series one and two.
Even though these other people have put a downer on my sense of ideal friendshps I do have those who come through for me, the unexpected ones from out of the blue give me a sense on hope.
Round Two to Life
Round Three!
Recently started to notice the fact I am disfigured and imperfect being, it's getting under my skin or to be accurate, on. Hating self-image, hating boyfriends little annoyances and just full of hate.
True Blood is more fucked up then my life and provides comfort and support is reassuring me that I may actually be relatively normal....maybe.
Round Three to True Blood!
And the winner is True Blood. When the going gets tough... The tough watch True Blood. <3
At the moment I feel down in the dumps. I recently found out that people have in the past judged me as cold and predatory, people who I thought had had only good opinions of me had at one point disliked me to a point of cold hatred.
True Blood = Escapism from crappy life.
Round One goes to True Blood.
Round Two!
True Blood books Sookie Stackhouse series are too expensive to buy, causing frustrations at something I want and can't have. And I may have ruined all books by watching the whole of series one and two.
Even though these other people have put a downer on my sense of ideal friendshps I do have those who come through for me, the unexpected ones from out of the blue give me a sense on hope.
Round Two to Life
Round Three!
Recently started to notice the fact I am disfigured and imperfect being, it's getting under my skin or to be accurate, on. Hating self-image, hating boyfriends little annoyances and just full of hate.
True Blood is more fucked up then my life and provides comfort and support is reassuring me that I may actually be relatively normal....maybe.
Round Three to True Blood!
And the winner is True Blood. When the going gets tough... The tough watch True Blood. <3
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
Pardon?
This is beginning to get rather boring: I feel as if I cannot hear. The hearing in my right ear has degenerated quite badly, reminiscent of my childhood where I was shoved in a booth with headphones to listen to bleeps and press buttons until they realised (like I had been saying for days) that I couldn't hear that well.
I have finally managed to get Mums, Sisters and my own arse in gear in booking things. I have finally booked an opticians appointment AND another appointment to go see the doctor, woo....go me.
Other than that, an unhealthy fixation on my image/weight/figure is taking hold, I can feel it's metaphorical nails digging into my shoulders and ingraining itself in my otherwise engaged brain. Bridget Jones Diaries do not help as she is obsessive over food and I will most likely absorb this character trait.
Also my rather psychologically unsound cousin has stopped eating and a young boy at my bustop has started a diet and keep telling me of his weightloss which I am jelous of. I'll be counting calories next. (1575 but hey, who cares right?)
Gaining confidence in my teaching. I'm leading a review 5 minute thing in biology and in the english class I teach I will be leading small activities with a section of a class with L.S.
So anyways life goes on, crazy as it is.
Ciao.
I have finally managed to get Mums, Sisters and my own arse in gear in booking things. I have finally booked an opticians appointment AND another appointment to go see the doctor, woo....go me.
Other than that, an unhealthy fixation on my image/weight/figure is taking hold, I can feel it's metaphorical nails digging into my shoulders and ingraining itself in my otherwise engaged brain. Bridget Jones Diaries do not help as she is obsessive over food and I will most likely absorb this character trait.
Also my rather psychologically unsound cousin has stopped eating and a young boy at my bustop has started a diet and keep telling me of his weightloss which I am jelous of. I'll be counting calories next. (1575 but hey, who cares right?)
Gaining confidence in my teaching. I'm leading a review 5 minute thing in biology and in the english class I teach I will be leading small activities with a section of a class with L.S.
So anyways life goes on, crazy as it is.
Ciao.
Monday, 18 January 2010
My Day - Episode Eight
Well, it's been a while since I've done one of these posts. I tend to ramble off into something completely off-topic or let off some creative steam in a poem or stupid song. So here we go, back to reality.
Today I woke up and realised my hair was a birds nest so my first challenge of the day was to tackle that. I think I was successful - No crazed looks from randomers and odd comments from friends.
School is school but it was nice to feel my bag so light now that all the revision books that I lugged around are gone. Wooo! Although now we've moved on to coursework in English and Bio is totally new and according to Fungi, going to pretty damn hard.
Curltop is no longer curltop, as soon as I give him that name he gets his hair cut! Just my luck! So yeah now Curltop will revert back to being H.S until I can think of a more suitable nickname for him. Oh and Fungi is a fun guy, J.H. Just to let you know.
