tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13773185317391853052024-03-05T09:03:47.072+00:00Photos that corinne takes + random things (2007 Blog)my life my life okayCorinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-31117025962769719612007-06-24T20:29:00.000+00:002007-06-24T20:31:59.316+00:00Best week ever = June 24th<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>Best week ever = June </b></span></span></span><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>10<sup>th</sup> – June 24</b></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>This week has two weeks as I was busy moving home and didnt do much fun stuff.</b></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <ul><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I moved back home last Thursday, I almost died on the M62 because it was really rainy and fear.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I have so much stuff. I can't fit it anywhere.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I started my new job and it is fun, although I don't always get breaks because they are wank, but I get cups of tea when I want them so I guess that is okay.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>One of my best friends had her baby. Hello baby welcome into the world.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I went to my friend Kelly's house and we drank the wine and had a catch up, we also watched big brother.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I love Shabnam from Big Brother and have a girl crush on her.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I joined a gym. Hurrah.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I hurt my neck somehow, combination of too much time online and on a checkout at work. I can't move it properly and could not sleep because it hurt too much.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>Katie's birthday party was last night and it was fun. It was nice to see her and my other friends. </b></span></span></span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I decided it would be a good idea to call and wake up Sarah.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I got drunk like I always do, on the way home I fell up the curb. I wanted to just sit there for a while but Vicki and Naomi made me get up. It was like 3am in the morning, I said I was okay and we carried on our 45 minute walk. </b></span></span></span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I woke up this morning with blood EV</b></span></span></span><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>ERYWHERE. My leg hurts. I hurt my elbow and little finger also. </b></span></span></span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>I'm just getting over my hangover, at 8pm.</b></span></span></span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>Apparently when I got home I left the door open, I locked it though but it wasnt shut. I kind of remember not being able to close it and I guess that was why.</b></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0RVbTw37gy4qJpIHkIuNey3TLbxTSyGT3BM3ElGBwCfuQcoR_WsxXacs5XnNoANFF4aQ85xxyjDSXPiwtcuhPrLiVBkoEQq7otnoEaW6L_4t_hv2iHw4V9gF8pZA3_KkDBB2aK1iSTU/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0RVbTw37gy4qJpIHkIuNey3TLbxTSyGT3BM3ElGBwCfuQcoR_WsxXacs5XnNoANFF4aQ85xxyjDSXPiwtcuhPrLiVBkoEQq7otnoEaW6L_4t_hv2iHw4V9gF8pZA3_KkDBB2aK1iSTU/s320/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079731017161708738" border="0" /></a> </p> </li></ul>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-67939823598109114052007-06-10T17:48:00.000+00:002007-06-10T17:49:02.461+00:00best week ever = 30th June<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Best week ever - 10<sup>th</sup> June</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </p> <ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I went to Trafford centre in Manchester on Monday with Janine. We went to a tapas bar and we felt like we were in Spain.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We tried on lots of dresses. It was awesome. I bought two and they were beautiful.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I have just worked my last weekend at work. I have one shift tomorrow and then I am leaving that Tesco for my old Tesco where I shall work at the petrol station. Fun times.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">People are sad I am leaving, which is nice. Jenny wants says she doesn't want somebody else to start working my shifts, she wants me back. Boo hiss. </span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Janet passed her driving test, and on Saturday we looked at cars for her. Vroom.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sarah and I got engaged. </span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Last night, Janet and I went to the Westleigh. It was fun apart from when this really creepy dude came onto me. I told him Janet was my girlfriend and he said 'you can't have a girlfriend, you're too beautiful to do something like that'. I was really offended and yelled at him lots.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I told the man in the pizza shop that I could speak Arabic and Russian. When really I can say like 3 phrases in each of the languages. </span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I really suck at pool. </span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A man complimented my outfit and it pretty much made my week.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've not have a very eventful week. Okay bye.</span></span> </p> </li></ul>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-36501543065306970192007-06-05T08:39:00.001+00:002007-06-05T08:43:12.391+00:00photoblog = webcam fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheC3HbISTqrMGGJFvlrDuSowa9lojU4lhWNl_FDvyMNHBYuK2k-q2lh9GQQNPaH2zTrhe4MPIGXp_2gNlPVw2puXRqd7_Gg4cH_Ge-_Dbwz0K_W2b3tG-ztHkYKIUGQKUJ-PyUZhjRd1o/s1600-h/krin5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheC3HbISTqrMGGJFvlrDuSowa9lojU4lhWNl_FDvyMNHBYuK2k-q2lh9GQQNPaH2zTrhe4MPIGXp_2gNlPVw2puXRqd7_Gg4cH_Ge-_Dbwz0K_W2b3tG-ztHkYKIUGQKUJ-PyUZhjRd1o/s320/krin5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072497914278122658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8f1AialLFP8k4TqP9DR559Trpm9aITmRLr-urnrF1wanp9ao5phzmnavvVttqWy8xgXtW3yddXixyszEmZRJGLDveFUtCECXhEOExfSEb-a2nWuH_4eYqPWBCWwjEStsqqq8W1_Luho/s1600-h/krin3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8f1AialLFP8k4TqP9DR559Trpm9aITmRLr-urnrF1wanp9ao5phzmnavvVttqWy8xgXtW3yddXixyszEmZRJGLDveFUtCECXhEOExfSEb-a2nWuH_4eYqPWBCWwjEStsqqq8W1_Luho/s320/krin3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072497785429103762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2trz2_JAQZwGdBQDQJa6pQ7mKF9y_scbzbqbHVjX0egBXvDMm4R5I67nqMJTQWQ2HDCfj5hfLFeDRBPnrVUn3TZAyyRo7-5tQCSE0vWcFxvrtLY5ev79ufXVxgCW-FjTqpvVUBGG86s/s1600-h/krin2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2trz2_JAQZwGdBQDQJa6pQ7mKF9y_scbzbqbHVjX0egBXvDMm4R5I67nqMJTQWQ2HDCfj5hfLFeDRBPnrVUn3TZAyyRo7-5tQCSE0vWcFxvrtLY5ev79ufXVxgCW-FjTqpvVUBGG86s/s320/krin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072497635105248386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhmt1-U_VazUHBM5hXVOJxjevfcwYd_EQmugSdF1JbOskPBBtXbkAUAUj8vT28hsCaRQOjpMOWeo_o72vv8Jt02Il3O8pm1Zdm92_5TyDXmiL7hAehXCSQHrLfvczceP5CCwa7iWVtQ8/s1600-h/krin1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhmt1-U_VazUHBM5hXVOJxjevfcwYd_EQmugSdF1JbOskPBBtXbkAUAUj8vT28hsCaRQOjpMOWeo_o72vv8Jt02Il3O8pm1Zdm92_5TyDXmiL7hAehXCSQHrLfvczceP5CCwa7iWVtQ8/s320/krin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072497433241785458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0L-atGCzeEvu9ZAqU8G6CJxwDjADrW9eFM9SMQe5S4pe-pJAwk-9mCthWPlrvgF1WToZFp3l9X7-mFnByeRSswulKJypsmIBZd3_1im8nBAW4g4uUK4fwJsT9rtJVHhgtU8oMEg_PNms/s1600-h/kri4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0L-atGCzeEvu9ZAqU8G6CJxwDjADrW9eFM9SMQe5S4pe-pJAwk-9mCthWPlrvgF1WToZFp3l9X7-mFnByeRSswulKJypsmIBZd3_1im8nBAW4g4uUK4fwJsT9rtJVHhgtU8oMEg_PNms/s320/kri4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072497248558191714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />click on them ot make them bigger. yes.Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-2567407362503807112007-06-03T14:53:00.001+00:002007-06-03T14:53:45.519+00:00best week ever = 3rd june<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Best week ever - 3<sup>rd</sup> june</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </p> <ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Last Sunday at work, one of the lights starts smoking. About 4 managers stood under it and watched for 30 minutes or so, then it stopped smoking, then they decided to evacuate the whole building.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It was really fun, 40ish Tesco staff huddled under a trolley bay (it was raining), loads in cars, customers coming into the car park and looking confused and then leaving. The fire brigade came 20 minutes later and finally declared the store as safe, we were allowed back in and met up with all the checkouts full of abandoned shopping and random trolleys of shopping left in the aisle. It was race against the heat to get all the frozen and chilled stuff back in!</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Afterwards, I gave Jenny a lift to the station (my kind deed for the day) and drove to my friend Janine's house. There we got ready and hit the motorway for Blackpool.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I took a wrong turning and ended up on the M56, you see, the M56 and I have a somewhat complex relationship, for some reason I'm always drawn towards it. We managed to get on the right motorway in the end.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We were staying in Janines Grandmas caravan, when we found it we discovered the key didn't work. So we had to call her Aunt who drove up from Manchester with a copy of a key that worked. It was funny, we sat in the car and drank beer until she came. Fun.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We got in the caravan and say bye to her Aunt, then got ready to go out. Called a taxi and left around 11pm into the chavland that is Blackpool. We made friends with the Taxi man as usual (there and back) telling some story about how we had gotten married on holiday to some strangers and we were out celebrating our divorce. We had a spatula and a potato masher as props.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We went to Flares, made some friends, then around 2:30 went to the take away for pizza, made some more friends, then go the taxi back.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The next morning we went into Blackpool. Janine wanted to take me on the ride 'Valhalla' but after last time when she took me on 'Pepsi max the big one' and I felt like my bones were being crushed, it took her a lot of persuading. We had a beer first (yes, at 11am) and then queued up twice.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The ride was scary, dramatic music and loud chants, it was a log flume in the dark so you cant see the drops. Apart from it broke down twice, when it set off again Janine head butted me.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I found a poster and thought it was really cool, but when I unrolled it it turned out to be of a really old, lame British boy band 'blue'. It was funny.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We walked along the sea front, stopped in a couple of pubs and then got the tram back, ate and then was ready to set back home.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Janine took about 200 photos of the road/streets/pedestrians as I drove.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">On Tuesday night, I webcamed with Sarah and decided to dress myself up as I were bored. She actually cried laughing at me.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">On Friday, it was really hot so Janet and I went to the ampitheatre at uni and chilled. She fell asleep, I red, then we went to the pub. