Short and Sweet ... Not So Much...

I haven't written for a while, so think I best publish just a little post =]

Well, the last few weeks of my life - went to see Thirty Seconds to Mars a week gone Friday - fucking amazing! I will admit, I was slightly worried when I learnt that Jared had shaved his head and given himself a mohawk - but he was still BEAUTIFUL!!! And I can't even describe how fantastic they were, best gig I've been to, EVER!

Then the following day Louise came back to Lincoln with me =] good times, was just about due for some good old fashioned girly time! Got drunk, laughed, bitched and moaned about life in general! And it felt damn good to get some shit off both our chests! Unfortunately we both had to go back to reality on Wednesday - starting with my unsuccessful trip to court...

So I have done an assignment on capital punishment, and thought hey! I'll get an interview with someone from the Crown Court - legal knowledge and all that! So I rang up a week before, arranged it for 9.15 Weds morning. Despite I knew full well I'd be £ounded on Tuesday night! I wake up, still slightly drunk! Get to the court for this annoying bland clerk woman to be like: "oh, well we can't comment on anything like that. We can't even give you information on it - we're not legally trained." So the fuckers got me up at STUPID O'CLOCK, to tell me no! Then she had the audacity to ask me to advertise a 'talk for students' for her!

Come to think of it I have totally forgotten about that, and lost her contact details. Oh well, I'm sure she can 118 the University's number and ring herself...lazy bitch.

Ok so this isn't as short as I expected it to be. Currently sat in my room, 11.45 on a Sunday night, BORED out my head. And totally fucked with uni! Assignments left, right and center! Supposed to have an original news story ready for the news day tomorrow - can we just acknowledge that we will not know tomorrows news until TOMORROW?! And there's only one good story, about the World Cup Trophy coming to Sincil Bank, and I wonder how many people will be covering THAT tomorrow?

May genuinely try to do some work...after taking a sleeping pill of course! That plus work will surely knock me out until 10am tomorrow!

Anyway, now I appear to be simply bitching about my life. And nobody wants to read about THAT! So I shall leave you once again, until I have something more productive, and perhaps uplifting, to blog about =]

Inabit ;]

Fucking Valentines Day

Now, don't judge me - I'm not being bitter...I'm pondering, as it were.

Photo: Parvin ♣

So we all know that if we're sickeningly loved up (is it obvious I am not?) then we totally love this commercialised day of the year. We will quite happily spend unnecessary amounts of money on giant, love heart covered, gooey cards; Along with giant teddies and flowers that will all but die in a few days time. Just a quick thought - why is everything magnified on this celebratory day? Maybe to allow those that need to compensate for something the chance to do so? ;) 'lol'. And we don't care that it's all a bit daft, because it's a silly opportunity to show the one we love just how much, and of course, it's not just teddies and flowers that get thrown around on this gracious day.

Some take it to the next level, and go away on city breaks to spend 'quality' time together - some are more honest and call it what it really is - a dirty weekend away ;). And some even concrete their feelings - and propose *Vomit*. So if you're batting for the other team (in the relationship sense, not the homosexual one) then this is possibly one of the best days of the year. However...

If you're not, and are unfortunately left single, alone, weepy, and possibly devouring junk-food on this day; then the idea of couples and love and cards and teddies makes you positively sick to the back teeth. And you resent every couple you see. Now don't get me wrong, this is totally not my feeling - well, not completely. Having spent a Valentines day with my lovely flatmates, who are in the same position as me (apart from the lesbians - but they came along too) I can't help but reflect on the side of our personality that this day brings out in most.

Before you make the judgement that I am bitter, sick and plain jealous - just let me say. We have spent almost all day laughing at our situation of lack of boyfriend, It's a good thing we can laugh - otherwise we'd have spent the day tucked under our duvet's listening to 'Ultimate Love Ballads' or watching 'The Notebook' and wanting to die! We even set up a comedy situation, of walking into a restaurant, and asking for a table for one, around all the couples out for their 'V-day' meal. Then having someone ring them, and for Beyonce's 'All the single ladies' to blare out, over the Michael Buble shit or whatever they're playing.

I also speculated on the idea of running into the busy restaurant, and shouting 'RATS!', or even taking it to the next level and catching some mice to let loose in it! Thank you Sophie Morris there, for your input to my sadistic plans! Basically, we took a trip to 'Yo-Yo's' for the legendary 'all-you-can-fit-in-a-box' deal - walking around stuffing Chinese food into a plastic container whilst the happy couples gorged themselves full of spring rolls and lemon chicken - eurgh! The bottom line was a couple that were aged around 10! This is when me and Sophie decided that something needed to be done! Either the kids stop dating, or we start looking harder for 'Mr Right'.

OK, going slightly off-topic here. The point of this post was to examine the point of Valentines day. In my opinion, every day should be an excuse to show the one you're with just how much you love them. Regardless of commercialised bullshit, the majority just go to 'Card Factory' anyway! I can't speak for how my opinion would alter was I with someone on this 'special' day of the year, but I know that I'd do what I could to break away from the norm, I hate falling into a huge stereotype of what everyone else does. I am guilty of having the soppy, lovey-dovey 'V-day' last year, and to be honest - Not impressed. That could be down to the company turning out to be a complete twat. But also to the fact that it was so similar to everyone else. It leaves nothing for conversation with friends after - as the odds are - you did and received the same thing!