So anyways Bio was fine, Psych was good as we dabbled in schizophrenia and abnormality, English sucked as we start coursework and Philosophy actually kept my attention (we watched a documentary on religion and science). Then I had a structured study where I was meant to come up with a 1000 word essay and barely pushed 400 - fail.
Today I: - Rediscovered stumbleupon.com, a great way to waste time and discover new sites based on what you like. So many random facts learnt from this.
- Had a great cup of tea
- Wondered if my bum geniunely looked big in those trousers
- Concluded it did and I didn't care that much
- Tried to get ahead on my homework and ended up watching lonelygirl15 summary, no idea how that happened.
- Had a great text conversation with a friend
- Got a headache
- Managed to melt heatproof plastic in the oven
- Discovered that LowLow tastes pretty darn good even thought it's a third less fat
- Wished my nails were longer so I could give myself a darn good french manicure
- Wondered what it would be like to date one of my friends and concluded it would most likely be nice, but still weird.
And all in one day! I wonder what tommorow will bring?
Today I woke up and realised my hair was a birds nest so my first challenge of the day was to tackle that. I think I was successful - No crazed looks from randomers and odd comments from friends.
School is school but it was nice to feel my bag so light now that all the revision books that I lugged around are gone. Wooo! Although now we've moved on to coursework in English and Bio is totally new and according to Fungi, going to pretty damn hard.
Curltop is no longer curltop, as soon as I give him that name he gets his hair cut! Just my luck! So yeah now Curltop will revert back to being H.S until I can think of a more suitable nickname for him. Oh and Fungi is a fun guy, J.H. Just to let you know.
So anyways Bio was fine, Psych was good as we dabbled in schizophrenia and abnormality, English sucked as we start coursework and Philosophy actually kept my attention (we watched a documentary on religion and science). Then I had a structured study where I was meant to come up with a 1000 word essay and barely pushed 400 - fail.
Today I: - Rediscovered stumbleupon.com, a great way to waste time and discover new sites based on what you like. So many random facts learnt from this.
- Had a great cup of tea
- Wondered if my bum geniunely looked big in those trousers
- Concluded it did and I didn't care that much
- Tried to get ahead on my homework and ended up watching lonelygirl15 summary, no idea how that happened.
- Had a great text conversation with a friend
- Got a headache
- Managed to melt heatproof plastic in the oven
- Discovered that LowLow tastes pretty darn good even thought it's a third less fat
- Wished my nails were longer so I could give myself a darn good french manicure
- Wondered what it would be like to date one of my friends and concluded it would most likely be nice, but still weird.
And all in one day! I wonder what tommorow will bring?
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Big Mouth!
What the heck is wrong with me?
I cannot answer a question dishonestly to friends. I can lie to a perfect stranger pretty convincingly or if needs be to someone I know if it's to protect something. But if a friend asks me a question and complete honesty, I just blurt all.
I basically just admitted a heck of a lot of stuff to most of my friends which I sooooo shouldn't have.
One friend looked totally freaked at my answers like they were totally uncomfortable with being there and disgraced by our behaviour.
Luckily Curltop was missing and that one person probably would have made me hold my tongue, I can't open up as much with them around. I think they judge me.
But yeah, I had a nice time round the Thin One's house where this whole thing happened. Happy Birthday to him by the way. I thought it was going to be a replay of when we went to P. Diddy's house and just watched big bang theory for ages and didn't actually talk but actually after we moved into a cooler area people began to chat and the Tv was ignored. Even the Thin One's porn collection got ignored after a while.
Oh and Creep and the Boyfriend seemed to have become friends a little better. Boyfriend may still hold a mini grudge against him but he's been a darling and playing nice.
I cannot answer a question dishonestly to friends. I can lie to a perfect stranger pretty convincingly or if needs be to someone I know if it's to protect something. But if a friend asks me a question and complete honesty, I just blurt all.
I basically just admitted a heck of a lot of stuff to most of my friends which I sooooo shouldn't have.
One friend looked totally freaked at my answers like they were totally uncomfortable with being there and disgraced by our behaviour.
Luckily Curltop was missing and that one person probably would have made me hold my tongue, I can't open up as much with them around. I think they judge me.