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Today (sunday) I did race for life for cancer research in a lovely park (it won park of the year in the uk 2006). I met up with people I work with at 9:30am (the race is supported by Tesco, so we all get cool tesco race for life t-shirts if we work there and do it together). The race started at 10:30, so we all got in line, some of us wearing pink fluffy wigs and set off.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A photographer came and took our photo, we will be in the local paper tomorrow.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I did it in 35 mins, which was not as fast as I did it last year, but not bad considering I had done no training at all.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Afterwards, we all crashed out on the grass and waiting for the other Tesco Staff to finish. It was a really got day and I got a bit burnt, but I have managed to race £70 for cancer research so I am proud of myself.</span></p></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">Expect photos above.<br /></span></li></ul>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-47662251369910798152007-05-31T14:34:00.000+00:002007-05-31T14:40:42.308+00:00Poetry Thursday : the negative self<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-UXZZYkl38vX2CI7OxGLyhyphenhyphenUMkMti3nX0Sh4I2zvIk8BRm5TlcmCJBjjY8cANURepb3O_RCKUQLLX5Vsu_1XDue6OOPCNEZ975oyhcfpRAzjzfu45Gufbd8HIMlzhTvcca8-ligDIEE/s1600-h/drinking_liquid_clocks_by_inmyroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-UXZZYkl38vX2CI7OxGLyhyphenhyphenUMkMti3nX0Sh4I2zvIk8BRm5TlcmCJBjjY8cANURepb3O_RCKUQLLX5Vsu_1XDue6OOPCNEZ975oyhcfpRAzjzfu45Gufbd8HIMlzhTvcca8-ligDIEE/s320/drinking_liquid_clocks_by_inmyroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070733211164233394" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Life is important. We only get one chance at life – but that does not mean we get only one chance to attain our goals. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I often read and hear people talk of their dreams, the younger the person is, the more exciting, amazing, magical the dream is. As we grow, the dreams fade into something more 'realistic'. The trouble is, where do we draw the line between something unrealistic and something possible when time and effort is put in? </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The trouble is, for some reason, it is human nature for us to put ourselves down. Tell yourself you want to be a singer 'don't be stupid' your find your mind shouting back at you 'you will never make it, you're too ugly, fat, tone deaf, shy' etc etc. I think it takes a lot of courage and a very brave person to turn around and realise that it doesn't actually matter if you fail. It does not mean you fail as a person, it does not mean you fail other people. It does not mean you have to stop, give up and go back to something more 'doable'. Many people fail many times before they actually get somewhere. You must believe in yourself and remember you can learn the talents, the skills, everytime you make a mistake you can take something positive from it so you do not repeat it.<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I'm not just talking about a high fly job like being a singer, or an actress. I mean things like moving away to a different country, taking a chance on a relationship even if it is 3000 miles away, attempting to run a marathon and raise money for it for a charity, setting up a business, many different dreams that we have always wanted in the back of our minds, but kept them there out of fear. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">There is no set number of times you can attempt your goals. There are set backs, such as money and time of course, but I really believe if you really want something but fear is stopping you, you should try to get over it and give it a good go anyway. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Even if you do fail, you know you have not lived a life of regret. Attempting something and not quite getting there has to be better than spending the rest of your life thinking 'what if?', right? </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">~~</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;">Poetry Thursday -</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;">These ugly things I birth</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I was under swept in red wine<br />holding a diagnosis with my teeth,<br />I should not share the paper work,<br />the blood work, or the morning sickness<br />that curls up inside me like twins<br />(one black, one white)<br />with the rest of you. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I should tuck it inside paper airplanes<br />and with my sticky fingers, push<br />through the earths atmosphere<br />hoping it won't boomerang.<br />Though it always does,<br /><br />last time it took 7 months,<br />I spent time in rivers with the apples<br />and pomegranates. I swam<br />inside their colours<br />until one child returned,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I could smell the amenorrhea<br />in her short-fused hair,<br />and I could see her skipping,<br />smiling, with a toilet bowl in her arms. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-53160608785262731382007-05-28T20:39:00.000+00:002007-05-28T20:56:11.747+00:00photoblog = blackpoolme and janine went to blackpool.<br /><br />yes we did.<br /><br />way there:<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65102_9137.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65108_456.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65109_697.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />we got there and the key didnt work. sad. janines aunt had to drive from manchester to bring another.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65111_1155.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />we finally get in caravan and get ready to go out.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89010_2425.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89011_2681.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89012_2930.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89013_3171.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89014_3413.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89015_3657.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />we took props<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89016_8978.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89018_7095.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65114_1835.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65116_2266.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65117_2482.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />we go to flares<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65122_3609.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65124_4052.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89019_4634.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />janine got her hand stuck. it was funny.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89023_5634.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89024_1520.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89025_6116.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89026_6364.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89029_9150.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65121_3385.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65127_4744.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65129_5245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65130_5473.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65131_5724.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65133_6233.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />pleasure beach lolz<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89031_7590.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />we ate here<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89035_8605.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />this man was my friend<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89036_8857.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89037_9114.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89040_9867.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />ride of fear<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65141_8082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65142_8343.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65150_6990.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />i wrote my will before going on the ride of doom<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65151_7220.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65152_7457.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65153_7688.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65154_7939.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65155_8188.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />i found this poster and was really happy<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65156_8433.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />rock<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89043_4483.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />tram<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89069_4596.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />sea<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89072_5308.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89083_7907.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89085_8394.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />female viagra yay<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65159_9137.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65160_9398.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65161_9648.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65162_9886.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65163_127.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />blackpool tower<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n515168666_65164_361.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />on the way home janine got photo happy. she took millions oh no.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_89117_6403.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-85802417166702515452007-05-28T20:20:00.000+00:002007-05-28T20:25:45.395+00:00photoblog = beckys birthdayi went to a party on friday. fun.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_88987_6990.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_88988_7224.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_88991_7923.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_88992_8148.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_88993_8383.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_88994_8623.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_88997_5121.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_88999_5575.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_89000_7668.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_89002_535.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_89003_773.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_89004_1008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_89005_1245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n283300234_89006_1484.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n511088022_53980_71.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n511088022_53983_7795.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/n511088022_54033_7883.