"I'm somewhat impulsive..."
"I'm somewhat impulsive..."
"I laugh in my sleep..."
"I laugh in my sleep..."
"I don't wear make up on weekends..."
"I don't wake up on weekends..."
"...That's just me."
Monday, 31 January 2011
I like.....this advert.
"I'm somewhat impulsive..."
"I laugh in my sleep..."
"I don't wake up on weekends..."
"...That's just me."
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Chapter Five.
Sibling Matters and Health Issues.
'When I move back here, things are gonna change.'
Really dear brother.....really? Because the way I see it, by the time you get down here it'll be the summer so I wont have many reasons to stay inside the house and have another set of rules, defined by you, to abide by.
I love you dearly and miss you when you're not here. But when you do visit it takes but a few hours for your arrogance to ensue and for me to want to give you a dead arm.
''Go away give me a chance to miss you...''
He only visited for a long weekend. I just wish that he could not be so...so....I can't think of the right word for him. It's not us that are going to have to change when you move back.....it's you. We've made our lives here and we're more than comfortable with how our days intertwine and move around eachother so we fit nicely in our home. It's just me and my parents in the house but we like how our lives work.
Maybe it's just me. I have an unconcious fear of change, the fear of the unknown. Or maybe its my nature to rebel against being told what to do. I hate it. I'm stubborn.
Tell me to do something and I will not do it just to annoy you or tell me I can't do something and I will do it just to prove you wrong.
It's not just my darling brother I'm concerned about.
'When I move back here, things are gonna change.'
Really dear brother.....really? Because the way I see it, by the time you get down here it'll be the summer so I wont have many reasons to stay inside the house and have another set of rules, defined by you, to abide by.
I love you dearly and miss you when you're not here. But when you do visit it takes but a few hours for your arrogance to ensue and for me to want to give you a dead arm.
''Go away give me a chance to miss you...''
He only visited for a long weekend. I just wish that he could not be so...so....I can't think of the right word for him. It's not us that are going to have to change when you move back.....it's you. We've made our lives here and we're more than comfortable with how our days intertwine and move around eachother so we fit nicely in our home. It's just me and my parents in the house but we like how our lives work.
Maybe it's just me. I have an unconcious fear of change, the fear of the unknown. Or maybe its my nature to rebel against being told what to do. I hate it. I'm stubborn.
Tell me to do something and I will not do it just to annoy you or tell me I can't do something and I will do it just to prove you wrong.
It's not just my darling brother I'm concerned about.
It's also my eldest sister. It's been wellllll over a year since her fiance split from her and she's still tied to him in any possible way. I try to stay out of it all. I got involved once before and I couldnt stand it any longer. It upset me to watch her self destruction through this adoration she still holds for him. It's true, you can't be complete friends with you ex's. There will always be complicated feelings and frustrations that you can't ressolve. There needs to be time. And a lot of it if you could ever be their friend again. And people between, others that you lent your feelings to so they dont all still belong to that ex when you come to meet them again.
I'm the only single girl in my friendship group...
Yeah I miss having some one to just kiss or to hug for no reason but that's all just a bunch of matter, I think for the moment I'd rather not have the complications.
I'm booked in for next Wednesday with Lloyds Pharmacy....Diabetes test.
It's something that has been in the back of my mind for a while. I've been noticing the classic symptoms for a long time now. I may have worked myself up a little bit but I just want to know now if that's another thing I'm going to have to battle. And if not then that's a little worry off my mind. It's not a big issue for me, I've dealt with needles a lot in the past. Blood tests, Depo injections and Tattoos. So a little prick to the finger shouldnt be so bad. I dont believe I'm a hypochondriac but it is strange how we can get ourselves so worked up when it comes to our health. Maybe its been programmed into us by the media or our over protective parents but it's just another thing on a long list to be concerned about.
more to follow.
Monday, 24 January 2011
Chapter Four.
Self Loathing and Curious Dreams.
I have just realised that it has been a very long time, like a really long time, and I know this is just normal female protocol, but all the same still a long time since I have liked a photo of myself.
I don't know if that has to do with putting on a stone or my hair never being particularly right or what? But lately I've struggled to find a decent pic that I feel happy with putting as my display picture on Facebook. I know that extremely addictive website isnt the be all and end all at all but there still that need to have a pleasing representation of yourself. Whom ever says that they don't care what people think of them is a liar. Everyone, females in particular have had that moment where you walk past someone, could be someone you sort of know or even a complete stranger but if they look you up and down you instantly get a moment of paranoia and curiosity as to what is they're problem with you or the way you look. Do we like this sense of self doubt and caring too much? No. But it's something we all deal with.
