December 2009
i love post-it’s. they are awesome. they remind me of everything and are stuck and pinned all over my room. what to do, who to ring, what to bring, numbers, ideas, jokes THE LOT. i love post-it’s they are awesome.
my life has resorted to post-it’s. i need to get out more. i seem to have a lot on and i have stuff to do and people to see, but i need more excitement. i need an...
this is probably the gayest thing we’ve ever done. BEHOLD my brother and sister. this is the photo that has been framed upon my father’s request for christmas. lamest and most awkward thing ever to be fair. i look like a twat, my brother looks super young, and my sister looks like a goff. AHH WELL!!
this week has been so busy, and i don’t think i’m going to get a proper...
that’s me, courtesy of miss. sarah gee. i need to hang out with that girl more. our hang outs are always fun.
working a few days this week, just to keep myself busy i guess. i can’t be bed bound for the rest of my days while sophia’s gone. all i have done is eat and mope around in bed. and that stops here!!
monday - get photos. work 2 - 6. gym
tuesday - get nails done. gym....
The Fuel Girls
i want to be one.
all the occupants of the Jones/Gear legacy are all under the same roof for the first time in about a year. all in different rooms too. aha. g’nite x
today has been an okay day. argued with my dad and within the first hour that i’d been awake for, i had told him to go back “home.” hurmmm. not the best start to his visit, but oh well. i’m going to TRY and be nicer to him. try my best, but he just makes life so awkward. he’s like a child. like em best when they’re asleep. winner. he’s quite sick at the...
my options.
i had an interesting chat with the infamous Todd Campbell last night about my “options.” the options i now have now that soph is gone to keep myself occupied.
Supposed Options.
1. Get a new best friend
2. Get a boyfriend
3. Get a Job
4. Move out
My view on said options:
1. i don’t want a new best friend. i don’t need to go out and hunt for new friends. i have my...
the good bye was hard. the realisation that i can no longer call soph stupid amounts a day to have a chat or first thing when i wake up to tell her about the night before. i can no longer gossip to her about encounters with “past flings” and all the rest. i can’t escape to her house until stupid oclock when my parents argue. yes my dad is now home. this realisation fucking sucks,...
last night was something else.
tiger please’s mini album launch in clwb was just superb. the boys put on a fantastic set and had everyone going wild. and after that was over i headed over to weatherspoons where i managed to bump into my bff from college, where we had a few drinks and an awesome catch up of the past year’s events. makes me miss college a little. headed back to Clwb,...
i miss you, a bit. but you wouldn’t trust me, and i wouldn’t trust myself not to hurt you…again for the millionth time. everytime i listen to death cab i think of you. i had a song of theirs on earlier, probably what led me to this trail of thoughts and rambling of utter shite on here. mhrmmm. maybe i’ll see you about. sorry
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIz22Gjju_U
hayley’s voice is fucking insane in this!!
“i believe in nothing, but the beating of our hearts.”
gavin and stacey, series three.
it’s nights like tonight i’m going to miss the most. having spontaneous trips to tesco with my girl. sitting on the floor, looking at just printed off photos. rummaging through a display of erotic novels. having an indepth discussion about condoms, and spying on some boys who looked at heat patches for far too long. i think we were in their way.
“my man wears XL”
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THIS IS WAR!
i awoke to this lovely thing lying in my hallway this morning. thank you mister postman. class. i haven’t stopped listening to it. i just love how they’ve created this album, completely against what everyone wanted them to create. it’s brilliant. it’s had me in such a good mood all day. best purchase in a while!!
went back down the gym today, felt really good....
been thinking about dibbles a fair bit tonight. it’s just not fair, like at all. i’m not saying one of the other boys should have died that night, everyone will be eternally greatfull that they survived, but no one should have died. at all. that road is such a fucking hazzard, but yet fucking clowns still decide to race and drive stupidly fast down it. arghhhhhhhhhh! and, stupid...
this very moment in time is the most relaxed i’ve been all day. alone in my room, with just scented candles lit and Taylor Swift’s album playing in the background. it’s just so completely chilled out. no rushing, or almost car accidents. i’m going to relish in this before i attempt the task of dying my newly cut hair.
today has, most definately, not been my day....
tattoos.ink.ink.tattoos
i need more, and i wont stress it enough! i most definately need the colour touched up on my foot as it didn’t heal too well. hopefully it’ll go better next time round as i now know what to expect with the healing process. plus, the actual fact that healing foot tattoos is supposed to, and proven to, be a difficult place for tattoos to heal. hurm.
i’ve always been super...
“how can i love someone if i cannot love myself first?”
i was glad to finally dabble back into my gig photography again. although it did prove to be a challenge to get lots of decent shots whilst being rammed up against a steel barrier, but i think i did well. i am contemplating setting up a facebook or possibly a myspace for my photos. just means i’ll have to stop being lazy and get into it more.
Black Hole, Strike Anywhere, Protest The Hero,...