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The dreamer is the real you...

I don't know why I bother writing this anymore. No one reads it. At least I assume they don't. And I'm really not very interesting or extraordinary or readable.

Rory's was fantastic. I got to spend time with some of my favourite people in an amazing house with a gorgeous puppy and the sunshine... oh and about 3 litres of cider and black!

In Bruge is amazing. I got to watch it with my favourite person in the world... and with Ben and Jerrie's. That made me happy.

I'm bored with certain aspects of my life at the moment. I'm always discontented. I hate routine.



Surprise me someone? Whisk me away...

I'm wilting.




I love you btw. My favourite little Curly Fry... x

Lovely Bones, I never wanna let you go...

Well, to be honest i haven't got allot to write about because nothing has really happened for me to write about. I've been pretty much alone the past few days what with everyone being at Truck... or just generally having lives. I'm bored and I'm lonely and I'm unfulfilled. Ah well. Life goes on.

I've started drawing again.
I've started writing again.

Nothing i'm proud of.

I don't even know why I decided tgo write this blog.
Sorry for wasting your time. I'm going to go to sleep before I bore anyone else to death.

This is new.

I wrote this the other night. I didn't know if I was going to put it on here, but I've decided I quite like it. So here it is.


I've a qualification in self-deprivation
And I know how to stay unseen
Because invisible's a privilege
and honesty's a crime
when you're trying to survive seventeen

And that's what you get for being easily impressed
A life full of wishing and a heart full of regret
And that's what you get for being easily misled
Hold your own, and walk alone, or you're gunna end up dead.

Growing up in a world of Kings and Queens
Of drama, lust and jealousy.
Sometimes you see, it aint easy being me.
I'm the Queen of Hearts, and I'm new on this scene

And that's what you get for being easily upset
A life full of plasters and a heart full of regret
And that's what you get for falling in to bed
Hold your own, walk alone or you're gunna end up dead.

I've got a qualification in self-deprecation
But you know that I've plenty of style.
Because confidence is a gift,
and wall flowers die
You can't say that I'm not versatile...

Growing up in a world of Kings and Queens,
Of drama, lust and jealousy.
Sometimes you see, it's just so easy being me.
I'm the Queen of Hearts and I rule this scene.

And that's what you get when you achieve success,
A life full of lovers and lungs full of cigarettes.
And that's what you get for winning in the end
Hold your own, and walk alone or you're gunna end up dead.

Scattered poloroids and sprinkled words

What a weekend!! It's been the most fun i've had in a pretty long time.

Left work early on saturday and got the train to Didcot. It was SO much simpler than getting a bus that would have taken an hour. It took 12 minutes! I am definately going to get trains more often.

Anyway, got to didcot and met Luke, before heading back to his house to get ready for his mums birthday party. I was so nervous about meeting the rest of the family who I don't know, like aunties and uncles and stuff, but it turned out to be a pretty brilliant night. It was really good getting to know everyone and I'm like... officially a part of the family now. I was also introduced to a coctail called a Green Frog by Jo. They're pretty yummy. They taste like dolly mix.

Sunday was pretty fun aswell. Luke, Robyn and I watched the first 4 Harry Potter films one after the other over the space of about 9 hours whilst vegging out and stuffing ourselves with party left overs, cold potatoes and lots and lots of salad cream. We were thinking about going to the pub, but we were obviously FAR too busy being cool.

Then today. That kind of ruined it. I had to get up for work at 7 and then had a pretty massively crap day. Stupid post office lady. Grr.

Now I am chillaxing watching friends and waiting for my dinner.

You're hung over and I'm broke.

I've got a file in My Documents called "works in progress"

They're just little things I've started writing and never really made anything of. I save them in a vain hope that one day I'll suddenly be inspired and finish them off and give them life. About a month ago just such an occasion occurred and I think I wrote possibly one of the most personal and emotional and genuinly good things I've ever written. There's no point trying to explain it, if you read it you wouldn't understand half the meaning in it. Unless you're the person it's about. Even that person didn't pick up on half of it.

I think I'm going to dig up that Word file and read through the stray lines and phrases I've got stored. See if I can create something worth being proud of.

I'm in a mood to write. I'm feeling fearless, and loved, and secure, and happy and untouchable. And most of all, I'm a great believer in sticks and stones.

Words can never hurt me.
Because I know the science of words. And the ways people structure their words to hurt, degrade, weaken, anger and ultimately break.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me...

And I'm feeling good.

Once again, I must ask too much of you.

GO SEE HARRY POTTER. It's amaze.

It's been a good week.
And nothing's going to spoil that

Because i'm happy.
so HA.