Take back what I last said, just been watching some videos and I can not take the smile from my face. So excited.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAIuRPINzc8
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Sunday, February 24, 2013
This evolutionary invention was incredibly complex
It's amazing what power can be held if you are physically attractive.
I knew I was having a good day when I lived up North, as I would have to cross a busy road every day for uni which could take around 10 minutes. If I wore a belt in the right place, or actually washed my hair, cars would actually break and stop all the people behind.
I know I'm having a good day, now that I'm living back down South, when I walk through my town centre, and a girl from my year who has mutually avoided my eye contact since 2005, says "Hey Jess" from within a shop. She was heavily pregnant, which was a surprise. If our eyes meet again, and my hair remains grease free, I'll talk to her about it.
I wonder what this week has in store for me. Confirmations on all levels, it is exciting and nervewracking. I really need to hold my composure, and yet relax. This time next week could be a whole new ballgame.
Tomorrow I'm seeing the creators of Anna Sun! Hasn't set in yet, always better to not be excited! Take it as it comes, you know? Can't believe how much this week has in store actually. I should do things like this more often.
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I knew I was having a good day when I lived up North, as I would have to cross a busy road every day for uni which could take around 10 minutes. If I wore a belt in the right place, or actually washed my hair, cars would actually break and stop all the people behind.
I know I'm having a good day, now that I'm living back down South, when I walk through my town centre, and a girl from my year who has mutually avoided my eye contact since 2005, says "Hey Jess" from within a shop. She was heavily pregnant, which was a surprise. If our eyes meet again, and my hair remains grease free, I'll talk to her about it.
I wonder what this week has in store for me. Confirmations on all levels, it is exciting and nervewracking. I really need to hold my composure, and yet relax. This time next week could be a whole new ballgame.
Tomorrow I'm seeing the creators of Anna Sun! Hasn't set in yet, always better to not be excited! Take it as it comes, you know? Can't believe how much this week has in store actually. I should do things like this more often.
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Location:Fore Street,Stratton,United Kingdom
Friday, February 15, 2013
Roll away your stone, I'll roll away mine. Together we can see what we will find...
Don't leave me alone at this time. For I'm afraid of what I may discover inside.
I knew something was going to erupt throughout the birthday period! Told you so.
Earlier on in the week, I was reunited with a soul I used to never be apart from, I had desperately wanted to see him since our friendship had hit a two year hiatus. But my confidence was knocked after we no longer understood eachother's humour, and we would talk over each other constantly, no longer knowing when the stories had finished. We didn't even discuss why he'd so ruthlessly cut me out of his life.
Things got better and we arranged to meet again later, with our third musketeer. It was just as uncomfortable, even with the addition of Southern Comfort. I kept thinking, am I being too loud? Am I being too naughty? What is he going to go back and tell his partner?
It wasn't this that got me down though. For when Thursday came again, and the three of us met up for lunch, everything clicked into place. We were united again, laughing at bad circumstances thrown at us, laughing at bad circumstances that we had managed to avoid, just generally laughing. We had finally got to that wonderful state we were in years ago. And I had never had so much fun.
So maybe it was the haircut disaster? I had had lunch with another old friend, discussed the same stuff we ever do, and also of haircuts. It was both enlightening and moreish; we really must make it a regular occurrence, for his sanity more than mine. My time for the haircut came, so lunch ended.
I trundled out for a few miles, got the dye on (just a brown please) and then waited for it to develop. The past few weeks, all I had imagined was what I could potentially look like on my birthday night out, with a gorgeous little jumpsuit I'd bought and my new gorgeously chocolated hair. Not a faded red in sight!
It came to the exciting time of washing it out, and I'm glad I'd opted to do it alone, as I nearly bursted into tears the second I saw red wash out in the water. What the fuck is this?! I was so angry. Not only will I have to dye it again so soon, but my poor beautiful outfit. Ruined!