Also avoiding mirrors at the moment. Which is actually hard to do when you have a 4x4feet one in your front living room but I still try. It must be season of the spot or something because my face is not my friend. Especially after my tweezers doing a disappearing act so I have my dads eyebrows developing. Not a pretty sight haha.
And this probably isnt a good advertisment of myself but this is my reality.
Right well we'll leave that dull subject for a little bit.
I've been having the weirdest sci-fi enhanced dreams of late. Maybe I'm watching too much TV but they're interesting to say the least. I was telling my mum about one the other day and she said something along the lines of 'you should put that on the internet, never know it might be seen and developed as a screen play' hahaha. She can be a little ambitious at times. But not for those purposes but for the sake of a laugh everytime I come back to read these I thought it would be a giggle type it up as best I remember it. Don't judge me, but feel free to laugh.
Right it began with me and my ex as trained spies being forced to work with one another, despite our break up, on a case to intercept the plans of a Millionare who had been working on a suspicious project involving strong nuclear devices. So we go undercover to where our boss believes is where the work is being done, in one of the Millionaires hotel chains. I, being female, have to stay with the wives of the scientists or the men who work with the millionaire. While James (my ex) gets to be right in the action with all the men, getting all the information. This goes on for what seemed like a few days until the Millionaire announces that the project is almost complete but just needed to go through its final tests, all the time being elusive and not exactly letting on what it is that he is doing. Then ofNcourse only the men can go and see the big reveal and final test.
As you could tell by now I might have been a bit piffed off that he got all the action and I had to sit on the sidelines watching. Not anymore, I attempted to follow them to the old fashioned elevators but they kept on changing destinations so I used the other elevator and guessed. Meanwhile the men arrived at the metallic lab looking room. The Millionaire apologised for the up and down of the elevator ride but he felt as if he was being watched.... So he showed them what looked like a metal containment chamber. The Millionaire turned to them and proclaimed 'This is my pride and joy'... Murmurs spread between the three business men as the two scientists smirked between them and James just stood there, non-chalent. 'What does it do?' He asked. To which the Millionaire replies 'Why don't you see for yourself...' This caused the scientists to look concerned as one asked 'But sir...don't you think..' He was interrupted by James who confidently stepped up to the Millionaire and said 'You ought to put a muzzle on your worried work dogs...' He continued on to stand in the chamber. All apart of the facade of course. 'Haha I love a man with balls' exclaimed the Millionaire. As the rush of hydraulics at work closed a heavy but windowed door infront of James, the Millionaire had a devilish smirk on his face. Silence fell upon them all. Suspicion arose until James asked 'So, what now?'. The Millionaire now belted out a deep velvety laugh and turned from James to face the business men. He reached into his dinner jackets inner pocket to retrieve something, as he did so he thanked the business men for their funding as it is received ever so gratefully but now their services were no longer necessary and they knew too much... He whipped out a handgun and each business man took a single bullet to the forehead. The Millionaire turned now to the scientists arm still at 90 degrees and spoke in a soft and eerily kind voice 'Now you two are still of use to me....make it do its thing'. They fumbled to a control panel and began punching in numbers and and pushing buttons. Once again one of them turned round in protest and began to beg for more testing until he was silenced by a bullet to the throat. 'Let that be a warning to you' he said to the another who now in panic continued entering the final digits. 'It's done'.
'What's going on here, it all seemed fine until you began spilling blood', James reasoned. 'Well the joke is on you. You made the big mistake of turning up here,' his voice slowly began to elevate into a shout as he continued 'Strolling in, thinking I wouldnt know I had a spy watching my every move. But then it was perfect, your previous training would only elevate the power of my machine. You perfect fool.' And that sinful smile returned to his face. James tried to escape but he was locked in. Currents of electricity began to click and snap around the chamber, James froze fearful now to touch anything.
What am I up to you wonder? At this point the lights had began to flicker in the elevator and it came to a hault as I was stuck half way between floors. Where I remained for a further 20mins. I pushed back the wire mesh frame to see if I could lift myself on to the floor I was half stuck on but the gap was too small. I waited impatiently until I saw the elevator across from mine open. I prepared myself to yell until I witnessed the Millionaire and the remaining scientist dragging a limp and lifeless James across the hallway. He looked different. His skin was pale, worse that that is looked almost translucent. His suit was singed and torn but what was strange about this was that it looked like he had bursted out of it. The Millionaire and scientist whispered to eachother as they struggled to move James. All I caught from their muttering was 'wait for his colour to regain' and 'he is going to be my best weapon'. These words panicked me. What had I missed? More importantly I felt I'd let him down as I hadn't been able to save him....yet.