But yeah, I had a nice time round the Thin One's house where this whole thing happened. Happy Birthday to him by the way. I thought it was going to be a replay of when we went to P. Diddy's house and just watched big bang theory for ages and didn't actually talk but actually after we moved into a cooler area people began to chat and the Tv was ignored. Even the Thin One's porn collection got ignored after a while.
Oh and Creep and the Boyfriend seemed to have become friends a little better. Boyfriend may still hold a mini grudge against him but he's been a darling and playing nice.
Thursday, 14 January 2010
Poetry in Motion
There once was a girl. Many stories start with something as simple as one person, one person in billions and billions who has a story to tell. Sometimes the story is dramatic or even melodramatic, it could be happy or sad but most stories are written to tap into your heart and scrawl something new.
This girl was nothing spectacular. Hair that was only just brown in the light and eyes that became totally black in the dark, skin a faint gold that fades into a pale pink-yellow in the winter, the cold pinching her cheeks until they shone red.
It was winter where this story stands although it is being written every minute of every hour of every day. Today she walks, wind biting her lips and making it hard. She bites the insides of her cheeks as she does every day, a nervous habit that has now slipped into a boredom habit. Walking steadily she hobbled across the icy road where the snow was compacted and black with the dirt of too many tyres.She didn't like the snow, it only caused disruption where it fell and it always spent too long fading away. Not to mention snow days were rare due to the absolute determined opening of the school. That's where she was headed.
Such a miserable place, full of measuring people up to someone elses standards. You could only feel like you had achieved something if someone else told you that you had. Could they measure wit? Or creative flair? Or a good sense of humour? She thought not, and those were the things that mattered in a person; at least to her they were.
But there was one thing spurring her on in this repeated journey to and from school. A boy, or rather a man. Perhaps both. Someone stuck in that unnamable stage of maturity, where the innocence of childhood has faded but they haven't yet been stained with the cynicism of adulthood. A beautiful stage she thought. Many of the stories she read were based on people in this stage, growing through experiences rather than time. She was in love with this person, or so she suspected.
When they were together it was comfortable whether words were said or not. When they were apart a faint longing touched their minds no matter what they were doing. He accepted her; chips on each shoulder and all. She could be raw and honest with him and he smiled with his blue eyes and would stroke her hand claiming that it didn't matter.
But most of all he forgave her. Forgiveness is the one thing that can solidify love. If someone can accept your mistake, your broken being, and continue to love you all the same; that is love. And that is what he did. She had expected to see an accusing look in his eye asking 'Why?' but she was wrong. His eyes were clear as water and held only an affectionate sympathy for her.
They shared their pain. His of the betrayal he overcame and hers of the mistakes that would forever cast a shadow over her life. But at least someone would step into the shadow to be with her.
xx
Keep writing your life story people.
This girl was nothing spectacular. Hair that was only just brown in the light and eyes that became totally black in the dark, skin a faint gold that fades into a pale pink-yellow in the winter, the cold pinching her cheeks until they shone red.
It was winter where this story stands although it is being written every minute of every hour of every day. Today she walks, wind biting her lips and making it hard. She bites the insides of her cheeks as she does every day, a nervous habit that has now slipped into a boredom habit. Walking steadily she hobbled across the icy road where the snow was compacted and black with the dirt of too many tyres.She didn't like the snow, it only caused disruption where it fell and it always spent too long fading away. Not to mention snow days were rare due to the absolute determined opening of the school. That's where she was headed.
Such a miserable place, full of measuring people up to someone elses standards. You could only feel like you had achieved something if someone else told you that you had. Could they measure wit? Or creative flair? Or a good sense of humour? She thought not, and those were the things that mattered in a person; at least to her they were.
But there was one thing spurring her on in this repeated journey to and from school. A boy, or rather a man. Perhaps both. Someone stuck in that unnamable stage of maturity, where the innocence of childhood has faded but they haven't yet been stained with the cynicism of adulthood. A beautiful stage she thought. Many of the stories she read were based on people in this stage, growing through experiences rather than time. She was in love with this person, or so she suspected.
When they were together it was comfortable whether words were said or not. When they were apart a faint longing touched their minds no matter what they were doing. He accepted her; chips on each shoulder and all. She could be raw and honest with him and he smiled with his blue eyes and would stroke her hand claiming that it didn't matter.
But most of all he forgave her. Forgiveness is the one thing that can solidify love. If someone can accept your mistake, your broken being, and continue to love you all the same; that is love. And that is what he did. She had expected to see an accusing look in his eye asking 'Why?' but she was wrong. His eyes were clear as water and held only an affectionate sympathy for her.