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-70728498807257253082007-05-26T15:51:00.000+00:002007-05-26T15:53:52.542+00:00best week ever = 26th May (a day early due to going away tomorrow)<ul><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Krinkleting - </span><span style="font-size:85%;">26<sup>th</sup> May (a day early due to going away tomorrow)</span></li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">On sunday night I drove home without warning to parents house, I took a load of things I don't need here back so my room is much easier to keep tidy and less cluttered now. Hurrah.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My Dad gave me some DVDs of videos of me as a kid. I was such a little freak.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I bought Maroon 5's new album and I love it. I was def worth the long long long wait.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I went on a Poking mission on facebook and currently have 42 pokes. </span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I went to Nottingham to meet Sarah, I've not seen her since Easter. It was amazing fun. We ended up driving back to Birmingham at midnight and staying at hers, it would have made more sense for me to just drive to Birmingham in the first place. But hey, it was a fun new adventure and I have not been to Nottingham before. </span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We saw a crazy man jump over a boy. He also laid on nails. </span> </p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We saw ugly chavs and this one said something like 'can i have a kiss' or something. and i was like 'how old are you' and he was 17. i said i was 23 lolz. then Sarah spoke and they said 'are you from America' (Sarah was born in England but moved to Canada so has Canadian accent) . His friend was like 'I'm 13 and I've had sex with a girl who was my girlfriend'. what the hell? Oh no.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I got a fly in my eye and Sarah got it out </span> </p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We had a nap in the snoil</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I broke my elbow.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I got blisters on my feet.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sarah took my blood pressure (med student) and it was low. but the next morning it was healthy.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">She also checked my reflexes and they are great</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I listened to my heart beat with the stpespgsihisnshop</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I have some calcium pills</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We were walking through Nottingham looking for the fountains to sit by and I was saying how we are so amazing at directions and we should do orientation as our jobs. This man was looking at us funny. Then we realised we were lost and had to ask said man for directions. Walking off, I said 'I guess we shouldn't do orientation then' Sarah – 'no. and I think it's orienteering'</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We got lost in Nottingham</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We got lost in Birmingham</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">She taught me how to fill car tires up. </span> </p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I limped for two days because of the blister on my foot</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My jeans are blood stained from my elbow</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We have some secrets. </span> </p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Overall, we had a happy time.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Friday morning I got a phone call from Tesco transfer center and they told me they had a job for me at Tesco at home. Hurrah, I'll be working in the petrol station. Also, I shall be working Tuesday and Friday nights. No weekends for me. Hurrah!</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I went to a party last night, it was fun. I got a cocktail given to me in a melon as soon as I walked through the door.</span></p> </li><li style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I played sing star on the play station an won. I played the trumpet again and I'm a natural. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" >My alarm clock did not go off this morning and I was late for work. Oh no</span>. </p> </li></ul>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-1202322091169554472007-05-24T21:14:00.001+00:002007-05-24T21:23:36.125+00:00photoblog = fun with sarahMe and Sarah decided to drive half way for a reunion. I drove down the M1, she drove up and we parked her car at a service station and took mine into nottingham for a day of fun.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/pink.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is me looking pimp the day before<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_85991_4230.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_85992_4462.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />it was a sunny day. i got there first and waited.<br /><br />we saw this dude outside primark jumping over people.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_85994_4918.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is sarah. she looks as though she is about to do something bad bad bad<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_85995_5149.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_85996_5380.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_85998_5843.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_85999_6076.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />tesco woooo<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86003_6990.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />we sat on some grass and this was our view<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86004_7219.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />mmm juice<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86005_7457.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86006_7690.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86009_8414.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />police<br /><br />snoil. we actually both took a nap in the snoil for hours and woke up at like 11pm. the light was gone.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86010_8673.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />we have same eyes and skin and stuff<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86011_8907.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86013_9375.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />=O<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86014_9609.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this was sad. i spilt the crisps and cut my elbow and i also have blisters on me feet.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86015_9847.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />because staying over at sarahs house was not planned, she had to lend me stuffs. big pjs that were too short and i stole her hat. i was looking very sexy<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86016_85.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i had them on inside but didnt realise. this is the tag. it looks like i am looking at my penis<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86017_321.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300234_86018_559.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-40493159949980290902007-05-24T21:03:00.000+00:002007-05-24T21:10:44.230+00:00Poetry Thursday: caught in that place<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiRrsvsBXM9elqJGwqtJZccPCDAshm0S8WefNv1C0oJguOJY2IXyAST_zxRygPbPcUSwsNgXt_CDs1tOg2roBzqqOSVdX6XFQhxWV30qNWsW7t7rQTczyWcOyJJNS2bZLqFczy5d_zOk/s1600-h/caught_in_that_place_by_inmyroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiRrsvsBXM9elqJGwqtJZccPCDAshm0S8WefNv1C0oJguOJY2IXyAST_zxRygPbPcUSwsNgXt_CDs1tOg2roBzqqOSVdX6XFQhxWV30qNWsW7t7rQTczyWcOyJJNS2bZLqFczy5d_zOk/s320/caught_in_that_place_by_inmyroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068236091408535202" border="0" /></a> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I am not a fan of passive aggressiveness, it makes me feel uncomfortable because for some reason it does not seem to warrant me pointing out when comments have been directed at me because somebody can easily turn around and make out you are being paranoid, or it is about something/someone else, yet they can still hurt. This is something I find hard to deal with and therefore will vow to try my very hardest to not be passive aggressive towards anyone from now on. I shall either say what I meant to a persons face, or not say anything at all. If you are not willing to talk about a problem or issue then I do not believe you should hold the right to make comments, digs and hints. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Also, I fear I have a problem of giving all my care and support to one person, even if it isn't always needed. This scares me and also saddens me. I have recently managed to balance friendships more evenly gained the ability to take support/advice from multiple people rather than just one. The truth is that I have a hell of a lot inside of me to offer to people and I'm going to start giving it to multiple people who need/want whatever kind of support. I have become better at doing this in the past few months, but I am not completely happy with this part of me yet. I feel young, foolish and like I am too much. Or not enough. Or too eager. Or too useless. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I keep trying to remember what Chelsea wrote on a post it note for me last year – 'you are enough, you do enough, you try enough'.</p><br /><br />Hopefully I well get there in the end.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Poetry Thursday: cancer of the Kardia</span><br /><br /><br />My heart did not speak, but howled - 'I feel more like a tumor'<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I didn't want to admit it was right, </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> instead I pushed it through tensed intercostals </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> and carried it in a red tractor. We drove on A roads</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> holding up traffic for miles </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> and would not let edgy vehicles pass. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> It pushed back through me singing half-truths I was not ready for </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> - 'you have hands like clamped cars </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> and they have not yet learned to listen' </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> the syllables sounded like symbols and I was afraid</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> to admit it, but I was on the transport to a nuclear war </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> with myself and we could not find enough white flags<br /> <br />to shove between my ribcage, only foul words</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> and realisations that I wanted to pluck out</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> and hide in wheelbarrows, but could not. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-52225888966005556682007-05-21T16:35:00.000+00:002007-05-21T16:40:24.699+00:00photoblog = ballsaturday, donna left us forever.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010001-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />look at her empty room<br /><br />janet was real sad<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010003-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />hello tarren hello andy<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010004-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />they are in love.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010005-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />this was what our table looked like<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010006-14.