http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/en-EUMokoFeed10http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/1e/0c40d0574f2db3fa723c77793b44d1_160x200.jpghttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/05/01/don-t-go-away-again-6039746/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-05-01:/2009/05/01/don-t-go-away-again-6039746/Fri, 01 May 2009 10:50:05 +0200 <p><em>i want to be more than a phone call at four am<br> seems like every time you come back home<br> its just to steal my heart<br> and leave.</em></p> <p>i love the way we fit together.<br> i love how his neck is soft, and his cheek is rough.<br> i love his eyelashes and how they make him look so cute.<br> i love the way everyone says he's always talking about me.<br> i love the way he slides his tongue into my mouth.<br> i love the way his lips embrace mine.<br> i love the way he holds me close.<br> i love the way he says my name.<br> i love the way he rubs my arm.<br> i love the way he winks and jokes.<br> i love every kiss.<br> i love the way his hair curls around his face.<br> i love how his heart is so loud, and so strong i can feel it when i lie on his chest.<br> i love his yellow sofa.<br> i love our first kiss.<br> i love the colour of his eyes.<br> i love the letters he sends me.<br> i love his illegible handwriting, his awful spelling.<br> i love his enthusiasm.<br> i love the way he can suggest something, and i dont feel nervous at all.<br> i love the way he holds my hand in both of his.<br> i love the way he plays with my hands and fingers.<br> i love the way he takes my hand and kisses each finger like its the most precious thing in the world.<br> i love his dad cracking awful jokes.<br> i love his mum. she had breast cancer last year. she is the most amazing person.<br> i love his sister, even though she doesnt know it. shes my idol.<br> i love his baby lips.<br> i love his clicking shoes.<br> i love his old navy shirt, and<br> i love his new sunglasses.<br> i love his love for his bike.<br> i love the way he loves the way i love the way he buys me things for no reason.<br> i love bow.<br> i love gunther.<br> i love the way he makes fun of me: MARIE!<br> i love how his room is so ridiculously tidy.<br> i love the way we walked around til my feet bled into claire's jeans.<br> i love the way i stopped him.<br> i love the way he held me.<br> i love the way the stars were out above us and it felt like we were alone.<br> i love his smell and the way it drives me crazy.<br> i love his obsession with teddy bears.<br> i love the way he says 'pwn'.<br> i love the way i can be with him and silence means more than anything.<br> i love that he </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/05/01/don-t-go-away-again-6039746/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>mtbingpresentsfriendsashlovehimmusicpdaguntherbowlifeashleykissessoccerhttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/05/01/don-t-go-away-again-6039746/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/04/05/this-is-for-real-5891582/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-04-05:/2009/04/05/this-is-for-real-5891582/Sun, 05 Apr 2009 06:02:10 +0200 <p><em>this time i mean it<br> i'm coming clean<br> please dont let go<br> i said from the start<br> that you could take it or leave it<br> i'd prefer that you keep it<br> don't let go<br> don't let go</em></p> <p>apologies for lack of writing, my dear readerlests. i wrote three or so posts, but for some reason instead of publishing, they saved themeselves, unfinished, into my drafts. so i'll finish them up and polish them off and have them here soon.<br> watch this space :O<br> as many exciting things have happened.</p> <p>i have had this idea. if anyone reads like, one or two of my posts and finds any of it remotely interesting or worth reading (and i know some people must read more than one of my posts, because i have had less visitors than page views, and my page views have been going up. this may just be coincidence) please could you leave a comment? i'd so much like that.<br> the only comments i have had are from those scammer people and i'd so much like to think that what i write is worth a little bit more than that.<br> even if your message is a slightly abusive one aimed at my apparently undying love for a certain member of the male species starting with w.<br> (a quick note on that: it is ALL OVER! yay!)<br> i'd just love to know that someone, somewhere out there has actually spent time reading something that i've written.<br> thanks!<br> more posts soon. and photographs!<br> xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/04/05/this-is-for-real-5891582/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>page-viewsmusicschoollifedraftsmessagessillyvisitorsashblogslovehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/04/05/this-is-for-real-5891582/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/29/this-love-5850486/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-03-28:/2009/03/29/this-love-5850486/Sun, 29 Mar 2009 00:42:38 +0100 <p><em>has taken its toll on me<br> and she's said goodbye<br> too many times before</p> <p>her heart is breaking<br> in front of me<br> but i have no choice<br> i won't say goodbye any more.</em></p> <p>hazza my dear readers. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>guess what i got me last weekend? a boyfriend. i know, right?<br> so, i was at skyfire, woo! oh. wait.