They shared their pain. His of the betrayal he overcame and hers of the mistakes that would forever cast a shadow over her life. But at least someone would step into the shadow to be with her.
xx
Keep writing your life story people.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
"Haze"
On my little igoogle page I have a little weather widget which tells me the forecast and like temperature.
Next to 'Current:' It said 'Haze'. Like Hazy or Hail but Haze.
When someone asks "What's the weather like over there?" Not ever have I heard someone say "Haze."
Although that's sort of how I feel at the moment. Revision for two subjects muddles my mind until I finally managed to separate it into two catagories. Now I've done one exam and the other is tommorow (Wish me luck) and my mind is all full of haze and mess!
Not to mention I had an arguement with my mum, tears on my side only this time but shouting on both. Really it was just a case of me being tense and stress and mum interpreting what I'd said to something really trivial and completely different to what I meant. Then of course I couldn't get a word in edgeways, so I raised my voice and she did to. It escalated and got blown way out of proportion.
After I'd confined myself to my room for a considerable amount of time to calm down, we talked it over like we usually do and it turned out that actually I just didn't want to eat the soup.
So there ya go.
Next to 'Current:' It said 'Haze'. Like Hazy or Hail but Haze.
When someone asks "What's the weather like over there?" Not ever have I heard someone say "Haze."
Although that's sort of how I feel at the moment. Revision for two subjects muddles my mind until I finally managed to separate it into two catagories. Now I've done one exam and the other is tommorow (Wish me luck) and my mind is all full of haze and mess!
Not to mention I had an arguement with my mum, tears on my side only this time but shouting on both. Really it was just a case of me being tense and stress and mum interpreting what I'd said to something really trivial and completely different to what I meant. Then of course I couldn't get a word in edgeways, so I raised my voice and she did to. It escalated and got blown way out of proportion.
After I'd confined myself to my room for a considerable amount of time to calm down, we talked it over like we usually do and it turned out that actually I just didn't want to eat the soup.
So there ya go.
Saturday, 9 January 2010
New Story - Chapter 1
It was the height of summer 2013. The world had finally declared peace and all weapons had been completely abolished, small groups that wanted to change the ideals of their country were being hushed and quietly dealt with before the media caught on and caused mass panic. All of the nations were working together to save the world, scientists everywhere were being called to try and come up with new fuel ideas, their funding almost unlimited. It had seemed that progress was finally on its way.
Amongst this was a school for gifted children. Although the name might suggest that these children were academically above the average, it was in fact something completely different. Only those who attended the school or received an invitation knew what the ‘gifted’ really meant. It meant those who were a new model of human, above average in talents and skills and have been given a special genetic ‘gift’ through whatever means. Some were born with a power that developed as they did, for example one boy could speak to animals and on occasion (when they cooperated) ask them to do his bidding. His parents had only realised this when he began chatting to a dog in a language they couldn’t understand and the dog then ‘spoke’ back. Needless to say, the shock almost killed both of them. Some other children were picked up by scientists at birth, through ethical and sometimes unethical means. Some had been taken as soon as they were born and the mother told it was a still birth. Some were given away by teen mothers who thought they were furthering research into genetic diseases. These children all had a past that was abnormal to any other child’s and a future that was far from what they expected.
The school was founded many years ago by one of the most powerful gifted known to have existed. Jerome Dupree. Jerome had the ability to make people believe things. He had made his mother believe she had never had a child when he was only a few years old, resulting in him being taken to an orphanage and told he had no parents. His powers grew to obscene levels and so did his aspirations. His bank believed he was a millionaire so he opened a school; ‘Dupree’s School for the Gifted’. The nature of gifted children meant they were usually given away or rejected by families who thought that the children were a danger to all around them. They were easy to track and invite to the boarding school, giving the parents a welcome break.