The elevator rebooted itself and I was able to escape. I couldnt help James for now. I left him as I had to watch in the shadows where they would take him next and what this Millionaire was up to. Still looking weak but with colour coming back to his cheeks they assisted into a car with blacked out windows. I followed them to what seemed to be some grand party. Luckily it was mascarade... The Millionaire was greeted at the door by his giddy, idiotic wife who led him and a staggering James in. After sneaking my way in, it seemed to be a fundraiser once again packed full of rich business men. Obviously his money wasn't enough continue his evil scheme. Although thats how they say the rich stay rich is through not spending their money. I hovered for a while moving slowly from wall to wall in this grand ballroom. Until the light dimmed and there was a spotlight on a stage at the back of the room. The Millionaire appeared with his wife a half step behing him. He announced how lucky he was to be surrounded with such generous friends and that he hoped to one day share he wealth of knowledge with them. But until then he would only give a sneak peak example of his amazing and revolutionary project to protect the greats ( referring to himself of course). But now for the big reveal 'The greatest means of protection, the superhuman body guard....' James appeared out of no where. Was he super fast or just had the capability to be invisible it turns out both as I later was told. 'He is not born....He is built.' The applause was grand and echoed long after it had died down. After reaping all the praise he turned and whispered into James's ear. James showed no emotion, no glimmer of understanding or reply, he just stared with a glassy glaze over his eyes. He was dressed in a classic tuxedo but for those who knew him, like me, you see through this and it looked as if he'd been working out for a year. Those clothes concealed something hulking, intimidating and not in a good way. The Millionaire reached up and pressed something on James's neck. He turned and it looked like some form of control chip.
The party continued for another ten minutes before strange things began happening. Everyone was getting a bit rowdy from all the alcohol consumption but that was normal. I kept my eye on the Millionaire and his wife but James was no where in sight. I just had this bad feeling that something was about to happen. I felt overwhelmed so I made my way to the balcony for some air.
But here's what I missed previously, when the Millionaire was whispering into his ear what he said was 'Wait exactly 12mins then begin your search move fast but dont use your super speed. I want you to find the least important and the most missable person here...and Kill him. He is your target, choose your target wisely, this is to test your skills. Don't let me down...' James remained out of sight until the 12mins were nearly up and then he let his legs almost fly, he moved swiftly through the crowds letting only the air around him touch people. He came to pass the Millionaire his newly programmed brain trying to remember what is right but it hurt too much so he continued on past him.
Until he heard a voice. One he thought he remembered. It came from an upper balcony. His brain was telling him to continue his mission but something deep down pounding in chest was telling him to follow the voice. He went to it.....'You...'
We said it at the same time. James but his hand to his neck and ripped out the device that was controlling and confusing everything he knew. He threw it down and stood on it. Crushing it with ease. With grace he moved towards me and we embraced. 'You saved me' he said....'From what?' I replied.
'From me'.
Just then a slow but intimidating clapping of a singular pair of hands appeared behind us.
'Well...congratulations I suppose you managed to ruin my control chip, but you still belong to me... and I can dispose of you and start again as I please!' He grabbed a loose metal rod and charged at us. James's protective instincts took over as he pushed me out of the Millionaire path, but still extremely unaware of his new strength, his seemingly gentle push threw me over the edge of the balcony and I clung on with dear life to the edge of it. They fought for only a little while. What was peculiar was that the Millionaire kept aiming for the same spot on James's left hip until he ended their battle for now with a simple right jab to the Millionaires chin. This of course sent him flying into the crowd that had gathered to watch. Before anything else could happen James ran in my direction and jumped over the balcony shouting 'let go'. I had to trust him so I did. I tumbled through the air until I hit something hard. But not as hard as concrete. I opened my eyes and found that I was in James's arms running towards my car. We sped off without looking back....
There was more but you know what it's like when you wake up and try to remember your dream, you lose some of it. I know it was long but I thought I'd keep it as detailed as I could recall.
More of my life to follow.
I have just realised that it has been a very long time, like a really long time, and I know this is just normal female protocol, but all the same still a long time since I have liked a photo of myself.
I don't know if that has to do with putting on a stone or my hair never being particularly right or what? But lately I've struggled to find a decent pic that I feel happy with putting as my display picture on Facebook. I know that extremely addictive website isnt the be all and end all at all but there still that need to have a pleasing representation of yourself. Whom ever says that they don't care what people think of them is a liar. Everyone, females in particular have had that moment where you walk past someone, could be someone you sort of know or even a complete stranger but if they look you up and down you instantly get a moment of paranoia and curiosity as to what is they're problem with you or the way you look. Do we like this sense of self doubt and caring too much? No. But it's something we all deal with.
Also avoiding mirrors at the moment. Which is actually hard to do when you have a 4x4feet one in your front living room but I still try. It must be season of the spot or something because my face is not my friend. Especially after my tweezers doing a disappearing act so I have my dads eyebrows developing. Not a pretty sight haha.
And this probably isnt a good advertisment of myself but this is my reality.