<br> so last friday i was in maths and my throat started hurting like an absolute arse and i was like dayum. and then by the end of maths, my nose was running, i had a headache and my throat was not allowing me to speak without a large degree of pain. mw was staying over that night, and we were staying after school coz we had some house thing on and we were gonna do homework first, and so we did and then she came back to mine. you know what i discovered? my mattress is too big for my bedframe (i've had it like three years) and is on a TILT. so every time i try to sleep on one edge of my bed i roll back down to the other. odd. i laughed.<br> anyway, i had the most godawful night's sleep imaginable. haha mw woke up in the middle of the night and she sits up and yells out 'WHERE AM I?!?' and then i was like <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0">and then she's like oh, its ok, i thought i was at carly's house. and then she fell back to sleep and had no recollection the next day. its quite hilarious.<br> anyway, the next day my head was killing me and i felt like throwing up, my nose wouldnt stop running and my throat was dying but it was SKYFIRE. i couldnt miss out on SKYFIRE! so i had to pretend i felt fine, went to tennis, picked up nw and on the way to mw's, got incredibly car sick. but after throwing up, all g.<br> sat on mw's couch, watched she and nw play cards, slept, felt better.<br> got to skyfire. friends on other side of lake.<br> went over other side of lake. sat down for a while, left to find shb.<br> failed in mission, returned.<br> sat next to ashley <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> slowly everyone starts (unknowingly apparently) moving away. soon his arm is around me and my head is on his shoulder. the fireworks start and he and i sit and talk and it feels so right.<br> afterwards we're hugging and acting like a couple and soon enough he asks me out: we're making it official <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> it was the most amazing night of my life. he was so warm and i felt so safe against him.<br> i dont want him to ever leave me.<br> ever.<br> if anything like what happened with w happens with ashley i think i would collapse.<br> x</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/29/this-love-5850486/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>hugsyumhimlovelifefireworksskyfirethe-best-thingashleyhttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/29/this-love-5850486/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/13/i-hear-you-in-my-dreams-5747754/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-03-13:/2009/03/13/i-hear-you-in-my-dreams-5747754/Fri, 13 Mar 2009 08:12:40 +0100 <p><em>i feel your whisper across the sea<br> i keep you with me in my heart<br> you make it easier when life gets hard, oh</p> <p>lucky i'm in love with my best friend<br> lucky to have been where i have been<br> lucky to be coming home again.</em></p> <p>soooo, i was wrong about ash apparently.<br> and apparently i agreed to <em>go out to lunch</em> with him in a couple of weekends time.<br> and i apparently asked him to be my formal backup, which i can tell i am going to be obliged to change to formal date.<br> and apparently... i like him.</p> <p>and i am the most frustrating person, i know.<br> but i can't think of him like w.<br> i like him well enough, sure.<br> i'd rather go out with him than any of my other guy friends, sure.<br> but i imagine kissing him, or hugging him, or even just holding his hand..<br> and i get a little creeped out.<br> w, i imagined so much. i thought he was the one.<br> ash... is ash.<br> he went out with my best friend! and sure, they didnt do much, and neither of them care about that or eachother anymore, but it still kinda creeps me out.<br> and i know the whole time i'll be comparing him to w.<br> even if he pays, like w didnt.<br> even if there are no awkward pauses in our conversation.<br> even if he makes me feel so much better than w even tried.</p> <p>he wont and doesn't have w's.... w-NESS.<br> w's eyes, and smile, and the way he could look at me with that teasing look that just spun my stomach round. his voice, his laugh, his smell.<br> (though apparently ash smells really good <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0">)<br> his knowing what to say. the way he could make me blush. his texts when i was falling asleep. the way he called me gorgeous. the way small talk meant everything. the way every dream was about him, and about us. the way simple things like snow or cars could come to mean so much more than life itself to me.<br> i... don't know if ash could ever be like that.<br> but ash is so much more... accesible.<br> w is as close to me, as within my grasp, as a raindrop on the outside of a window.<br> and he hates me.<br> i know he does.<br> he'd have to.<br> xx</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/13/i-hear-you-in-my-dreams-5747754/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifeglimpsew-ness47colognelovedategorgeousschoolhimashwilllunchbussmellshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/13/i-hear-you-in-my-dreams-5747754/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/12/lucky-i-m-in-love-5741863/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-03-12:/2009/03/12/lucky-i-m-in-love-5741863/Thu, 12 Mar 2009 11:04:41 +0100 <p><em>with my best friend</em><br> good song (Y)</p> <p>but honestly?<br> LOL. ash is gonna ask bridgit out.