Currently the school housed probably around fifty children, varying in ages from only a few years old to about twenty and of course there were a few teachers. One of those teachers was Muraki Daijo, who taught the biological side of things due to his impressive knowledge of pretty much everything there was to see. He used to be a scientist, looking into genetic mutations when a rat had kicked a syringe he was using into his own eye. The concoction had mutated his eye beyond the normal boundaries of ‘good vision’ and he had joined the ranks of many gifted humans. At the current moment in time Muraki was enjoying a cup of sweet tea in his office before the weekly quick check-ups of a few students. His shoes were dangling off his toes, revealing plum coloured socks to match his mutated eye’s iris. He wore white mostly, the purity of it was so refreshing and he had to admit, he was a little obsessively clean. He sipped his tea, his eye roaming the surroundings, watching children play in the enclosed courtyard, balls of electrical energy being thrown and then blocked by force fields of impenetrable materials. He sighed and placed his cup on the desk.
“Children, they play and play until someone gets hurt and then blame us for not stopping them, yet when we stop them we are the bad guys.” He rolled his eye completely round in his socket, keeping it fixated on the children, they were a few corridors away and he wasn’t sure whether he could be bothered going to tell them off. Of course he could, he was a teacher.
He shuffled his shoes back onto his feet and flung open his office door, shocking the life out of the student who was sat facing it.
“Oh my! Viempar, you gave me such a shock sitting there!” Muraki exclaimed, his hand to his heart to stop it beating so erratically.
“Sorry Sir, you asked me to come for my check up today? I know I’m early, I don’t mind waiting for a while.” He tilted his head, his eyes unfocused and totally black all the way round the ball with a light grey centre. He was blind but hadn’t been born that way. He was one of the children that have been taken from their mother and said to have been a still born. Scientists had been experimenting with genetic hybrids of animals and humans and he had been one attempt. Vampire bat DNA had been infused with his and throughout his development he had gradually become an amalgam of the two species. Huge black wings with a span of over four metres and still growing, tiny sharp canines that had hollow canals leading straight into his circulatory system and of course, hearing that could hear way beyond the levels of the natural at the expense of his sight, which was completely eliminated.
“Um... Yes, I did. Well I still have around fifteen minutes and there are children playing a bit too roughly in the courtyard I have to deal with. I will be back in time for our appointment, I promise.”
“Children, they play and play until someone gets hurt and then blame us for not stopping them, yet when we stop them we are the bad guys.” He rolled his eye completely round in his socket, keeping it fixated on the children, they were a few corridors away and he wasn’t sure whether he could be bothered going to tell them off. Of course he could, he was a teacher.
He shuffled his shoes back onto his feet and flung open his office door, shocking the life out of the student who was sat facing it.
“Oh my! Viempar, you gave me such a shock sitting there!” Muraki exclaimed, his hand to his heart to stop it beating so erratically.
“Sorry Sir, you asked me to come for my check up today? I know I’m early, I don’t mind waiting for a while.” He tilted his head, his eyes unfocused and totally black all the way round the ball with a light grey centre. He was blind but hadn’t been born that way. He was one of the children that have been taken from their mother and said to have been a still born. Scientists had been experimenting with genetic hybrids of animals and humans and he had been one attempt. Vampire bat DNA had been infused with his and throughout his development he had gradually become an amalgam of the two species. Huge black wings with a span of over four metres and still growing, tiny sharp canines that had hollow canals leading straight into his circulatory system and of course, hearing that could hear way beyond the levels of the natural at the expense of his sight, which was completely eliminated.
“Um... Yes, I did. Well I still have around fifteen minutes and there are children playing a bit too roughly in the courtyard I have to deal with. I will be back in time for our appointment, I promise.”
Muraki bustled off, leaving Vi sitting outside his office patiently. He listened to the commotion in the courtyard and Muraki’s footsteps and muttering as he approached the scene. A care in the distance was approaching and Vi touched his watch to check the time. He had removed the glass face so the hands were touchable and he could tell from the position what the time was.
He had time to check what was happening. Rising from his seat he shook out his wings, opening them to touch the sides of the corridor and closing them against tight against his body. His hand ran along the wall, waiting for the handle to hit it.
He opened the front door and stood outside feeling the warm breeze of Summer’s air rush through his chin-length hair, whipping it across his cheeks. The people in the car were yelling at each other from what he could hear. Focusing hard the sounds became as clear as if he were right between them.
He had time to check what was happening. Rising from his seat he shook out his wings, opening them to touch the sides of the corridor and closing them against tight against his body. His hand ran along the wall, waiting for the handle to hit it.
He opened the front door and stood outside feeling the warm breeze of Summer’s air rush through his chin-length hair, whipping it across his cheeks. The people in the car were yelling at each other from what he could hear. Focusing hard the sounds became as clear as if he were right between them.