Right well we'll leave that dull subject for a little bit.
I've been having the weirdest sci-fi enhanced dreams of late. Maybe I'm watching too much TV but they're interesting to say the least. I was telling my mum about one the other day and she said something along the lines of 'you should put that on the internet, never know it might be seen and developed as a screen play' hahaha. She can be a little ambitious at times. But not for those purposes but for the sake of a laugh everytime I come back to read these I thought it would be a giggle type it up as best I remember it. Don't judge me, but feel free to laugh.
Right it began with me and my ex as trained spies being forced to work with one another, despite our break up, on a case to intercept the plans of a Millionare who had been working on a suspicious project involving strong nuclear devices. So we go undercover to where our boss believes is where the work is being done, in one of the Millionaires hotel chains. I, being female, have to stay with the wives of the scientists or the men who work with the millionaire. While James (my ex) gets to be right in the action with all the men, getting all the information. This goes on for what seemed like a few days until the Millionaire announces that the project is almost complete but just needed to go through its final tests, all the time being elusive and not exactly letting on what it is that he is doing. Then ofNcourse only the men can go and see the big reveal and final test.
As you could tell by now I might have been a bit piffed off that he got all the action and I had to sit on the sidelines watching. Not anymore, I attempted to follow them to the old fashioned elevators but they kept on changing destinations so I used the other elevator and guessed. Meanwhile the men arrived at the metallic lab looking room. The Millionaire apologised for the up and down of the elevator ride but he felt as if he was being watched.... So he showed them what looked like a metal containment chamber. The Millionaire turned to them and proclaimed 'This is my pride and joy'... Murmurs spread between the three business men as the two scientists smirked between them and James just stood there, non-chalent. 'What does it do?' He asked. To which the Millionaire replies 'Why don't you see for yourself...' This caused the scientists to look concerned as one asked 'But sir...don't you think..' He was interrupted by James who confidently stepped up to the Millionaire and said 'You ought to put a muzzle on your worried work dogs...' He continued on to stand in the chamber. All apart of the facade of course. 'Haha I love a man with balls' exclaimed the Millionaire. As the rush of hydraulics at work closed a heavy but windowed door infront of James, the Millionaire had a devilish smirk on his face. Silence fell upon them all. Suspicion arose until James asked 'So, what now?'. The Millionaire now belted out a deep velvety laugh and turned from James to face the business men. He reached into his dinner jackets inner pocket to retrieve something, as he did so he thanked the business men for their funding as it is received ever so gratefully but now their services were no longer necessary and they knew too much... He whipped out a handgun and each business man took a single bullet to the forehead. The Millionaire turned now to the scientists arm still at 90 degrees and spoke in a soft and eerily kind voice 'Now you two are still of use to me....make it do its thing'. They fumbled to a control panel and began punching in numbers and and pushing buttons. Once again one of them turned round in protest and began to beg for more testing until he was silenced by a bullet to the throat. 'Let that be a warning to you' he said to the another who now in panic continued entering the final digits. 'It's done'.
'What's going on here, it all seemed fine until you began spilling blood', James reasoned. 'Well the joke is on you. You made the big mistake of turning up here,' his voice slowly began to elevate into a shout as he continued 'Strolling in, thinking I wouldnt know I had a spy watching my every move. But then it was perfect, your previous training would only elevate the power of my machine. You perfect fool.' And that sinful smile returned to his face. James tried to escape but he was locked in. Currents of electricity began to click and snap around the chamber, James froze fearful now to touch anything.
What am I up to you wonder? At this point the lights had began to flicker in the elevator and it came to a hault as I was stuck half way between floors. Where I remained for a further 20mins. I pushed back the wire mesh frame to see if I could lift myself on to the floor I was half stuck on but the gap was too small. I waited impatiently until I saw the elevator across from mine open. I prepared myself to yell until I witnessed the Millionaire and the remaining scientist dragging a limp and lifeless James across the hallway. He looked different. His skin was pale, worse that that is looked almost translucent. His suit was singed and torn but what was strange about this was that it looked like he had bursted out of it. The Millionaire and scientist whispered to eachother as they struggled to move James. All I caught from their muttering was 'wait for his colour to regain' and 'he is going to be my best weapon'. These words panicked me. What had I missed? More importantly I felt I'd let him down as I hadn't been able to save him....yet.
