Two Years.

Most people who know me as more than just an acquaintance, or reasonably well will understand that — 'bless me' - I am a little bit useless when it comes to grace. (Not the sister)

I am a wreck in other words; I always find a way to injure or embarrass myself.

For example on average I will hit my head on the walls in my room around three times a day at the very least.

I was under the impression that I was currently being unreasonably lucky when it came to these little mishaps-usually keeping them within the lovely boundaries of my own home or company.

It lasted two years.

Two blissful years.

Until today.

Today I left school intending to meet Jack and get a lift.

I (spectacularly) tripped over in front of quite a few people (not fully on my face, but looking like an idiot all the same) then whilst laughing it off and running to the fast escape I assumed was Jacks car...

Wrong car.

The look on that poor confused boys face as a slammed the door without an explanation.

I will deliver explanations to innocent victims when God explains why he hates me so much.

And no Matt, it was not cute.

Doiy

Juice

It was me who finished the juice father, I apologise.

I will start at the beginning as I hang my cyber head in shame and make this confession. You see I have a tendency and unbearable need to undermine people when they try to prevent me from something; especially if that something is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted at half past midnight after I have had my lovely toast.

The plan (your plan) I will admit was that of a genius. The trick was to hide the beautiful and rare tropical juice in a Tropicana carton for ORANGE JUICE- WITH EXTRA BITS (you crazy cat). Now you know that I was the previous drinker of the juice and you have also learned of my deep hatred for fucking extra bits. This is where your genius becomes apparent and YET my dear- you suffer a downfall.

Because when I come to the fridge insane with thirst I find myself in a battle: the choice between suffering these bits or my equal distaste of Asda orange juice- sometimes you just have to take the risk. Boy oh boy- sweet unexpected tropical juice- did it pay off.

The juice that you so tactfully hid from me- has gone.

Also- we are out of crunchy peanut butter.

Flipper.

One of those pitiful moods when you are really bitter about life and you sit listening to radio adverts- eating your coco pops- and take this approach to the poor people; who want only to prevent your chips turning into cracks:

Autoglass do NOT repair... Autoglass do NOT replace... REPAIR MY LIFE WHY DON'T YOU??

I have a day of revision due since my exam is tomorrow and this is all last years work- unfortunately no longer fresh in my head. Well actually not really in my head at all- I have toilet head syndrome. I cannot hang on to things I learnt last year because then there is no space for new learnings.

Also I'm full of shit.

To help all of this I have had Mayday Parade solidly and stubbornly stuck in my head for around three days. Pretty distracting reading about Robin Hardy when you're brain is going:

AND I SWEAR THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO GOOOOOOOOOOOO, I THOUGHT WE COULD WAIT FOR THE FIREWORKS...

I wish I could post you a picture of adorable penguin necklace that beautiful Stephanie got me- I might try to scan him.

Everyone got me awesome stuff actually- Fanks guys :)

Saturday was also pretty amazing.

Perhaps life is not so bad.

Most pointless and revision preventing blog ever.

But on the other hand...

Him being upside down only enhances the happily dazed impression.

Sausage

(One of those moods where you get all maternal over a picture of an animal)

If I had him my life would be complete - not for eating.

Just so that he would be mine and I could call him Sausage.

Poppy could wear a saddle for him.

Over Glory.

I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind.

Train- Hey Soul Sister is so unbelievably cute and happy I want to marry it and have sweet little musical prodigy children with it.

Tonight I am crawling it with Colleen around New Cross and I think it is going to be a DAYEM GOOD TIME :)

Today was strange and it's one of those things I should feel unhappy about- and I may well do if there is a sudden change of events - for right now what happens, happens I suppose.

My Honor Over Glory booby tube arrived and I am very happy about this. Very very happy- I will probably post a massively beggit picture at some point.

I asked my sister if she would be embarrassed if I wore it out and she said yes.

THAT is how good it is.

I don't know

I just wrote a whole blog then deleted it
It was pretty long
I did this for the reasoning that can be seen in the title to this blog

My mind is completely unsettled and I am an adult tomorrow.

Trying

To summon tears !!

To not wish this song was written for me for one reason or another.

To stay at this level of understanding and stability.

To prevent myself from dancing around like a lunatic to Two Door Cinema Club.

The last I think I may give into, even though I will feel (look) like a complete loser and proooobably fall over within five minutes.

5 days and it will be two years till I am twenty.

It is terrifying to think about it in that way.

But I would love to jump forward for a day and see how I change.

Oh

For fuck's sake.

I'm sorry you dislike me, I think I will continue liking you.

I wonder if you were attacked or something similarly horrible, I wonder would you run further than you ever could- or thought you could? Or would your body not provide an appropriate reaction at all? You could take off hoping that the adrenaline would kick in and then helplessly realise at some point that you were going to reach the same disappointing distance.

It is actually something I think about quite often. I always assume in that situation I would become stronger but I suppose when you get there it might not be the case- Eesh.

Zoe introduced me to 'Vessels' by Tall Ships.

I'm so glad The OC ended before it had the ability to use this in a funeral scene and ruin it for us all.

I don't really have anything particularly interesting to say.

I think I lost a friend recently.

I'm pretty gutted, but it is understandable.

I will have to look on the bright side.