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />me and janet. she was my date for the night.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010007-13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />ick<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010008-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />this is the sexiest photo of me ever. not.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010009-13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />me and my bitch<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010012-7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />fun stuff<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010013-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />ok calm the fuck down corinne<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010014-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />i do not remember this photo.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300561_83125_4049.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />i am sorry there are not more, i was REALLY drunk and that is the only time i actually do not like taking photos.<br /><br />tarren has some and when she uploads them, i shall update again.<br /><br />ok.Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-22011418249106803572007-05-20T22:30:00.000+00:002007-05-20T22:39:16.179+00:00best week ever = 20th may<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Krinkleting – 20<sup>th</sup> may</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </p> <ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Webcam is ruining my life. I spent way too much time on webcam instead of studying for my exam. Sarah spent way too much time on webcam instead of doing her dr studying. We are going to fail our degrees.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was feeling rather low on Wednesday, it was raining outside and I wanted to go and stand in it. I asked Tarren to come with me and I stood in the rain with no shoes or coat on. I then laid down on the floor and just let the rain wash over me and all the negativity go. I then off-loaded a few of my problems onto Tarren. Poor Tarren. I cried a little and proceeded to climb the 4 flights of stairs to my room where I drank half bottle of vodka. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I drank a bottle of vodka in two days. I do not remember much about those two days, but I am sure I had fun.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I have finished my 2<sup>nd</sup> year of university! I sat my last exam on Friday</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Said exam gave me a panic attack. I sat down, opened it up and started to read – but I couldn't understand any of the words and started to think it was some strange tense I've not learned yet and was going to fail thanks to webcam. But they had just given me the Spanish exam instead of the French. You have to love how everything is so amazingly well organised in my life. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Before my exam, I laid in the hallway dramatically shouting that I had narcolepsy and a broken arm and zebra disease and therefore should get mitigated circumstances and not have to sit the exam.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I had fun at work on Saturday. I was sat on the basket til with some cool people, despite the fact that I had to serve customers, I had a laugh.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Donna moved out, and and and I have her mattress. This is possibly the happiest thing that has happened to me in my whole life because everyones beds are thin, hard, foam mattresses and I've had so many sleeping problems due to this. But we swapped before she left and now it is mine =) =) =) it is so comfy! I'm finally going to have the wonderful ability to sleep once again.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It was the Pharmacy ball on Saturday night. It was wonderful and yvonne got me very drunk. Ha. We danced and danced and danced and laughed at lot. I now have a secret too which is funny but I cannot tell anyone. =D</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">This morning, I woke up really hung over. I went to work and had to get off my checkout because I was going to be sick. I am sometimes really sexy. Then I had my break and ate hoola hoops and started to feel much better, which was good because the Team Leader made me supervise the checkouts while she went and covered the others break around the other checkouts. I told a girl off for not staying on her till. It was good, I won. The customers love me, when I am confident about what I am doing I am really organised, confident and capable and I feel like when my confidence kicks in (it has done a hell of a lot in the past 3 months) I could easily have a job with a lot of responsibility or be a manager – as long as I am well trained and learn not to doubt my abilities. That is a good realisation to get. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The internet at university is dead! So I came home, haha. Addict much? I was going to come maybe Tuesday because I had so much things I never use in my room and needed to bring back to start my move home, so it's not as bad as it sounds!</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I told my mum how I love that when I come home, I cause so much choas and mess and then leave the next day. I am ruining their life. She lol'ed at me =O. Gosh.</span></p></li></ul> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Poem of the week. </span><br />This is one of my personal favourite poems, when you really look at it and come to learn the relevence of the things inside it, you really learn to appriciate it. </span></span><br /><br /><table class="idx" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1"> <tbody><tr><td class="head"><pre><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lady Lazarus - Syliva Plath</span><br /> <br /> I have done it again.<br /> One year in every ten<br /> I manage it----<br /> <br /> A sort of walking miracle, my skin<br /> Bright as a Nazi lampshade,<br /> My right foot<br /> <br /> A paperweight,<br /> My face a featureless, fine<br /> Jew linen.<br /> <br /> Peel off the napkin<br /> 0 my enemy.<br /> Do I terrify?----<br /> <br /> The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?<br /> The sour breath<br /> Will vanish in a day.<br /> <br /> Soon, soon the flesh<br /> The grave cave ate will be<br /> At home on me<br /> <br /> And I a smiling woman.<br /> I am only thirty.<br /> And like the cat I have nine times to die.<br /> <br /> This is Number Three.<br /> What a trash<br /> To annihilate each decade.<br /> <br /> What a million filaments.<br /> The peanut-crunching crowd<br /> Shoves in to see<br /> <br /> Them unwrap me hand and foot<br /> The big strip tease.<br /> Gentlemen, ladies<br /> <br /> These are my hands<br /> My knees.<br /> I may be skin and bone,<br /> <br /> Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.<br /> The first time it happened I was ten.<br /> It was an accident.<br /> <br /> The second time I meant<br /> To last it out and not come back at all.<br /> I rocked shut<br /> <br /> As a seashell.<br /> They had to call and call<br /> And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.<br /> <br /> Dying<br /> Is an art, like everything else,<br /> I do it exceptionally well.<br /> <br /> I do it so it feels like hell.<br /> I do it so it feels real.<br /> I guess you could say I've a call.<br /> <br /> It's easy enough to do it in a cell.<br /> It's easy enough to do it and stay put.<br /> It's the theatrical<br /> <br /> Comeback in broad day<br /> To the same place, the same face, the same brute<br /> Amused shout:<br /> <br /> 'A miracle!'<br /> That knocks me out.<br /> There is a charge<br /> <br /> For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge<br /> For the hearing of my heart----<br /> It really goes.<br /> <br /> And there is a charge, a very large charge<br /> For a word or a touch<br /> Or a bit of blood<br /> <br /> Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.<br /> So, so, Herr Doktor.<br /> So, Herr Enemy.<br /> <br /> I am your opus,<br /> I am your valuable,<br /> The pure gold baby<br /> <br /> That melts to a shriek.<br /> I turn and burn.<br /> Do not think I underestimate your great concern.<br /> <br /> Ash, ash ---<br /> You poke and stir.<br /> Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----<br /> <br /> A cake of soap,<br /> A wedding ring,<br /> A gold filling.<br /> <br /> Herr God, Herr Lucifer<br /> Beware<br /> Beware.<br /> <br /> Out of the ash<br /> I rise with my red hair<br /> And I eat men like air.</pre> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p></td> </tr> <tr> <td><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="body"><br /></td></tr></tbody> </table>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-54136268246437009262007-05-19T17:23:00.000+00:002007-05-19T17:32:55.843+00:00photoblog = msn video conversations have taken over my lifethis is me and sarah.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/us-1.png" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />because we can no longer be real life friends due to her birminghamness and my bradfordness, we have attempted to recapture our friendship on webcam and video conversations.<br /><br />we are both going to fail our degress due to this. but it is okay because the world has enough doctors and french people.<br /><br />this is me waiting for sarah<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/sarame.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is me and sarah drinking red wine together<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/red.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is me and sarah drinking red wine in real life<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n223400246_1530441_1405.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is me and sarah with clips on our noses<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/almond.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is sarahs view of me<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/17-05-07_1646.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is me and sarah in hoodies<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/hoodie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />this is me and sarah still in hoodies<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/hoodie2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />sarah met my flatmates and they were puzzled over her canadian accent but being born and living in birmingham<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/corconfuse2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/corfriends2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />in other news, me and tarren have been at war.<br /><br />i stole her lamb. i took this photo. i emailed her the photo and said if she does not give me money the lamb gets it.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/Picture042.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />she ran down the corried and straight into my room without knocking and stole it back :(<br /><br />she thought she had won.. but...<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/Picture043.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />in other other news, after we went to leeds last friday we celebrated my birthday with polka.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010001-11.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010003-11.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010004-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010005-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010006-13.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is my rug. note the tag, i have to have it upside down bc i spilt curry on it.