The elevator rebooted itself and I was able to escape. I couldnt help James for now. I left him as I had to watch in the shadows where they would take him next and what this Millionaire was up to. Still looking weak but with colour coming back to his cheeks they assisted into a car with blacked out windows. I followed them to what seemed to be some grand party. Luckily it was mascarade... The Millionaire was greeted at the door by his giddy, idiotic wife who led him and a staggering James in. After sneaking my way in, it seemed to be a fundraiser once again packed full of rich business men. Obviously his money wasn't enough continue his evil scheme. Although thats how they say the rich stay rich is through not spending their money. I hovered for a while moving slowly from wall to wall in this grand ballroom. Until the light dimmed and there was a spotlight on a stage at the back of the room. The Millionaire appeared with his wife a half step behing him. He announced how lucky he was to be surrounded with such generous friends and that he hoped to one day share he wealth of knowledge with them. But until then he would only give a sneak peak example of his amazing and revolutionary project to protect the greats ( referring to himself of course). But now for the big reveal 'The greatest means of protection, the superhuman body guard....' James appeared out of no where. Was he super fast or just had the capability to be invisible it turns out both as I later was told. 'He is not born....He is built.' The applause was grand and echoed long after it had died down. After reaping all the praise he turned and whispered into James's ear. James showed no emotion, no glimmer of understanding or reply, he just stared with a glassy glaze over his eyes. He was dressed in a classic tuxedo but for those who knew him, like me, you see through this and it looked as if he'd been working out for a year. Those clothes concealed something hulking, intimidating and not in a good way. The Millionaire reached up and pressed something on James's neck. He turned and it looked like some form of control chip.
The party continued for another ten minutes before strange things began happening. Everyone was getting a bit rowdy from all the alcohol consumption but that was normal. I kept my eye on the Millionaire and his wife but James was no where in sight. I just had this bad feeling that something was about to happen. I felt overwhelmed so I made my way to the balcony for some air.
But here's what I missed previously, when the Millionaire was whispering into his ear what he said was 'Wait exactly 12mins then begin your search move fast but dont use your super speed. I want you to find the least important and the most missable person here...and Kill him. He is your target, choose your target wisely, this is to test your skills. Don't let me down...' James remained out of sight until the 12mins were nearly up and then he let his legs almost fly, he moved swiftly through the crowds letting only the air around him touch people. He came to pass the Millionaire his newly programmed brain trying to remember what is right but it hurt too much so he continued on past him.
Until he heard a voice. One he thought he remembered. It came from an upper balcony. His brain was telling him to continue his mission but something deep down pounding in chest was telling him to follow the voice. He went to it.....'You...'
We said it at the same time. James but his hand to his neck and ripped out the device that was controlling and confusing everything he knew. He threw it down and stood on it. Crushing it with ease. With grace he moved towards me and we embraced. 'You saved me' he said....'From what?' I replied.
'From me'.
Just then a slow but intimidating clapping of a singular pair of hands appeared behind us.
'Well...congratulations I suppose you managed to ruin my control chip, but you still belong to me... and I can dispose of you and start again as I please!' He grabbed a loose metal rod and charged at us. James's protective instincts took over as he pushed me out of the Millionaire path, but still extremely unaware of his new strength, his seemingly gentle push threw me over the edge of the balcony and I clung on with dear life to the edge of it. They fought for only a little while. What was peculiar was that the Millionaire kept aiming for the same spot on James's left hip until he ended their battle for now with a simple right jab to the Millionaires chin. This of course sent him flying into the crowd that had gathered to watch. Before anything else could happen James ran in my direction and jumped over the balcony shouting 'let go'. I had to trust him so I did. I tumbled through the air until I hit something hard. But not as hard as concrete. I opened my eyes and found that I was in James's arms running towards my car. We sped off without looking back....
There was more but you know what it's like when you wake up and try to remember your dream, you lose some of it. I know it was long but I thought I'd keep it as detailed as I could recall.
More of my life to follow.
Saturday, 15 January 2011
Chapter Three.
First Names and Old Recipes.
So I don't know if any of you have ever partied with a teacher before but it is a fun event and not one to be abused.
But I'll start from the beginning. It was a girls night. Becky had invited us gals round hers for a few pre-town drinks. Now I was already aware that some had barely any money or had work the next morning, (something I have had to deal with many times before) so I fully understood that it wasn't going to be THE greatest night. A bottle of Rose later and we were ready to get in the short taxi ride to town. Now if you live in Weymouth you'll know that if you get to town before midnight that you always start in the Swan. It's just a known fact. As it was a Friday we didn't have to panic about getting a table so we went toilet and then went to the bar. As per usual I hadn't a foggy what I wanted to drink so I just went for the first thing I saw. Which just happened to be Sailor Jerry's. Yes I know, the new recipe is appauling but I thought I'd give it a go again. This is what followed.
'Can I have a Sailor Jerry's and Coke please'
'Ice?'
'No thank you'
'Old or New?'
'What?'
'You can have the Old recipe or the New one....the old one had vanilla and spice in it etc...'
'Omg! OLD ONE....please!!!'
What a moment. For those of you who are not familiar with this wonderful alcoholic beverage you are missing out and for those of you who are, you can appreciate the excitement I felt taking that first sip!