“...fucking school is in the middle of nowhere! Lucky the general public won’t have to see your ugly face regularly.” A deep, gruff voice mumbled.
“I got my genetics from you, father, So if I’m even vaguely ugly you are millions of times more!”
“Fuck off did you get anything from me! You’re a freak of nature, you were a mistake for me and your...”
“DON’T MENTION HER!” The younger voice interrupted brashly.
“mother! You killed that woman! You drove her to her suicide with your freakish..” He was cut off by the younger boy screaming his words right next to the driver’s ear.
“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME A FREAK!” He yelled hard, almost trying to break the eardrum of his father.
The car door opened and a teenage boy practically leapt out of the car. His suitcase was thrown after him, along with the letter that had bought him to this school.
“Fucking freak.” The man muttered as the boy slammed the car door shut. The car began to drive off quickly, the wheels spinning up dust in the gravel.
“Fuck off did you get anything from me! You’re a freak of nature, you were a mistake for me and your...”
“DON’T MENTION HER!” The younger voice interrupted brashly.
“mother! You killed that woman! You drove her to her suicide with your freakish..” He was cut off by the younger boy screaming his words right next to the driver’s ear.
“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME A FREAK!” He yelled hard, almost trying to break the eardrum of his father.
The car door opened and a teenage boy practically leapt out of the car. His suitcase was thrown after him, along with the letter that had bought him to this school.
“Fucking freak.” The man muttered as the boy slammed the car door shut. The car began to drive off quickly, the wheels spinning up dust in the gravel.
“Better a freak than a fucking FAILURE!” He made a gun shape with his hand and pointed at the car wheels. As he pushed his thumb down he made a shot noise with his mouth. Metal seeped quickly out of the tips of his two fingers and hardened in a bullet shape. Instantaneously it shot from the boys hand and slammed into all four wheels of the car in sequence, puncturing each one and sending the car skidding sideways in the gate.
“FUCK!” Vi heard the man curse loudly, smacking his palm into the steering wheel. He got out and began to inspect the damage.
Vi heard someone’s feet smacking on the gravel as they ran past the boy and towards the car to help. It was Muraki, going to calm the man and sort out another mess caused by someone else.
“FUCK!” Vi heard the man curse loudly, smacking his palm into the steering wheel. He got out and began to inspect the damage.
Vi heard someone’s feet smacking on the gravel as they ran past the boy and towards the car to help. It was Muraki, going to calm the man and sort out another mess caused by someone else.
The boy span to look at Vi who’s eyes were wide open at amazement of what he had heard.
“You looking at me?” The boy said, causing Vi’s wings to rustle with discontent and nerves.
“How could I be?” Vi said, holding his ground as the boy approached.
“You’re looking right at me.” The boy said calmly now that his father was taken care of. “Man you’ve got weird eyes. Black as a black thing.”
“They don’t work.” Vi said glumly and the boy averted his eyes with embarrassment.
“Man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean..”
“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” Vi shrugged nonchalantly, listening to Muraki babbling at the man across the courtyard. He turned away and went back inside, walking quickly back to his seat outside Muraki’s office.
“How could I be?” Vi said, holding his ground as the boy approached.
“You’re looking right at me.” The boy said calmly now that his father was taken care of. “Man you’ve got weird eyes. Black as a black thing.”
“They don’t work.” Vi said glumly and the boy averted his eyes with embarrassment.
“Man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean..”
“It’s okay. I’m used to it.” Vi shrugged nonchalantly, listening to Muraki babbling at the man across the courtyard. He turned away and went back inside, walking quickly back to his seat outside Muraki’s office.
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
Current Obsessions
I go through phases of being obsessed with things and then completely forgetting about them like a couple of weeks later.
At the moment I'm obsessed with quite a few things:
True Blood - This has taken over my obsession of anime and twilight and even my books are on hold when I'm watching a stint of this.I keep slipping into this accent which is just so fun to do! Although I do get stuck in it every now and again.
Making Lists - Revising means that I'm making more lists than ever. I'm usually too busy making lists of what to revise in order of urgency to actually revise anything!
Diaries - I'm always in love with them but whenever I have my next diary lined up I become a diary finatic, trying to fill up pages to move to the next beautiful book.