<br> so SNAP and there we go again...</p> <p><em>are you listeninggggg?<br> are you listeninggg?<br> as the days...</em></p> <p><strong>In Pride and Prejudice, Austen invites the reader to examine a number of marriages and forthcoming marriages. From your reading, what do you think she regards as the elements of an ideal marriage? Refer to at least three marriages.</strong></p> <p>Jane Austen’s novel, Pride and Prejudice, delves deep into which elements produce an ideal marriage through the examination of several marriages, focussing in particular on one family; the Bennetts. Pride and Prejudice gives the reader examples of both ideal and completely unsuitable marriages, according to her ideals. Austen’s idea of a perfect marriage has three main characteristics: love, sustainability through income and a knowledge of one another’s faults, as well as a respect for them. Elizabeth Bennett, Austen’s heroine, finds all of these in her marriage with Darcy; many marriages throughout the novel, however, are lacking in at least one of these ideals.</p> <p>Austen regards love as one of the main elements crucial to an ideal marriage; she does, however, acknowledge that a satisfactory marriage can be made without the presence of love. Elizabeth refuses Mr Collin’s proposal on the basis that she does not love him –insert refusal quote here- and then again, she refuses Mr Darcy on the same foundation- insert quote here. When she finally accepts Mr Darcy, it is for the most part due to the fact that she has come to love him after realising and accepting his faults. Charlotte Lucas, however, has far less romantic ideals in finding a husband, asking only ‘a comfortable home’. She does not seek love in matrimony, and is convinced that her ‘chance of happiness with him [Mr. Collins] is as fair as most people can boast on entering on the marriage state’..</p> <p>can somebody PLEASE HELP ME.<br> this is pure waffle, absolute crap.<br> i neeed help <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>xx</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/12/lucky-i-m-in-love-5741863/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>idealsdarcypapschoolluckyashelizabethmrs-forbeslovelifepride-and-prejudicebridgitenglishhttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/12/lucky-i-m-in-love-5741863/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/10/oh-it-is-love-5728078/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-03-10:/2009/03/10/oh-it-is-love-5728078/Tue, 10 Mar 2009 08:06:48 +0100 <p><em>from the first time<br> i set my eyes<br> upon yours</em></p> <p><strong>ashley- escape the fate</strong><br> <em>Shadows fall on yesterday,<br> its like time just slips away.<br> I'm nothing, when darkness follows me.<br> The dawn, it never shows its head.<br> I'm left dying here instead with nothing,<br> a lock without a key.</p> <p>Like the brightest star you shine through.<br> Ashley, baby, you make me feel so alive.<br> I've got purpose once again.<br> Ashley, baby, you make me feel so alive.<br> I've got purpose once again.</p> <p>If looks could kill you'd be the one,<br> that takes my world and makes me numb.<br> I'm nothing, without you i cant breathe.<br> And as the sunlight burns the sky,<br> I see through my obsessive eyes.<br> I'm nothing, without you i cant see.</p> <p>Like the brightest star you shine through.<br> Ashley, baby, you make me feel so alive.<br> I've got purpose once again.<br> Ashley, baby, you make me feel so alive.<br> I've got purpose once again.</p> <p>You're the strength i need to fight,<br> You're the reason i still try.<br> I'm the not and you're the might.<br> Use these wings so i can fly,<br> I can fly.</p> <p>Ashley, baby, you make me feel so alive.<br> I've got purpose once again.<br> Ashley, baby, you make me feel so alive.<br> I've got purpose once again.<br> Ashley, baby, you make me feel so alive.<br> I've got purpose once again.</p> <p>I've got purpose once again.<br> I've got purpose once again.</em></p> <p>it is love<br> from the first time<br> i pressed my lips<br> against yours<br> thinking of<br> is this love?</p> <p>aloha, my wonderful readers, of which there are none.<br> not much has been going on in my uneventful life.<br> i ran into a tree the other day, which was unfortunate. my head started bleeding.<br> basically, i was looking at the ground and i was walking under this branch. and i must have bent down or something, but i stood up really incredibly quickly and smashed my head against the branch. i still have a lump!<br> got my maths test back, not good. 67%ish. so i am not going to inform the parentals of this.<br> i am wearing my high-waisted shorts and enjoying them immensely.<br> i got TEN WHOLE SONGS yesterday. :O:O. i know, right. splurge much? lol.<br> have been madly obsessed with facebook lately so i really need to get off it, but i honestly could not be stuffed to do my assignments etc.<br> but i need to do my art sculptures, so the plan is to meander off once i have finished writing this to find some natural objects, and maybe write some of essay also. bloody teacher's changed the due date for draft, gah.<br> apparently jq has had an argument with w about ME. dayum. and why he broke up with me. apparently keeping his mouth shut though. like honestly, i dont have enough courage to go and ask him myself, BUT<br> a) i am NOT asking people to do this for me, i'd rather not know than act that immature<br> b) i don't know if i want to know<br> c) i forgot my final point, but it was the one that woulda brought this baby home. psshh.