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010007-12.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />lol my boobs are retarded<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010008-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />dress i am wearing tonight<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010016-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />ok byeCorinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-66542746285834149192007-05-18T21:21:00.000+00:002007-05-18T21:25:19.278+00:00Poetry Thursday - On friday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1iy1u1dFKEBdY286uXWcrfxXo1VSZ2ScVvEFJXl2Ma1XzZ3q9zZ1hfa7CDuYBEMcyDNm0I69hBWJiwc4JZCPEuV3myLbEo_Vz2A60R0O-jqIivTlUydWGO2gbA2CyQWXe-BRrXY086R8/s1600-h/child.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1iy1u1dFKEBdY286uXWcrfxXo1VSZ2ScVvEFJXl2Ma1XzZ3q9zZ1hfa7CDuYBEMcyDNm0I69hBWJiwc4JZCPEuV3myLbEo_Vz2A60R0O-jqIivTlUydWGO2gbA2CyQWXe-BRrXY086R8/s320/child.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066014884646899346" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">This Entry is a day late because I've had an exam today, so I was busy studying.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Anyway – my exams are now over and I feel a sense of relief, but also a sense of emptiness. I cannot believe I have finished my second year of university. The relief comes from being able to relax and take my time to indulge in other things.. get a bit of fun back in my life, but also emptiness because three of my flatmates are leaving tomorrow and I know I am going to struggle to find things to do. I have to stay here to work weekends and do Race for Life. I still have some friends up here, and one of my flatmates is still here. I have to take some stuff home at some point next week so I'll have enough room in my car when I move out for real.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">My main focus this week has been studying, so I don't really have much to update. I've learnt a few things about my ability to express myself to others and I'm going to stop waiting around for contact when I am in doubt, as it ruins my day worrying and I can never really know how things are interpreted or what people are thinking unless I ask. I need to remember that my feelings are valid and so are other peoples. People have a way of thinking their problems are bigger than everyone elses, when in reality it is not true a lot of the time. Feelings are valid simply because they are there and nobody should be made to feel that their expression of their own suffering is not merited simply because the next person is suffering more. Maybe if people just accepted that their own problems and feelings are unique to them, and that other people are problems that are also undeniable the world would be a much nicer place. It is not a competition of who is suffering more, or whose problems are worse because that attitude just causes self doubt and resentment. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">There is nothing worse than trying to confide in somebody and when you express an emotion, the come back with something about themselves 'well that happens to me but worse' or 'i felt like that but i got over it'. Saying 'I understand' is not always what we need to hear, downplaying are problems does not always help – most of the time it makes us feeling like we have no right to verbalise a situation in fear of somebody blowing it of as not a big deal. It is a big deal to the person with their heart hanging out of their chest and their brain running marathons with no finish line in sight. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Sometimes to get over things, we simply need to accept and express to be able to finally let it go. We need to stand up and say 'you know what? I have this going on right now and things are hard, and it is complicated and it is hard work and it is exhausting and I do not need to hear how lucky I am <span style="font-style: italic;">right now. </span>I just need to feel'</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">~~</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;">we just need to feel</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I guess I was the hallway girl</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">who gave you narcolepsy, I ran through you</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">at three-thousand miles an hour,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I ran through you mid sentence </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">and you could not speak </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">as well as I wanted you to. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Fall in love with me, I have loud speakers</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">for pores and I cannot hear you </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">under the volume of the love bite where </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">my heart beat used to be. Hold candle light</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">to my chest and do not burn me</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">even though I want you to.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I'm the handstand girl<br />in your playground, in your lake</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">in your ice-cream van, in the mirror on your wall </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">opening and closing my summer legs </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">as I somersault and cartwheel</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">through your covered up skin. and I asked you questions</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">about the your insides </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">and you could not speak</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">at all. </p>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-80763971935123912042007-05-13T09:04:00.001+00:002007-05-13T09:13:31.689+00:00Krinkleting - 13th may<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </p> <ul><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Monday was bank holiday, I worked 9 hours and was sat on a checkout for a grand total of an hour. I was running for a bit, and then doing returns and other things that equal not being on a checkout. Overall, it was a successful day.</span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">On Monday night I went to the westleigh with Paul, Mark, Liz, Kallum and some other random people. It was fun, it was the first time I have seen Kallum drunk and the first time I've been sober in the presence of Liz. We found the biggest crisp in the world, Kallum ate it.</span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Afterwards, we went back to Forster halls. Liz and I stole an automatic hand towel dispenser that Paul had stolen. It was pretty amazing, you hover your hand over this sensor and out pops the towel. Then we chatted for ages.</span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">On Tuesday night I went to see 'the bridge to terabithia' with Joe from work. IT IS AMAZING. I love it so much and now everyone has to watch it otherwise they cannot be my friend. Duh. </span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I spent pretty much the whole of wednesday watching and listening to the soundtrack of the bridge to Terabithia. Fun stuff. </span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I showed my boobs to people on the Internet. They showed me theirs back. Aly - 'they're amazing. i think they have healing powers.'</span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Thursday night I called Marina and we spoke for like an hour. How fun.</span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Friday I went to Leeds with le flatmates. Janet had her ears pierced. I bought a beautiful dress and some other random things that I cannot afford. Then we celebrated my 21<sup>st</sup> birthday with a game of polka. I lost. I was sad. I was really tired and got up and went to bed at 10. I am cool.</span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Donna gave me a headband.</span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I ordered terabithia on DVD and now it's mine. Somebody on ebay bought it in America and then sold it to me. I'm making copies like mad and handing them out.</span></p> </li><li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I spoke to Jennifer on the phone for an hour. Then a spider came and Donna had to get it for me. Then my phone card ran out so our conversation was no more. Jennifer says: the last thing I heard was 'spider spider i'm going to die'. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">Fun MSN convo with sarah<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" > #1</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: i have oeustrapramosiuis</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: i love your medicine</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: its the best</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: i know</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: im a great dr</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: say that outloud </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: its fun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">fun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: i have a degree in fun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: lucky</span><br /></span></p></li></ul><br /><ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fun Conversation with sarah #2<br /><span style=""><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: i scanned my face</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says:: when</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: like an hour ago</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: i didnt learn how to do that when i was studying my degree of fun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says:: let me see</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: it was amazing fun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: it didn't come out digitally! weird i don't get</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says:: i need to buy a scanner so i cam do this</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says:i text you picture of print out which is crappy but oh well</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: i am artiste</span></span></span></p></li></ul><ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Fun conversation with Marina #1<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Marina says: you were in my dream last night but i can't remember what you were doing<br />Corinne says: i was probably having a wank<br />Marina says: haha i don't know I think i would have remembered that<br />Corinne says: ok</span></span></p></li></ul><ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fun conversation with Sarah #3<br /><span style=""><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: i changed my jeans</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: because i want to keep my sisters</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: ok</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: hahaha</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: good plan</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: so i am going to accidentally on purpose forget them here</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: cunning</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Corinne says: you are a cunning linguist</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sarah Jane says: shocking</span><br /></span></span></p></li></ul><ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">Fun conversation with My friend Stacey who is having a baby soooooooooooon.