Underwear - I think this might be just me, but I read in Nikki Gemmells book - Pleasure that wearing gorgeous underwear rocks for many reasons. 1. It makes you feel sexy all day. 2. Kicking ass with frilly knickers on gives you a kick. 3. Gives you a mental edge, Think "If only they knew what knickers I have on." 4. It reminds you that you're female in a male-dominated world. To put it simply, I LOVE pretty underwear!
Drinking Water - Aka My newest health kick. I'm also trying to cut down on fatty things like butter, cheese, fatty meats and trying to fill up on stodgier things like noodles, pasta and potatoes. (In the words of Regina George from Mean Girls "I wanna loose three pounds..." XD.) Yeah but I drink a bottle of water plus any extras guarenteed every day. As I'm talking there are four water bottles in front of me from the past four days I've been home. ^^
Guy's bums - No idea where this has sprouted from! Probably being back in school gives me an excuse to watch guys nice little bums as they walk down the corridor in front of me. Woah I sound like a creep. In a nice way, like I'm admiring, not like putting away images for wank bank: that IS weird.
Nails - This is definately a reoccuring obsession, I go through this like once a month where I will specifically take care of my nails like religiously. I have to cut, file, take nail polish off, moisturise, put nail polish on, touch up and then put my new Sally Hansen strengthening top coat on. Surprisingly, this relaxes me.
So yeah, those are my recent weird things I'm taking way too seriously.
Belle Out.
Word.
At the moment I'm obsessed with quite a few things:
True Blood - This has taken over my obsession of anime and twilight and even my books are on hold when I'm watching a stint of this.I keep slipping into this accent which is just so fun to do! Although I do get stuck in it every now and again.
Making Lists - Revising means that I'm making more lists than ever. I'm usually too busy making lists of what to revise in order of urgency to actually revise anything!
Diaries - I'm always in love with them but whenever I have my next diary lined up I become a diary finatic, trying to fill up pages to move to the next beautiful book.
Underwear - I think this might be just me, but I read in Nikki Gemmells book - Pleasure that wearing gorgeous underwear rocks for many reasons. 1. It makes you feel sexy all day. 2. Kicking ass with frilly knickers on gives you a kick. 3. Gives you a mental edge, Think "If only they knew what knickers I have on." 4. It reminds you that you're female in a male-dominated world. To put it simply, I LOVE pretty underwear!
Drinking Water - Aka My newest health kick. I'm also trying to cut down on fatty things like butter, cheese, fatty meats and trying to fill up on stodgier things like noodles, pasta and potatoes. (In the words of Regina George from Mean Girls "I wanna loose three pounds..." XD.) Yeah but I drink a bottle of water plus any extras guarenteed every day. As I'm talking there are four water bottles in front of me from the past four days I've been home. ^^
Guy's bums - No idea where this has sprouted from! Probably being back in school gives me an excuse to watch guys nice little bums as they walk down the corridor in front of me. Woah I sound like a creep. In a nice way, like I'm admiring, not like putting away images for wank bank: that IS weird.
Nails - This is definately a reoccuring obsession, I go through this like once a month where I will specifically take care of my nails like religiously. I have to cut, file, take nail polish off, moisturise, put nail polish on, touch up and then put my new Sally Hansen strengthening top coat on. Surprisingly, this relaxes me.
So yeah, those are my recent weird things I'm taking way too seriously.
Belle Out.
Word.
Monday, 4 January 2010
I like your Kangaroo!
For ultimate humour sing in your best Australian accent to Bodyrockers - I like the way you move!
There's so many things i like about you, I..
I just don't know where to begin,
I like the way you, look at me with those booutiful eyes,
I like the way you, have toned thighs,
I like the way you, play your sport,
I like the way your shrimp get caught,
I like the way you, wear cork hats,
I like the way you, may eat some rats...
I like the way you, get sun bleached blonde hair,
I like the way you, squnit from sun glare,
I like the way you, don't wear much,
I like the way you, surf so much,
but most of all....
Yeah..
most of all....
I like your Kangaroo.....
I like your Kangaroo.....
I like the way you, get sun bleached blonde hair,
I like the way you, squint from glare,
I like the way you, don't wear much,
I like the way you, surf so much,
but most of all....
Yeah..
most of all....
I like your Kangaroo.....
I like your Kangaroo.....
I like the way you, get sun bleached blonde hair,
I like the way you, squint from glare,
I like the way you, don't wear much,
I like the way you, surf so much,
but most of all....
