This one's for Paige...

I said I would tell you ll about Warwick Castle, but I haven't had the time, the patience, or the energy...

I also went to the beach, and that's all I'm going to bore you with about that.



Now the real part of this post,
it's not intelligent,
but i'll be damned if it's not funny :')

If this image doesn't move, blame blogspot not me..

Bonjour.

Incase you didn't know, the title of this post means hello in French.
I know it's a pretty basic thing that most people know, but I just wanted to make it clear for everyone.
K? Right now we've sorted that I'll get onto the actual blogging...

Lately I've been doing almost as little as always, which gives me plenty of time to write blogs, it just gives me nothing to write them about...
The one thing that did happen wasn't very pleasant, although it was god damned hilarious.
Basically, I was left to look after a drunk friend, until an old woman decided to phone the police and we had to "leg it".
Once we got him down the hill he decided it would be a god idea to run off and get into all sorts of mischief, such as jumping into thorn bushes, falling over numerous times (more often than not these falls would be severely dramatized), making a show of himself infront of his neighbours, falling asleep and hitting his head off of many walls/floors/plantpots/doorsteps, throwing up on himself, eating dirt, throwing dirt all over himself, etc....

Enough of that vile, chavvy sounding, mindrape...
Today I'm gong to Warwick Castle, it sounds like something I wouldn't normally enjoy, but lots of people have told me otherwise, so I will write about it later on tonight. ;D

It's about time.

Well, I haven't posted anything on here in quite some time and I think it's about time that I changed that.
To be honest nothing REALLY exciting has happened since my last post, but i have done a few things and I suppose they are worth writing about.
For starters last tuesday was pretty funny, I went out and had a laugh with some old friends and some new ones too. I splashed out on a taxi to East Carlton, we trecked all the way back to Paige's (5 friggin' miles), we played Twister in her back garden (how epic), we stopped off at BP on the way back as we were all dying of thirst and hunger, and despite the fact that I ate some berries and an apple that I found in the hedgerows along the side of the road, I am still breathing.
The next day I was woken up at 1pm to the soothing sound of an angrily vibrating phone, I was told that instead of 6pm, I was going to be picked up at 2pm instead. Great. I did manage to get ready in time though, bathed and everything.
Then it was off on the road, first we stopped at BP and I got a "meal deal" (BP food is actually delicious when it's the only thing you've eaten all day), then it was 3 hours (plus) in the car with the most uncomfortable seats imaginable, with Josie (the sat-nav) and Radio 1 competing for my attention.
By the time we got to Heckmondwike my back was killing me and I was hungry again, so we had oven chips and spicy chicken breast things. (omnomnom)
The next day after a really good night's sleep, we were off to Selby to see my cousins, it was really good seeing them, I don't see that side of my family very often as they all live really far away, Yorkshire and Ireland are not easily accesible when your a 15 year old from the Midlands. We were staying the night anyway so my Mum and my Aunty decided to "celebrate" my Mum's new job by getting hammered, it was quite funny at first but after a while it just became irritating.
(note to self: next time take xbox controllers)

I guess I'm going to miss the quiet more than anything, and the comfortable spare bed.

Hurt & Pain.

Esentially this is two blog posts combined into one..


Has anyone else ever noticed that pain often only manifests itself when talked about.
This can include both physical and emotional pain, which have both been brought about in me by words alone today.

Sudden Realisation

I do not have a bestfriend, this has always been a lingering thought at the back of my mind. I always knew but it was one of those things I never really thought about. It wasn't until someone else mentioned it (in a facebook post of all things!) that it actually started to bother me.
Is it that I'm not likable? Do I push people away? How many other people notice this? Do people see me as an outcast? Do I even have any true friends?

So many un-answerable questions..


Delayed Reactions

After reading my first post some of you may be a little confused as to why I metioned children throwing stones. Well this was because 2 3 days ago now I was struck in the face by a stone travelling at high velocity via (yep you guessed it) a child's throw.
Well, it's not until now (after speaking about it) that I've actually begun to feel the pain.

Is this normal? Does this mean bruising will start to show? Will the ache stop if I stop thinking about it?
Even more questions...
But at least this kind of pain time will definitely heal.

Friendship.*

Oh and Michelle Mirkovic because she’s an absolute legend ;D

Friendship.

Just realised in the past few days how much I miss friends from the good old days.

People like Paige Young, and Ellie Hankins.

We seem to have drifted further and further apart over the years, which in no way, until now that is, have I tried to reconcile.

Hopefully over the summer all that will change. (yn)♥

3 Reasons Why Facebook Chat Is Wank.

1. if you go to a different website you can no longer recieve messages.
2. it sometimes chooses to "forget" what other people have said to you.
3. and for those of us with the mental capacity to have more than one conversation at a time then facebook decides your a terrorist and chooses to crash in order to save mankind.

Summer.

I think a 6 week holiday is a tad excessive to be quite honest. Add to this the fact that I've only just started to try and make plans for the summer. Which, by the way do not include a nice holiday where i can jet off to somewhere warm. Mean that I think this summer shall be as boring as the last one.



Also, why are people so secretive? :/

First Post. Small Rant.

Bad acting is aggrovating, stupidity infuriates me, tears are often meaningless, forced anger is ugly, war is futile, and children should not throw stones.