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Corinne says: im going to share your baby with you<br />coco says: ok but we cant give him axes n blow torches n stuff, ok<br />Corinne says: okay =(</span></span></p></li></ul>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-35572118152708244582007-05-11T18:19:00.000+00:002007-05-11T18:23:29.917+00:00photoblog = leedsyesterday i went for a run<br /><br />these were my threadz<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010001-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is my top. it is tesco's boys and it is recycle and cool<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010003-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is what i wore when i got back and showered<br /><br />i like my toes<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010006.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010011-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />today we went to leeds. this was our train<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010012-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />tarren will yell at me for posting this.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010013-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />ticket and diet coke cool<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010014-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />we went to the tatto shop so janet could get wholes in her ears.<br /><br />look at my name in chink<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010015-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />oh no i was politically incorrect.<br /><br />bubbles in leeds<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010016-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />bubbles plus tarrens head<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010017-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />janet was bored in tk maxx<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010018-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i tried on high shoes<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010019-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is my new dress<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010021.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />then we went home. hi station<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010022-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />station says: hi corinne<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010023-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />now it's my 21st birthday so we are having polka nightCorinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-22585943345147428752007-05-10T08:59:00.000+00:002007-05-10T14:05:29.920+00:00Poetry Thursday: My Terabithia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22_l4a8eTJAg4sGYJhFe348ZIfilyahd62FHU0OVBfepmtYkcHotQGzCY96ULPiSFXopjbE_L-nCHU0pPQuyRj4H3UN6zNjxfjMePlSNqeCZa4TcK98SygL5wMHUFm-TYirfu8ZaHFmA/s1600-h/A_new_arrangement_by_inmyroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22_l4a8eTJAg4sGYJhFe348ZIfilyahd62FHU0OVBfepmtYkcHotQGzCY96ULPiSFXopjbE_L-nCHU0pPQuyRj4H3UN6zNjxfjMePlSNqeCZa4TcK98SygL5wMHUFm-TYirfu8ZaHFmA/s320/A_new_arrangement_by_inmyroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062854262631611394" border="0" /></a>I watched the movie 'Bridge To Terabithia' on Tuesday night - It's pretty much the most amazing film I have ever seen. The trailer does not even do it justice. The cast were amazing, the effects were amazing but not too overdone, the story line was magical and beautiful. This is a film I shall watch over and over for the rest of my life. It was inspiring and exactly how I was as a child.<br /><br /> For todays 'thursday musings' -<br />I see my life as a learning process, I view it as an adventure full of dreams that come true and nightmares that happen. I've come to understand the importance of sadness and despair - you cannot live in a world where positive exists and negative is extinct. If such a world did exist, it would be rather 'neutral', boring and full of no meaning, void of all goals. There is no 'happiness' if there is no sadness to compare it with. The concept of Good is lost in a black hole without an understand and the presence of Evil. The trick is to use each negative experience as if it's a page from the big old Book of Life. You learn about yourself, you expand your ability to grow in to a more solid person of the 'you' which was prior, you learn who your real friends are and it helps you appreciate the positive things in love when they come around (and they will).<br /><br />I do not know if I believe in God, but if He is out there, I'm a strong believer that poverty, evil and natural disasters happen for a reason. Poverty allows us to experience compassion for those suffering, it allows us the choice of trying to help others. Natrual disaster brings communities together = it shows peoples true colours - we pray, we hope, we give money to charity, we hold silence, we come together. A world that was perviously full of faceless strangers suddenly becomes a community of human beings with big personalities and even bigger hearts - it brings out the best in most people.<br /><br />So the negative experiences insures we are able to feel emotions, which is what life is about, which is what makes us humans. Evil makes us become stronger, more grounded people. Sadness, hurting, bad events are necessary.<br /><br />This week I have decided to stop letting people hurt me and get away with it. For a long time I believed in just letting everything go and keep quiet, as to not cause drama, confrontation and upset. This eventually led to me holding a lot of hostility within this skin - anger has a funny way of turning into hate, and hate has a funny way of turning into self-hate when allowed to fester. Feelings always end up being turned on myself. I allowed people to walk all over me. I'm not going to hold grudges, I do not want negativity in my life - but when somebody upsets me, shouts at me, acts towards me in a way that is out of line, I will take some time to think (but not obsess) and then tell that person it's not okay to treat me in that way. If they listen, I can let it go and carry on with the relationship. If they don't, then they are simply not worth my time if they don't see my feelings and my upset as valid.<br /><br />I'm not going to allow myself to be treated in some of the ways I have been treated in my life. Everyone has people who treat them like crap at some point - that is unavoidable and beyond my (or their) control. But how I (and you) deal with it is within your control.<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />Poetry Thursday this week is inspired by 'the randomizor' on poetrythursday.org<br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold;">We are taproots.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I will not panic in the absence, </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">of your xanax hair that makes you feel like those things</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">you try to believe in. Like your humor, </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">like your smile, like you're inflated to the bigger person</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">you wish to chew on</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">without letting the fat cells sink </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">to thigh-level and your skull</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">to sky-level. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Your scowl is the one thing</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">that makes my eyes turn into spiral stairs</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">at 8am. We are more than car park friends now,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I wait in phone boxes and you sit on rooftops </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">with your theorem-lids vomiting sleep --</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">you should not let them hit the ground,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">we do not know this gravel well.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">You speak in half truths --</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">you say I'm a victim of finger nails</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">that bleed like water fountains. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">You say I am fourteen and lost</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">inside a house of mirrors. You say</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I collect mistakes for the sake of a story,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">for the sake of a laugh, for the sake of a desperate poem </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">that I will not-send to you, </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">but I imagine your reaction anyway.</p>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-36850028723369073092007-05-08T09:31:00.000+00:002007-05-08T09:34:26.097+00:00Photoblog = Fire alarms and pubsSo, we had a fire alarm sunday.<br /><br />naturally the first thing i grab is my laptop.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010004-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />then i make my friends hold it so i can take a photo.<br /><br />i dont know who that girl is. she wanted to be cool like me though.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010003-9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />i went to the pub with these people last night<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010002-11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />this is kallum. he is my best friend.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010003-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />this is the biggest crisp in the world. we wanted to send it in to ant and dec, but kallum ate it.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010005-8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />he's looking for mark<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010006-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />he found mark<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010007-11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /></a>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-60521265823964865202007-05-06T17:14:00.001+00:002007-05-06T17:17:06.069+00:00Krinkleting - 6th may 2007<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;">May 6<sup>th</sup></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> </p> <ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: times new roman;"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Went out on Sunday night at 11:30 randomly, went to FLARES and it was wonderful because I love flares, all the best people go to flares. Then I went back to Forster halls for an after party with my friends and we drank more and they turned me into a human catapult by putting me on a swivel chair and hurling me at a student-made ramp which was previously for some disabled person.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">On Monday I went to tesco, Janet took a photo of me and Donna in front of said tesco and a man was in this car laughing. I said 'that man is happy because we are having fun and he wants to have fun too' and then he laughed even more. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It was really sunny on tuesday, I handed my essays in (yay) and did my washing, Donna and I decided to sit outside in the sun and revise. I thought it couldnt get any more perfect than that, until we noticed one of the cars had been clamped. Anyone who knows me will know I love the clampman and his clamps. Apart from the time he clamped me. Everyone should need how it feels to be clamped. It' just one of those emotions you have to experience in life. It was amazing.