I still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling they'll still remind me of when we were at school

So, back on track, with another limb.

Another limb with four limbs :) The four limbs are causing great harm to my body, but who doesn't want to constantly get new scars?

I am on track, fresh eyed and bushy tailed. Well, not so bushy but at least more sociable. I am determined to get through the final chapter of studying with mostly ease and thorough organisation. I know I'm going to be fine; I won't let myself not!

Not only that, I have been reading novels. Oh how I loved it. All run out though, White Oleander is such a good book. I initially found the poeticness of it all a bit daunting, but that's the beauty of it. And Ray and Claire. The film had the worst perception of it ever, was so bummed out.

So, with my mind's appetite well and truly filled, it brings attention to my body.

I am the exact measurements of Lily now. Not really, but there is a two mile trek everyday, sometimes it's even four miles. I'm eating better now too, my first Chilli Con Carne went down a treat, and I certainly appreciated the fibre of the red kidney beans it seems...

Just need to tone up, write, and stay on top of the finances. For the last year ever! Well...

And if all else fails and the ship won't set sail...

So recently, I have started to find women just a little bit more pretty than men. I'm not a batty, no, but I seem to like looking at pictures of models, female ones. They are so much prettier and thinner than me. And for once in my life, I'm actually bummed out about it.


And here's the culprit, Little Miss Lily Aldridge. What a perfectly pretty slut she is. With my most desirable of celebrity boyfriends. Her bust is 33 inches, as is mine. Her waist is 23 inches, which matched the width of my big toe and who cares what her bum bum is, it's gonna be a lot smarter than mine.

The stories are all true, this kind of stuff does make people want to be like them. I'm off to burn a calorie or two.

I'll squeeze into heaven

So much has changed. Got a taste of a life alone, and it wasn't too bad at all. But I went back to the old life anyway, and it's still fun.

Acceptance for growing up has finally been granted. I want a baby skater boy, not for a few years yet but it's still something I can get all excited about if there's nothing else.

Heading back for the final page of that chapter in my life. I've got high hopes for it, not necessarily wanting it to end, will just have to see how it goes.

Excited about life. Seen Caleb Followill three times in my life now, and still wanting it to be. I listen to R.E.M just so that I feel that little bit closer...

E-Bow The Letter

Ok, on we go...

I am so done with this, and I'm so done with that. I just want to get back so I can clean some more rooms, and to also have driving lessons.

But I'm gonna sort this career out first, and do it well. Life is good, and I'm alone.

Are you rea'y?

So I have nearly finished one thing, leaving me to finish just ONE thing more until I can fucking relax, well until good old Mr Brown helps me out. Thanks for that.

Just gotta do a few more drawings and a little writing and Design and Communication is officially done with, hit all the right spots and I'm feeling pretty confident. Not only will I pass my second year, but I will do so with flying colours.

You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather.

Strains are holding out, I need that train home. I can't wait for it, eating pizza and halloumi after a nice sleep of roughly 14 hours for 3 weeks. Growing up certainly is hard, and I know I'm not the only one finding this.

Duh, duh, duh, duuuuuuuuuu

I am at uni. 9:09 on a Friday morning. I fell asleep at 2:20 last night. Not liking this one bit.

I have to wait for a certain someone willing to provide a signature before I return to the fading warmth of my bed.

COME ON.

Whenever I'm sat at this computer, I always seem to hear 'It's Not Over Yet' not the original one, not the Klaxons one, but the Goldfrapp version. It's a nice version, I'll give you that. But it's not even the song playing, I have recently worked out that it's just the way the printer goes.

'Goes'

Man, actually can't be bothered with this. When I get the signature (guaranteed something goes wrong for me) I'm going home, setting my alarm for 12 and then crashing out. To wake up to packing, tidying and travelling.

Come on Bernadine, I swear you're a queen.

That's pretty good

Graphic designer is my name and Birkenhead is my game. At least one thing is sorted, just need the rest to (easily) follow and I'll be ready for my relaxed Easter egg in no time.

I'm extremely fat these days, but education comes first so jogging can wait until after my 5 stories and rationale, reflective essay, article and Oxfam annual report. Oh how I can't wait for the 20th of March, and it's not even that far away! Well...that's a little scary but it's good to know it's all going to be over soon.

I want my summer weeks (not weekends) to be filled with typical librarian stuff, I'll just happily sort out books for a small wage. Come on, make me happy, I've got bov for picking up pubes again.

University, who'd have thought it?

Pat shakes his head, but I keep on writing.zazaz\ Haha

I never wanted anyone like this, it's all brand new...

20 years old and not a thing to show for it. Apart form half way through a degree, a 2 year relationshp under the belt, and a new addition of a contract phone (it is really exciting). Not doing too bad then, and how's this for a work experience opportunity...teaching english in the Czech Republic?! How exciting. I certainly am moving up in the world.

And my phone has this thing called "TrackID", so if I'm listening to the radio and hear a song that sounds pretty good I just need to use the trackid and it finds out what it is for me. No more lyrics searching on Google.

Must dash, so fucking much to do, can't wait for this year to be over. Madonna is my mother from another level.