It may be sad of me to be in awe of this drink and make a whole big thing about it but my god is it delicious. Spread the word to the rest of the girls when they got to the table and Kirsty had to go buy two! The drink so nice you have to buy it twice...
So after this it was my belief that we were moving on to Rendezvous for some cocktails and a dance but on returning from the toilet it turns out plans were changed. Don't get me wrong I love the Nook. It's a family tradition to go there on my birthday and celebrate with a bottle of wine and a cheese and meat board to share. So this is a place of significance not exactly a simple night out destination. Not only for the reason that you go from one seated place to another but also that drinks are a fiver or more each. I'm a student living off holiday pay at the moment I can't afford that at the best of times. So after I sulked in the corner like a petulant child clutching my Mai Tai I soon swept over it and tried to make the best of it all. We'd lost three of us who had to go home for different reasons and the night came so close to being over when what should save the day but a phonecall to Elliot who came to meet us as it was his last night before returning to Uni. Champion. It was four pounds to get into Dusk....FOUR....so we walked straight past in the direction of Tbar as that has no entry fee.
On this journey we came across none other that Mr Clayton to whom I quoted back 'Education before Fornication' (You're welcome Ellie, hehe). We all welcomed him with 'Hi Sir' 'You ok Sir?' 'You're not going home yet are you Sir?'. We gathered this from the half eaten chips, cheese and beans he was clutching. He was on his way home until we convinced him to join us.
'Please call me by my first name!' Which is something he had to keep repeating to us all night as old habits die hard. He was busy either being avoided by his currents students or pestered for future advice from long gone ones. Also you'd think a chemistry teacher would be in his element on the science questions on the It-box. Turns out guinness has a way of altering this, haha. After strong persuasion from me to get Ells to come Rendezvous with us we finally got there and had a great time. A Cosmopolitan later and we had Clayton on the dancefloor schooling him on the 'in' moves with us young ones. It was such a laugh and I think he just appreciated being treated like a human being by his past pupils. Aww aren't we nice :)
It was spontaneous and thats how it should be.
more to follow.....
So I don't know if any of you have ever partied with a teacher before but it is a fun event and not one to be abused.
But I'll start from the beginning. It was a girls night. Becky had invited us gals round hers for a few pre-town drinks. Now I was already aware that some had barely any money or had work the next morning, (something I have had to deal with many times before) so I fully understood that it wasn't going to be THE greatest night. A bottle of Rose later and we were ready to get in the short taxi ride to town. Now if you live in Weymouth you'll know that if you get to town before midnight that you always start in the Swan. It's just a known fact. As it was a Friday we didn't have to panic about getting a table so we went toilet and then went to the bar. As per usual I hadn't a foggy what I wanted to drink so I just went for the first thing I saw. Which just happened to be Sailor Jerry's. Yes I know, the new recipe is appauling but I thought I'd give it a go again. This is what followed.
'Can I have a Sailor Jerry's and Coke please'
'Ice?'
'No thank you'
'Old or New?'
'What?'
'You can have the Old recipe or the New one....the old one had vanilla and spice in it etc...'
'Omg! OLD ONE....please!!!'
What a moment. For those of you who are not familiar with this wonderful alcoholic beverage you are missing out and for those of you who are, you can appreciate the excitement I felt taking that first sip!
It may be sad of me to be in awe of this drink and make a whole big thing about it but my god is it delicious. Spread the word to the rest of the girls when they got to the table and Kirsty had to go buy two! The drink so nice you have to buy it twice...
So after this it was my belief that we were moving on to Rendezvous for some cocktails and a dance but on returning from the toilet it turns out plans were changed. Don't get me wrong I love the Nook. It's a family tradition to go there on my birthday and celebrate with a bottle of wine and a cheese and meat board to share. So this is a place of significance not exactly a simple night out destination. Not only for the reason that you go from one seated place to another but also that drinks are a fiver or more each. I'm a student living off holiday pay at the moment I can't afford that at the best of times. So after I sulked in the corner like a petulant child clutching my Mai Tai I soon swept over it and tried to make the best of it all. We'd lost three of us who had to go home for different reasons and the night came so close to being over when what should save the day but a phonecall to Elliot who came to meet us as it was his last night before returning to Uni. Champion. It was four pounds to get into Dusk....FOUR....so we walked straight past in the direction of Tbar as that has no entry fee.
On this journey we came across none other that Mr Clayton to whom I quoted back 'Education before Fornication' (You're welcome Ellie, hehe). We all welcomed him with 'Hi Sir' 'You ok Sir?' 'You're not going home yet are you Sir?'. We gathered this from the half eaten chips, cheese and beans he was clutching. He was on his way home until we convinced him to join us.