I didn't even get it blow dried, just cut and I went home. Avoiding the mirrors in the car at all costs, sometimes failing to do so made me see the dark purple mess on my head. I went home and cried, pathetic I know! But, as I texted my friend who I had lunch with prior to the disaster; there is no surprise to leaving a hairdressers unsatisfied. Actual story of my life.
It wasn't this though, for I straightened it and bunged some make up on and I actually looked really nice...really nice!
Even girly night, after being made late, I thought, there is no way in hell they will make me cake or get me a present; something we do for all our birthdays. I thought I would be forgotten. But alas, I could not have been more wrong. They hadn't forgotten me at all, and it was a fantastic present!
So, the big day. Let's just reel off the FANTASTICNESS of it. Tickets to see Fleetwood Mac, that's right. THE Fleetwood Mac, original Rumours line up, minus my Christine McVie which is a shame because I'm really enjoying her right now. Yeah so, best ever right? Once in a lifetime opportunity, so good. And my bloody Papa gave me a photo of my car; at first I thought he was just highlighting my love of photos, after he explained to me it meant the car was now mine, all debts written off. I was on cloud 9! I heard from who I wanted on the birthday wishes front. Chaz took me to Padstow, we had a meal at Rick Stein's chippy, went shopping in Truro and watched a film in the cinema (very apt). I genuinely felt like a princess. What amazing people I have in my life. So maybe it was because of all the greatness of these days that after it, it all crashed down?
It comes to the birthday night out, one hun cancels. The other huns come out, complain all night about how they don't want to be out and I get my bloody mood out. I couldn't help but feel that I didn't want this. Just wanted to run away, taking the good with me. I made it known.
"Jess it's your birthday! You're in the Ben and The Chain is on!"
That was what sorted me out. I danced to Paradise By The Dashboard Light and all 4 hours negativity was gone.
And it turns out that the good wanted to run with me too.
It wasn't even that bad, just wish I hadn't made it bad and put a downer on it. Need to have so much more belief in my friends and family. It shows how amazing they are. It really was the best year ever. I hope the dreams of running away go soon, it is draining.
P.S I am NEVER going to wear a jumpsuit out again, had to take it all off every time I went to the toilet! All that heartache, for what ended up being the worst outfit in history. There's gotta be a lesson to be learnt here, right?
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I knew something was going to erupt throughout the birthday period! Told you so.
Earlier on in the week, I was reunited with a soul I used to never be apart from, I had desperately wanted to see him since our friendship had hit a two year hiatus. But my confidence was knocked after we no longer understood eachother's humour, and we would talk over each other constantly, no longer knowing when the stories had finished. We didn't even discuss why he'd so ruthlessly cut me out of his life.
Things got better and we arranged to meet again later, with our third musketeer. It was just as uncomfortable, even with the addition of Southern Comfort. I kept thinking, am I being too loud? Am I being too naughty? What is he going to go back and tell his partner?
It wasn't this that got me down though. For when Thursday came again, and the three of us met up for lunch, everything clicked into place. We were united again, laughing at bad circumstances thrown at us, laughing at bad circumstances that we had managed to avoid, just generally laughing. We had finally got to that wonderful state we were in years ago. And I had never had so much fun.
So maybe it was the haircut disaster? I had had lunch with another old friend, discussed the same stuff we ever do, and also of haircuts. It was both enlightening and moreish; we really must make it a regular occurrence, for his sanity more than mine. My time for the haircut came, so lunch ended.
I trundled out for a few miles, got the dye on (just a brown please) and then waited for it to develop. The past few weeks, all I had imagined was what I could potentially look like on my birthday night out, with a gorgeous little jumpsuit I'd bought and my new gorgeously chocolated hair. Not a faded red in sight!
It came to the exciting time of washing it out, and I'm glad I'd opted to do it alone, as I nearly bursted into tears the second I saw red wash out in the water. What the fuck is this?! I was so angry. Not only will I have to dye it again so soon, but my poor beautiful outfit. Ruined!