Yeah..
most of all....
I like your Kangaroo!
Too much spare time and creativity...
There's so many things i like about you, I..
I just don't know where to begin,
I like the way you, look at me with those booutiful eyes,
I like the way you, have toned thighs,
I like the way you, play your sport,
I like the way your shrimp get caught,
I like the way you, wear cork hats,
I like the way you, may eat some rats...
I like the way you, get sun bleached blonde hair,
I like the way you, squnit from sun glare,
I like the way you, don't wear much,
I like the way you, surf so much,
but most of all....
Yeah..
most of all....
I like your Kangaroo.....
I like your Kangaroo.....
I like the way you, get sun bleached blonde hair,
I like the way you, squint from glare,
I like the way you, don't wear much,
I like the way you, surf so much,
but most of all....
Yeah..
most of all....
I like your Kangaroo.....
I like your Kangaroo.....
I like the way you, get sun bleached blonde hair,
I like the way you, squint from glare,
I like the way you, don't wear much,
I like the way you, surf so much,
but most of all....
Yeah..
most of all....
I like your Kangaroo!
Too much spare time and creativity...
Sunday, 3 January 2010
Oh Dear...
I really should be revising. But I'm taking time out of revising to tell you that I suck at revising!
At least I'm trying to learn! I'm never going to make it all the way through this book in time for the mock exam tommorow. I will just fail impressively and count the number of characters in each question to waste time.
I SUCK
At least I'm trying to learn! I'm never going to make it all the way through this book in time for the mock exam tommorow. I will just fail impressively and count the number of characters in each question to waste time.
I SUCK
New Year Goals
It's the end of the decade where everything has happened, but I'm not a look-backer. I'm a forward-springer!
Too much has happened in the last decade. I went from 7 to 17 and frankly that's too much growth to list, and my list would be pretty darn depressing to be honest.
So instead, I am making goals that hopefully I will be able to aim towards and keep to throughout the whole of 2010 and maybe further!
1. Be more generous.
Towards the end of this year I started to do little acts of kindness. Lending books for longer without moaning, helping B.H organise her life, lending an ear to friends who needed it. It felt nice to be a little bit more giving, so I'm making it an official goal!
2. Take multivitamins.
Don't laugh, I swear taking that little beige pill makes my life more enriched, and I don't look as yellow.
3. Don't take people for a ride.
I have a tendancy of leading guys on and then going too far, leading in bad consequences and a horrific record for fidelity. So that's out the window and now I can say hello to a more faithful me. I've even started this. On occasions where I wanted to text someone I have refrained as it could have been misinterpreted as interest. Go me!
4. Try harder with my work.
The step up from GCSE to A-level was large and I haven't been putting in 100% into my work and I hope to give that little push that should get my target grades. I know I've got more to give academically - it's just finding the motivation to do it.
5. Take on more challenges.
I breeze through life thoo much, kindly refusing offers of trips to Africa and after school activities. This will start by taking on Belly Dancing with my mum and sis and hopefully sticking to it!
Too much has happened in the last decade. I went from 7 to 17 and frankly that's too much growth to list, and my list would be pretty darn depressing to be honest.
So instead, I am making goals that hopefully I will be able to aim towards and keep to throughout the whole of 2010 and maybe further!
1. Be more generous.
Towards the end of this year I started to do little acts of kindness. Lending books for longer without moaning, helping B.H organise her life, lending an ear to friends who needed it. It felt nice to be a little bit more giving, so I'm making it an official goal!
2. Take multivitamins.
Don't laugh, I swear taking that little beige pill makes my life more enriched, and I don't look as yellow.
3. Don't take people for a ride.
I have a tendancy of leading guys on and then going too far, leading in bad consequences and a horrific record for fidelity. So that's out the window and now I can say hello to a more faithful me. I've even started this. On occasions where I wanted to text someone I have refrained as it could have been misinterpreted as interest. Go me!
4. Try harder with my work.
The step up from GCSE to A-level was large and I haven't been putting in 100% into my work and I hope to give that little push that should get my target grades. I know I've got more to give academically - it's just finding the motivation to do it.
5. Take on more challenges.
I breeze through life thoo much, kindly refusing offers of trips to Africa and after school activities. This will start by taking on Belly Dancing with my mum and sis and hopefully sticking to it!
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