'Please call me by my first name!' Which is something he had to keep repeating to us all night as old habits die hard. He was busy either being avoided by his currents students or pestered for future advice from long gone ones. Also you'd think a chemistry teacher would be in his element on the science questions on the It-box. Turns out guinness has a way of altering this, haha. After strong persuasion from me to get Ells to come Rendezvous with us we finally got there and had a great time. A Cosmopolitan later and we had Clayton on the dancefloor schooling him on the 'in' moves with us young ones. It was such a laugh and I think he just appreciated being treated like a human being by his past pupils. Aww aren't we nice :)
It was spontaneous and thats how it should be.
more to follow.....
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
Chapter Two.
Teenage Frustrations.
I guess I just need reassurance that I'm not the only one.
After having a Johnson's Bedtime Bath I realised how much maintenance my body requires now. I'm only 19 for crying out loud and already I need oil for tonnes of stretch marks that are ever growing. I need anti wrinkle night cream for my overly expressive forehead but that just wouldn't be enough. No I also have to be reminded that I still am a teenager and need spot cream for the rest of my face. Oh the stress of it all. Each one of tese problems are easy to tackle but when you put it all together you find yourself having a mini mental breakdown. That of which also isn't helpful as stress creates the spots. Vicious bitch of a cycle. Where are the simple days where the hardest thing you had to do was tie your shoelaces.
I do have one thing off my mind now and that is University interviews.
Although this last one I can't brag about. Purely because I won't find out if I have a place or not for another 2-4weeks. Grrrr-eat.
I didn't quite know what to make of it all at the beginning. The girls that attended seemed to be all stand offish, from me that is. Quite a lot of them had banded together before the welcome talk. Maybe it was the jean MC Hammer imitation pants I had on?
But....as the day progressed and we got down to devising in smaller groups I actually got to meet some really nice girls. (I hope I wasn't to pushy) So all was good in the end although my parents said they got the impression I wasn't happy. I think they misread my 'I'm tired lets go home' face. It had been a long day. And without sounding like an 80year old the cold muggy weather had done my knees in. That's a part of the terms and conditions that come with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. For all you out there who also have this pain in the ass illness when all you want is to be the energetic person you long to be 24/7, I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
Sleep.
Do not talk to me about sleep.
What is it?
It is a stranger to me at the moment.
Is it the change in the weather? Is it stress related? Am I not burning off every inch of energy in the day time required to make you sleep?
No answers? Me either. Just to be able to drop off and not wake until my alarm goes off would be heaven.
Literally!
I kicked butt at the power hour on ladies night at the gym the other evening and would you think that would tucker me out? Apparently not.
Ok I think I'm done with the sleep rant.
Only a smallish one this time.
But more to follow.....
I guess I just need reassurance that I'm not the only one.
After having a Johnson's Bedtime Bath I realised how much maintenance my body requires now. I'm only 19 for crying out loud and already I need oil for tonnes of stretch marks that are ever growing. I need anti wrinkle night cream for my overly expressive forehead but that just wouldn't be enough. No I also have to be reminded that I still am a teenager and need spot cream for the rest of my face. Oh the stress of it all. Each one of tese problems are easy to tackle but when you put it all together you find yourself having a mini mental breakdown. That of which also isn't helpful as stress creates the spots. Vicious bitch of a cycle. Where are the simple days where the hardest thing you had to do was tie your shoelaces.
I do have one thing off my mind now and that is University interviews.
Although this last one I can't brag about. Purely because I won't find out if I have a place or not for another 2-4weeks. Grrrr-eat.
I didn't quite know what to make of it all at the beginning. The girls that attended seemed to be all stand offish, from me that is. Quite a lot of them had banded together before the welcome talk. Maybe it was the jean MC Hammer imitation pants I had on?
But....as the day progressed and we got down to devising in smaller groups I actually got to meet some really nice girls. (I hope I wasn't to pushy) So all was good in the end although my parents said they got the impression I wasn't happy. I think they misread my 'I'm tired lets go home' face. It had been a long day. And without sounding like an 80year old the cold muggy weather had done my knees in. That's a part of the terms and conditions that come with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. For all you out there who also have this pain in the ass illness when all you want is to be the energetic person you long to be 24/7, I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
Sleep.
Do not talk to me about sleep.
What is it?
It is a stranger to me at the moment.
Is it the change in the weather? Is it stress related? Am I not burning off every inch of energy in the day time required to make you sleep?
No answers? Me either. Just to be able to drop off and not wake until my alarm goes off would be heaven.
Literally!
I kicked butt at the power hour on ladies night at the gym the other evening and would you think that would tucker me out? Apparently not.
Ok I think I'm done with the sleep rant.
Only a smallish one this time.
But more to follow.....
Sunday, 9 January 2011
The Quest for Who I am
Chapter One.
Introductions.