I guess I'll just leave you with this thought - as now I have this off my chest, I can sleep soundly until the 10am wake-up call for my three hour workshop!

If Valentines day is the time of the year to be with the one you love, and show them that they're the one for you. Then why have this day at all - surely everyday should be Valentines day. Because when you're with the one you love...nothing else matters - and no card, teddy or Elizabeth Duke necklace can show your loved one, just how much they mean to you. Surely time, effort, patience and companionship should shape the relationship - and that is worth far more, than one thousand red roses.

Beautiful Songs...

Ok, not really classifying this as a 'post'. But been listening to a few tunes, and although they're the kind that make you think, and usually lead to upset, they are beautiful.
Apologies for the 'Twilight' haters, but most of these are coming from Twilight! But give them a chance...amazing songs =] ...



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So...We decided to get drunk. (Ring of Fire and Poetry)

Hey there!

Long time no speak! How frustrating for all my avid readers =/ 'lol'! Well, it's been a week or so since my last post, and to be fair - ALOT has happened, but a little too much to fit into one blog post. Or at least too much that I can't be arsed to write it all down!

So let's go with the low down. We started uni again, and the stress levels have already began to rise! Bad times all round! But have been getting assignments back from last semester, and I don't seem to be failing epically, so I guess that's something! I did my first open day as well...with my next one this weekend. Which was definitely fun (Y) - and I have a claim to fame, my name published in the LSJ Newsletter *mini-wave and celebration to me*. Of course I am aware that it's hardly national press - but every little helps eh?

Generally it's been a wicked start to the semester, the girls from my flat are all spending more time together - resulting in messy nights out in Scream and Engine Shed and wherever else we stumble into. We're even spending ridiculous amounts of time just watching film after film in the kitchen, and having a bloody good laugh at the same time! So every thing's pretty much sparkly and clean over this way, people getting on, and if they're not - just getting on with it. And whilst on the topic of the flat, I must thank my flatmate - who shall not be named - for being experimental with certain substances. Even though it resulted in a 4.30am bedtime for me this morning (and a 9am lecture also) You provided great amusement, and I'm also thankful that in your smacked up state you gave me permission to film you with my video camera..."That's a keeper" ;]

I've touched on the subject of getting drunk, so now, attention must be paid to the failed, but epic, journalism night out last Saturday (30/1)

So, we planned it, and a grand total of 3 of us actually went out together, but met with others in Eshed so it was OK =] We started at my flat, with some of my trusty piss-head flatmates, and delved into drinking games at around 8.30pm. Now, I'm not one to judge, but looking at this objectively, I doubt it was a good idea. Ring of Fire - which is IMMENSE, yet deadly, pretty much fucked everyone up for the evening. And then a few rounds of 'Ride the Bus' (Thanks Deffers) finished the rest off! My toilet seat was on the bathroom floor, Matt's phone was in the toilet, another person was taking rude pictures, and the other was having a nervous breakdown in the corner of the hallway. Nonetheless, we made it to Eshed, after the five minute walk talking around 20! Danced the night away, drank more, and eventually lost each other - but had an epically awesome night.

This is pointless, but I'm going to blog it anyway, because I can =]

I'm starting a new venture to increase the chance of actually having long hair sometime in the future. Taking a leaf out of trusty flatmate, Sophie Morris's book, I've began the regime of pinning up my hair - so it looks like I have a bob-type thing) in order to encourage healthy hair growth. By not blow drying or straightening it, hopefully it will grow quicker. And I can have pretty long hair, rather than hair that doesn't quite know what length it is. The only downside is, it's already pissing me off, I started yesterday (1/2) so I have a benchmark, and I really need to persevere. Give it a good few months, ready for summer! And I should have the results I want =D

Now, this is possibly the most random part of my blog - but until I have a real topic that I can really get into, you're stuck with this type of shit ^^. So, apologies, but here goes the next random bollocks - but you'll still read it, because now you're intrigued =]

Photo: Paparuchas (2008)

Talking to my very, very dear friend the other day - Louise Housley, and we got onto some random topics about hobbies and stuff, and - as I kind of write poems when I'm stressed/upset/bored/fucked off etc - she suggested that I post them on here...now - not expecting a reaction. But I want to say I've done it! So I've picked one of the less personal/mentally disturbing ones, for publication....here goes:

Tranquility. Or am I still here?

People are talking, smiling, crying. I hear nothing.

The wind whistles past my ears, in a feeble attempt.

An attempt to bring me back down, down to reality.

Down to what I know, down to what is true.

The world spinning beneath my feet, uncontrollably.

Unstoppable.

Connect the stars into something I remember. Failure.

Trapped here in this limbo. I feel nothing.

Every day, and every night. Unhealthy tears drain from my tired eyes.

Like acid, causing pain wherever they land. Igniting my skin.

I so much miss how I used to feel. True, weightless happiness.

Memories causing smiles, instead of cries.

Will that distant feeling ever return? The one of positivity?

Can a shattered heart learn to trust again?

Slow motion dancers, and soundless singers. I see nothing.

This dementia, this insomnia. This perfect Hell.