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Then we went to Lister Park and sat on the grass with our work, the wind blew and about 40 sheets of Janets revision blew down the park, she ran ofter it. Then Donna helped. Then I took my camera out and snapped a photo. I need to learn to be quicker. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I got my oral and interpreting over with. After my oral, I walked back into the language resource centre, into the side room where Liz was and threw myself on the floor. I've never felt so relieved in my entire life, it was overwhelming.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Liz said I was nice to her that day, she still had to wait an hour to do hers and was kinda freaking out a bit.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I've noticed that people call me babe all the time. In bars, the women will be like 'here's your drink babe', then when I handed my essay in the woman was like 'do you have work to submit, babe'. It happens all the time and then I asked some other people, and apparently it doesn't happen to them. So maybe I am a babe. Cool. Discuss. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I had the most amazing Saturday of my entire lift. I want to do it again. I went to the ampitheatre with Donna, we sat on the grass, watched others play sport at the bottom amongst the other students and it was calming and amazing. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Then we went to my friends Liz's BBQ and gatecrashed. He housemates are my best friends I love them and they love me. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Then we left, we saw Janet on the way back and decided to go to walkabout and danced loads. I was drunk but not stupidly drunk and I remember everything and I didnt want to leave EVER but had to as I work sundays and Donna wanted to go. It's always the best time to leave when you are having fun because it means you love it even more. I did I did I loved it. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I had to serve some chavs at work, they bought £350 of stuff and paid in cash, they looked like drug dealers so the team leader checked the money beforeI accepted it and all the managers were watching, they were acting so strange and the woman pulled out about £4000 worth of twenty pound notes from her pocket, and as my team leader was checking to make sure they were real the man was like 'it's real I've worked all week for that' and the woman was like 'it's nobody's business'. They were real edgy about getting out of the shop though. Lolz. I nearly had a panic attack it was way cool.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kallum – do you have a safer tag or a knife?<br />Me – Oh, yes I have the knife that I carry around with me.<br />All the time.<br />It's so I can stab you.<br />When you get in the snoil.<br />Kallum – you scare me sometimes. </span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jenny – you sit like a freak, yay (I have my legs cross and up in my checkout)<br />Me – yes<br />Jenny – don't you get pins and needles?<br />Me – No, but my legs go numb and then I put my foot on the floor and can't feel the ground, it freaks me out it's fun.<br />Jenny – You're a strange character.<br />(I should note that this Jenny is a different person from the one I mentioned last week)</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tarren is home. Tarren is home. Tarren is home. YAY. </span></p> </li></ul> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: times new roman;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Poem of the week :<br />Poem of Low Latitudes by</b> Mike Dockins<br /><br />Let's crumple calendars, smash watches.<br /><br />Let's throw ropes around the Moon,<br />never stop swallowing its linens.<br /><br />Let's recline the way the horizon does,<br />every evening, yawning across Tropic lines.<br /><br />Let's fill a hammock with limes.<br /><br />Let's fall asleep on the reef,<br />stare up through clear water at trembling stars.<br /><br />Let's climb a coconut tree & squeal like monkeys.<br /><br />Let's ride a trade wind like paper airplanes.<br /><br />Let's watch the sky wheel & wheel<br />from under straw hats.<br /><br />Let's count a billion stars,<br />lose track at a billion minus one, then start over,<br />until we glitter with white sand.<br /><br />Let's tumble together until the earth is flat.<br /><br />Let me sail like Magellan into you,<br />unfold the maps of your roundness.<br /><br />Let's hope for the volcano.<br /><br />Let's reinvent the godless universe ballooning.<br /><br />Let's crawl into a conch shell<br />& bang on a bongo.<br /><br />Let's build a bonfire<br />that boils away the atmosphere.<br /><br />Let's sublimate, evaporate, condense.<br /><br />Let's get drunk on the real stars—<br />helium engines strumming<br />our own cores to a glow.<br /><br />Let me wear your warm skin.<br /><br />Let's simplify: skin, nerve, synapse, nucleus,<br />hydrogen, quark, the unpronounceable....<br /></p>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-80419724872377614092007-05-06T06:33:00.000+00:002007-05-06T06:45:53.145+00:00Photoblog = BEST DAY OFF MY LIFEyesterday was amazing.<br />i loved it. it was amazing. it was happy. it was the best saturday that ever existed.<br /><br />i worked until 3, then me and donna went to the ampitheature.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010001-10.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />sun makes me look like this<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010002-10.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />then we went to a BBQ at Liz's house. it was fun and amazing and cool.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010004-7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010005-7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is the girl i am going to france with okay.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010006-11.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i have food are you jealous?<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010007-10.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i take real good photos.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010008-8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010009-11.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010010-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010013-3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i wish i had a normal face too<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010014-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />liz and her best friend match.<br />they're too kewl for skewl.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010015-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />im a monkey<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010017-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />icecream van<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010018-3.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />then we went to WALKABOUT and danced and danced and danced but my camera had ran out of space so no photos of that. im sad. im cry. im sad.<br /><br />okay, now i'm over it.Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-69851186026952918572007-05-04T13:40:00.000+00:002007-05-06T06:46:41.360+00:00Photoblog = Death of my phoneOn Wednesday Liz and I did oral exams. Liz was stressed and did not want her photo taken.<br /><br />I was not very respectful of her wishes.<br /><br />I am not a very nice person.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010001-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I picked up my wonderful pink phone. The screen on the outside works amazingly.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010011-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The screen on the inside does not.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010012.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I got angry, I got frustrated. And I remembered when I was a kid, I'd throw fits and then get my way. So I threw my phone on the phone to show it who is boss.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010013-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It did not work as well as I had hoped.<br /><br />So now, I have to use my old phone from when I was 17 until a new phone I ordered comes. Great.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010010-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And that is why I'll never be rich.<br /><br />Today was 'wear an item of clothing you bought months ago but have never worn' day.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010009.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I bought this yellow hooded top from matalan last september. I never wear it, Janine has worn it before. Maybe I should give it to her. Do you want it janine do you want it?<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010008-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />today was also 'wear your hair like a tramp day'. I pulled it off pretty well, I think.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010004-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v43/corinnecollett/P1010005-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My next photoblog shall be more exciting. And involve some people. ok.Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-45451617376671309792007-05-03T15:35:00.000+00:002007-05-06T06:46:31.643+00:00Becoming me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOW0O6E0rDBD1XpqkECLRyYGJaswQ8Hl_zt6M1pVdSFB_RK_Dj5Dn_fvp56e46NWlxgV0rouOP0ye1tUIKENsclgZMsl6_ehic4bAk_qf3qDyjXEQJ3-5d4giDvrWyudZclB7o2vZznY/s1600-h/2006_0303hat00011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOW0O6E0rDBD1XpqkECLRyYGJaswQ8Hl_zt6M1pVdSFB_RK_Dj5Dn_fvp56e46NWlxgV0rouOP0ye1tUIKENsclgZMsl6_ehic4bAk_qf3qDyjXEQJ3-5d4giDvrWyudZclB7o2vZznY/s320/2006_0303hat00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060359049841392626" border="0" /></a><br />I've been reading other peoples blogs, many are inspiring, some seem to echo my own thoughts. So, aswell as having this as my photoblog, plus the highlights of my week, I've decided to update on my personal progress - my growth as a human being.<br /><br />In two months, I shall turn 21. I still feel very much like that 9 year old child in a pink summer dress and multicoloured roller skates, we used to spend hours skating lampost to lampost on our street, between our next-door-but-two houses, my best childhood friend and I. That was back when our world was massive and our dreams were far away, back when we would be best friends forever and marry handsome men on the same day, have our first child in the same month.<br /><br />You see, when I was a child, I envisioned my dreams as magical clouds that would fall out of the sky into my lap, and *poof*, I'd have what I want. I never imagined a 20 year old me actually having to work for what I want. Yet here I am. I've learnt many things over the past four months, I think probably the most valuable lessons of my whole life -<br /><br />1) Make your goals doable and your steps to them manageable.<br />2) You only get out of this world what you put into it. You only get out of friendships what you put into them.<br />3) Happiness is an attitude you can learn. You do not need love, you do not need a perfect partner, you do not need money. All you need is those little things that make you happy, positive music and being able to resist wallowing on depression and negative things, while focusing on the positive events that happen in your life. And appreciate them.<br />4) Your friends are amazing people when you really get to know them.<br />5) If you smile and laugh at people, they shall smile and laugh back. Even if you have never spoken to them before. There is nothing more uplifting than a new friendly face to share both your experiences with.