I get inspired very easily to write when watching tv or films such as Sex and the City or the Perfect Man and no it has nothing to do with Chris Noth. I just admire the notion of documenting day to day life and for someone else to read it and discover their attraction to this idea. Would this entertain someone else? I don't know but it dawned on me recently that these are the days I want to remember. Do you ever have that annoying moment where you brain is triggered to remember something in your past but you can't for the life of you remember what it was that was said or what happened exactly? Well that has been happening to me a lot lately and I don't want to forget a moment anymore. So hopefully I can now recount everything to the best of my knowledge.
It's funny to try and sum yourself up without sounding like a lonely hearts ad.
I'm the girl who can make crumbs out of anything. I stay away from white clothing because I'm too clumsy to be trusted. I like cold feet in bed. I look at every spoonful or forkful of food before putting it in my mouth. I can spend an afternoon thinking about nothing and another thing which I first thought of but I can't remember now. I'm already slipping up on the not missing a moment thing.
These days are hectic, for me anyway. I have no work in January but the rest of my time is consumed with school, doctors appointments, going to the gym and attending University interviews, at present. Nerve racking stuff those interviews. I had one with Winchester Uni the other day and was surprised by the laid back nature of it all. Very informal, which helped immensely. The lecturer who interviewed me with two other girls was charming and reminded me of a better looking Derek Jacobi. I found myself attempting to be profound, trying to make myself look intelligent (hand gestures included). But when it came down to it all, at the end of the interview, the Derek Jacobi Doppleganger casually says 'I'm going to put down accept for all of you'. Accept? Just like that. Accept. For both of the subjects I applied to do there. Talk about dumbstruck. A wave of excitement and adrenaline came over me. All I wanted to do then was run out of the room to my Dad who was waiting for me in the student cafe. This is my incentive to achieve the best I can in my coursework and English Literature exam. After all what else is a gap year for if not to better myself. Next stop is the Portsmouth Uni Interview next week. It's odd, I thought I had my mind set on Portsmouth after the open day but since my acceptance from Winchester it's thrown me off completely. I'll have a big decision on my hands if Porstmouth accepts me, but then if not then it will be Winchester all the way. I want to be swift with my choice. But I keep getting this awful feeling in my gut that after all this bragging I've done that it's all going to get swept out from underneath me and they're going to take back their offer. Often a pessimist, bad habit possibly inherited from my mother.
more to follow....
Introductions.
I get inspired very easily to write when watching tv or films such as Sex and the City or the Perfect Man and no it has nothing to do with Chris Noth. I just admire the notion of documenting day to day life and for someone else to read it and discover their attraction to this idea. Would this entertain someone else? I don't know but it dawned on me recently that these are the days I want to remember. Do you ever have that annoying moment where you brain is triggered to remember something in your past but you can't for the life of you remember what it was that was said or what happened exactly? Well that has been happening to me a lot lately and I don't want to forget a moment anymore. So hopefully I can now recount everything to the best of my knowledge.
It's funny to try and sum yourself up without sounding like a lonely hearts ad.
I'm the girl who can make crumbs out of anything. I stay away from white clothing because I'm too clumsy to be trusted. I like cold feet in bed. I look at every spoonful or forkful of food before putting it in my mouth. I can spend an afternoon thinking about nothing and another thing which I first thought of but I can't remember now. I'm already slipping up on the not missing a moment thing.
These days are hectic, for me anyway. I have no work in January but the rest of my time is consumed with school, doctors appointments, going to the gym and attending University interviews, at present. Nerve racking stuff those interviews. I had one with Winchester Uni the other day and was surprised by the laid back nature of it all. Very informal, which helped immensely. The lecturer who interviewed me with two other girls was charming and reminded me of a better looking Derek Jacobi. I found myself attempting to be profound, trying to make myself look intelligent (hand gestures included). But when it came down to it all, at the end of the interview, the Derek Jacobi Doppleganger casually says 'I'm going to put down accept for all of you'. Accept? Just like that. Accept. For both of the subjects I applied to do there. Talk about dumbstruck. A wave of excitement and adrenaline came over me. All I wanted to do then was run out of the room to my Dad who was waiting for me in the student cafe. This is my incentive to achieve the best I can in my coursework and English Literature exam. After all what else is a gap year for if not to better myself. Next stop is the Portsmouth Uni Interview next week. It's odd, I thought I had my mind set on Portsmouth after the open day but since my acceptance from Winchester it's thrown me off completely. I'll have a big decision on my hands if Porstmouth accepts me, but then if not then it will be Winchester all the way. I want to be swift with my choice. But I keep getting this awful feeling in my gut that after all this bragging I've done that it's all going to get swept out from underneath me and they're going to take back their offer. Often a pessimist, bad habit possibly inherited from my mother.
more to follow....
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