I didn't even get it blow dried, just cut and I went home. Avoiding the mirrors in the car at all costs, sometimes failing to do so made me see the dark purple mess on my head. I went home and cried, pathetic I know! But, as I texted my friend who I had lunch with prior to the disaster; there is no surprise to leaving a hairdressers unsatisfied. Actual story of my life.
It wasn't this though, for I straightened it and bunged some make up on and I actually looked really nice...really nice!
Even girly night, after being made late, I thought, there is no way in hell they will make me cake or get me a present; something we do for all our birthdays. I thought I would be forgotten. But alas, I could not have been more wrong. They hadn't forgotten me at all, and it was a fantastic present!
So, the big day. Let's just reel off the FANTASTICNESS of it. Tickets to see Fleetwood Mac, that's right. THE Fleetwood Mac, original Rumours line up, minus my Christine McVie which is a shame because I'm really enjoying her right now. Yeah so, best ever right? Once in a lifetime opportunity, so good. And my bloody Papa gave me a photo of my car; at first I thought he was just highlighting my love of photos, after he explained to me it meant the car was now mine, all debts written off. I was on cloud 9! I heard from who I wanted on the birthday wishes front. Chaz took me to Padstow, we had a meal at Rick Stein's chippy, went shopping in Truro and watched a film in the cinema (very apt). I genuinely felt like a princess. What amazing people I have in my life. So maybe it was because of all the greatness of these days that after it, it all crashed down?
It comes to the birthday night out, one hun cancels. The other huns come out, complain all night about how they don't want to be out and I get my bloody mood out. I couldn't help but feel that I didn't want this. Just wanted to run away, taking the good with me. I made it known.
"Jess it's your birthday! You're in the Ben and The Chain is on!"
That was what sorted me out. I danced to Paradise By The Dashboard Light and all 4 hours negativity was gone.
And it turns out that the good wanted to run with me too.
It wasn't even that bad, just wish I hadn't made it bad and put a downer on it. Need to have so much more belief in my friends and family. It shows how amazing they are. It really was the best year ever. I hope the dreams of running away go soon, it is draining.
P.S I am NEVER going to wear a jumpsuit out again, had to take it all off every time I went to the toilet! All that heartache, for what ended up being the worst outfit in history. There's gotta be a lesson to be learnt here, right?
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Location:Maiden Street,,United Kingdom
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
One more round before the final, and the subject is sport
I don't know what it is about the time around my birthday that makes me anxious and sad.
I seem to have it in my mind that this day is the conclusion of everything I deserve from what I have put in since last February.
Laughs upon laughs at girly night, then when it comes to planning a birthday night out, they can't afford it.
Lack of birthday wishes from people who once held the date heavy on their hearts.
I need to bloody snap out of it, grow up and be happy with what I do get. I know it is so immature, I recognise that! But at the end of every January, the feeling soon rears its ugly head.
What else could be worse than the birthday blues? A bad trip to the hairdressers; what a lethally depression combination. I asked for brown! Not red! And it's turned out purple. And I really needed a thorough cut, which, judging by the lack of hair on the floor, did not occur.
Give it a bloody rest Jess, it's only a haircut. I have to laugh about it all really, otherwise I really would cry.
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I seem to have it in my mind that this day is the conclusion of everything I deserve from what I have put in since last February.
Laughs upon laughs at girly night, then when it comes to planning a birthday night out, they can't afford it.
Lack of birthday wishes from people who once held the date heavy on their hearts.
I need to bloody snap out of it, grow up and be happy with what I do get. I know it is so immature, I recognise that! But at the end of every January, the feeling soon rears its ugly head.
What else could be worse than the birthday blues? A bad trip to the hairdressers; what a lethally depression combination. I asked for brown! Not red! And it's turned out purple. And I really needed a thorough cut, which, judging by the lack of hair on the floor, did not occur.
Give it a bloody rest Jess, it's only a haircut. I have to laugh about it all really, otherwise I really would cry.
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