photoblog = beckys birthday

i went to a party on friday. fun.

best week ever = 26th May (a day early due to going away tomorrow)

• Krinkleting - 26^th May (a day early due to going away tomorrow)

• 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.

• My Dad gave me some DVDs of videos of me as a kid. I was such a little freak.

• I bought Maroon 5's new album and I love it. I was def worth the long long long wait.

• I went on a Poking mission on facebook and currently have 42 pokes.

• 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.

• We saw a crazy man jump over a boy. He also laid on nails.

• 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.

• I got a fly in my eye and Sarah got it out

• We had a nap in the snoil

• I broke my elbow.

• I got blisters on my feet.

• Sarah took my blood pressure (med student) and it was low. but the next morning it was healthy.

• She also checked my reflexes and they are great

• I listened to my heart beat with the stpespgsihisnshop

• I have some calcium pills

• 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'

• We got lost in Nottingham

• We got lost in Birmingham

• She taught me how to fill car tires up.

• I limped for two days because of the blister on my foot

• My jeans are blood stained from my elbow

• We have some secrets.

• Overall, we had a happy time.

• 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!

• 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.

• I played sing star on the play station an won. I played the trumpet again and I'm a natural.

• My alarm clock did not go off this morning and I was late for work. Oh no.

photoblog = fun with sarah

Me 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.



this is me looking pimp the day before





it was a sunny day. i got there first and waited.

we saw this dude outside primark jumping over people.



this is sarah. she looks as though she is about to do something bad bad bad









tesco woooo



we sat on some grass and this was our view



mmm juice







police

snoil. we actually both took a nap in the snoil for hours and woke up at like 11pm. the light was gone.



we have same eyes and skin and stuff





=O



this was sad. i spilt the crisps and cut my elbow and i also have blisters on me feet.



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



i had them on inside but didnt realise. this is the tag. it looks like i am looking at my penis

Poetry Thursday: caught in that place

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.

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.

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'.

Hopefully I well get there in the end.

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Poetry Thursday: cancer of the Kardia


My heart did not speak, but howled - 'I feel more like a tumor'

I didn't want to admit it was right,

instead I pushed it through tensed intercostals

and carried it in a red tractor. We drove on A roads

holding up traffic for miles

and would not let edgy vehicles pass.

It pushed back through me singing half-truths I was not ready for

- 'you have hands like clamped cars

and they have not yet learned to listen'

the syllables sounded like symbols and I was afraid

to admit it, but I was on the transport to a nuclear war

with myself and we could not find enough white flags

to shove between my ribcage, only foul words

and realisations that I wanted to pluck out

and hide in wheelbarrows, but could not.

photoblog = ball

saturday, donna left us forever.



look at her empty room

janet was real sad



hello tarren hello andy



they are in love.



this was what our table looked like



me and janet. she was my date for the night.



ick



this is the sexiest photo of me ever. not.



me and my bitch



fun stuff



ok calm the fuck down corinne



i do not remember this photo.



i am sorry there are not more, i was REALLY drunk and that is the only time i actually do not like taking photos.

tarren has some and when she uploads them, i shall update again.

ok.