<br />6) I am afraid of being loved, but do not know why.<br /><br />I am planning to live in france next year. I have applied through the British council to be an English Assisstant in a school or a university. I shall find out about it later this month. If I don't get in, I've decided that I am going to go to france anyway for a year. I would do pretty much any job that allows me to be in France, talk in French, meet new people and learn how to become independent, strong and confident.<br /><br />~<br /><br />Poetry Thursday:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">(6) I am afraid of being loved, but do not know why.)</span><br /><br /> You cough like pneumonia is laughing<br />in places you have not yet uncovered.<br />And if I were honest, from the tip of my phalanges<br />I would say I am afraid of us,<br />together in this rowing boat.<br /><br />We jigsaw together in new ways<br />that make you uncomfortable.<br />I was sitting on the porch this morning,<br />at 5.43am and waiting for you to rise,<br />with your yellow face throwing gazes<br />in front of the clouds. You are heart disease<br />undiscovered, an earth quake in my eyes only,<br /><br />but they will find you one day<br />inside loud speakers<br />next to mobile telephones that will not<br />call my name. I will be filled with regret<br />for not telling you the things they did,<br />in such inappropriate ways.<br /><br />It was raining and I wanted to fold you<br />inside umbrellas and you said no,<br />and somersaulted twenty feet from me,<br />about the distance my lungs reached<br />when I unbuckled them<br />and said breath.<br /><br />16/04/07Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-54733004447018526162007-05-02T23:26:00.000+00:002007-05-06T06:49:21.867+00:00Krinkleting - April 29th<ul style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">the French assistant at uni said she would be my best friend, which was pretty amazing, although she says she needs to get used to my humor first. She said we could drink at 9am for our last lesson, but I had a sandwich before hand and was almost sick so could not. It was still a fun lesson anyway as she learnt me some really French swear words.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My lecturer likes me and liz best, we may be going to France next year and he said how he wished the others could go to france and us stay, as we are the best and the only ones that turned up all week.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My blogspot <a href="http://photoscorinnetakes.blogspot.com/">http://photoscorinnetakes.blogspot.com</a> is as amazing as ever.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I became an embryo for a couple of days.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tarren and I became the best friends ever:<br />Corinne says:<br />i need milk<br />Corinne says:<br />and my window open<br />Corinne says:<br />i think you should go and get my milk<br />Corinne says:<br />and then bring it too me and open my window<br />Tarren says:<br />ha ha im working hun<br />Corinne says:<br />doom<br />Corinne says:<br />ok<br />Tarren says:<br />and you have legs<br />Tarren says:<br />lol<br />Corinne says:<br />no i dont<br />Corinne says:<br />i cut them off with self harm<br />Tarren says:<br />dont be silly<br /><br />breakfast! says:<br />im gonna miss you when i go home<br />Corinne says:<br />dont go then<br />Corinne says:<br />simple solution<br />Tarren says:<br />ha ha<br /><br /></span></p></li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I remembered some amazing things that happened to me while drunk -<br />-I always end up covered in sauce when i go out, last week i had it all down my legs and on my feet, but I didn't last night.<br /><br />-I went out in Doncaster in the summer, and i woke up the next morning to mum asking me what the hell i had been doing because there were chips all in the garden, in next doors garden, in the hall and there were little red hand prints on the door in sauce. i just remembered that and laughed a lot. </span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I also remembered pushing janine in the trolley in October, she fell out and banged her head and just laid there for a while to assess the situation. </span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I had my last lecture of my second year of university. I really need to do something about this growing up thing. I cannot be one of those people that have a full time job. That is not who I am.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Many fun MSN conversations, I also figured out how to get loads of hits and become a photoblog guru:</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Corinne says:<br />i want to suicide<br />Corinne says:<br />do ypu think it will be a good photo blog opportunity<br />miss jennifer says:<br />i bet it'll be viewed a lot<br />miss jennifer says:<br />and emo kids will turn it into avatars<br />Corinne says:<br />cool i love attention </span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I decided that if I don't get into France, I'm going to sponsor a child at <a href="http://www.plan-uk.org/">www.plan-uk.org</a>. If I do go to France, I shall sponsor one when I get back. </span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I kind of had cyber sex for the first time ever -<br />miss jennifer says:<br />i am<br />miss jennifer says:<br />so fdurnk<br />miss jennifer says:<br />do you want to make out with me<br />Corinne says:<br />ok<br />Corinne says:<br />do you want to make out with me<br />miss jennifer says:<br />of course<br />Corinne says:<br />ok cool<br />Corinne says:<br />this is like cyber sex<br />miss jennifer says:<br />yezx<br />miss jennifer says:<br />now itake my tongue and put it in your mouth<br />miss jennifer says:<br />what do you do<br />Corinne says:<br />i nipple your bottom lip slightly<br />Corinne says:<br />no nibble<br />Corinne says:<br />the nipple part comes later </span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I got my French presentation finished, now is just a matter for learning it for Wednesday.</span></p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My team leader called me one of her fav girls at tesco because I'm so amazing and I do my jobs right. I'm sure she probably just said that because so I keep getting right under the checkouts to get coat-hangers/till rolls/safers but whatever. </span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jenny at work is really funny, at 7am she was doing the jaws 'dun nuh dun nuh' thing to me and I was laughing my socks off. She also always tells me when something is going cheap, and then goes and tells everyone else so they don't miss out. It is funny, she is very kind hearted. </span> </p> </li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I found out that some people talk to people I know to try and get to be my friend because I'm so cool. They should talk to me though because I'm not really scary or anything.</span></p></li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I spoke to Hannah on the phone for two hours and it was pretty much amazing. We are fun and talky and laughy.</span></p></li><li><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Janine and I have had some, what I feel are, talks and stuffs which has made me feel like 1) I am a good friend and 2) I have a good friend.<br /></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size:85%;">NEXT WEEK WILL BE COOLER OKAY?</span></p> </li></ul>Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-23676681154944568282007-05-01T23:03:00.000+00:002007-05-06T06:47:31.852+00:0030th april + 1st may1st may -<br /><br />I did my washing, I managed to get like 3 loads in one go. I am a real student.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010001-8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I made daisy chains<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010002-8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010003-7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this car was clamped and i was so excited because i love clampman. apart from when he clamped my car, that was sad. it was fun it was fun i was excited. i hope clampman comes back soon.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010005-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />we went to lister park and then died. no, we didnt really die. studied.<br /><br />janets work blew away in the wind and it was fun.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010006-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i am not very good at aiming my camera<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010009-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />aah, there we go<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010010-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010011-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />me being cool.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010012-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">april 30th</span><br /><br />k<br /><br />tesco time. this time we went to the other tesco. not mine.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010001-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />ooo we can see it<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010002-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />le car park<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010003-8.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010004-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />there was a man in the car laughing at us. he was jealous.<br /><br />bye tesco we love you<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010005-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010006-10.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this car tried to push in. and did it with sucess. wtf. there are so many assholes on the road lately. today somebody pulled out right infront of me and i almost crashed into him, just so he could get to the round about first and then he flipped me off. what a fucking asshole. i am wishing a lot of bad karma on him. hopefully he will get ill soon.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010007-9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this is shope<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010009-10.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />see ya.Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14977911503680960927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1377318531739185305.post-1581278567289695062007-04-28T22:33:00.000+00:002007-05-06T06:47:57.351+00:00sandwich and night outthe day me and janine did sarafi. look how happy it made us. it was the thursday before zee easter.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/l_8b2a93125fdb82d46cb08de5e2ccb8b0.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />me and janine went to merrie england and it was amazing.<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010004-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010005-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010006-7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010007-6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010008-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010009-7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010010-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010011-4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010012-5.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/P1010013-2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />night out with flatmates. i lost my memory card that night im real sad..<br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300105_72887_3004.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p218/fanimal/n283300105_72883_1613.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a 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