<br> d) its been six months, awkward much?</p> <p>so i've written 2800 words in this, and none in my essay. JUST TODAY. ridiculous.<br> pretty excited about my formal. few more months though.<br> ok i have to go its gonna get dark.</p> <p>OH. WE GOT THE PAMPHLETS FOR OUR LATIN TRIP TO ITALY TODAY. friggin hyperexcited. yaaaay.<br> that is all.<br> adeui.</p> <p>and willll. hahahahaha.<br> im sorry, not my fault. but kinda makes me lol (:<br> and i miss you. you were one of my two best friends ever.<br> i want my best friend back.<br> xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/10/oh-it-is-love-5728078/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>pride-and-prejudicewillfinal-pointforgettingfriendsmonthsartenglishescape-the-fatepaplatinlifeitalyessayashleyformalmusichttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/10/oh-it-is-love-5728078/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/07/you-ll-never-see-what-you-ve-done-to-me-5708484/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-03-07:/2009/03/07/you-ll-never-see-what-you-ve-done-to-me-5708484/Sat, 07 Mar 2009 03:15:42 +0100 <p><em>you can take back your memories<br> they're no good to me</em></p> <p>i am just going to make a list of music i will be wanting to buy presently.<br> i usually pride myself on having an alternative taste in music, but i think you'll find a lot of mainstream music on, mostly coz i havent been listening to it much.</p> <p>-right round- flo rider<br> -both of the whole alright, still and its not me, its you albums- lily allen<br> -gives you hell- all-american rejects<br> -you found me- the fray<br> -get shaky- ian carey project<br> -rock & roll- eric hutchinson<br> -lucky - jason mraz ft colbie callait<br> -more jessie baylin<br> -the juno soundtrack<br> -anything by imogen heap<br> -the fratellis<br> -a story to tell your friends- every avenue<br> -i don't do surprises- axel whitehead<br> -can't shake it- kate miller-hiedke<br> -goodnight, nurse<br> -anberlin<br> -moremoremoremoremore jack johnson<br> -jack's mannequin<br> -thinking of you- katy perry (i know, i know, i hate her too. but i like this one)<br> -someone so much- bob evans<br> -don't chase me- shea fisher<br> -raise the alarm- the living end<br> -trouble trouble- the potbelleez<br> - red jumpsuite apparatus<br> -funeral for a friend<br> -taking back sunday<br> -the pigeon detectives<br> -the age of understatement (album) - the last shadow puppets<br> -more artic monkeys<br> -franz ferdinand (just a little)</p> <p>and there was another one, something about airplanes or something, but i cannot recall at present moment.</p> <p>etc etc, the list goes on, but i am still putting off my essay and thus must now delve deep into the marriages of pride and prejudice, hoping to fine one which jane austen may describe as ideal.<br> woot.</p> <p>xx</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/07/you-ll-never-see-what-you-ve-done-to-me-5708484/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>essaysyoull-never-seefratellishealthlifepride-and-prejudiceloveairplanestheyre-no-good-to-mepapjane-austenleisurelauraput-offscouting-for-girlsenglishmusictaking-back-sundayartwhat-youve-done-to-mehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/07/you-ll-never-see-what-you-ve-done-to-me-5708484/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/07/coming-out-of-my-cage-and-i-ve-been-doing-just-fine-5708125/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-03-06:/2009/03/07/coming-out-of-my-cage-and-i-ve-been-doing-just-fine-5708125/Sat, 07 Mar 2009 00:33:00 +0100 <p><em>gotta gotta be down<br> because<br> i want it all,<br> it started out with a kiss,<br> how did it end up like this?<br> it was only a kiss...<br> it was only a kiss.</em></p> <p>lots of stuff's been happening lately.</p> <p>i have developed a deep and unerring love for <em>see how i run</em> by jessie baylin, and i'd add a video but alas can't work out how <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>we got a new puppy!<br> <img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/621/3294621_d1aebfdfe2_s.jpeg" alt="DSC_6231" vspace="5" hspace="5"><br> i may have mentioned earlier that my friend's dog had puppies, and we got george. kinda one of the cutest things ever. i have renamed him <strong>george puddle the hulk</strong> because he is a fox terrier, and is thus tiny, (especially as we have a massive dog as well) and because he puddles everywhere- he picks up water in his mouth and then dribbles it around the house. at the moment he's asleep on the the other couch, and now he's getting up and looking at me.<br> ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh georgeattacks!x0999gvtfrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.<br> and now he's outside :]<br> and barking loudly (N)</p> <p>laura now no longer likes anyone<br> and ash does not like bridgit<br> and im thinking im gonna ask him to be my formal backup. so that's alllll g.</p> <p>i got the most awesome new shorts in the whole world on tuesday.<br> one pair is american eagle, and they look a BIT like this - <img src="http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/be/7/AAAAAvWLn68AAAAAAL54pw.jpg" alt="amer" title="american eagle"><br> and the other pair are just from jay jays, but they're high waisted denim and i love love love them<br> much alike to the shorts in this picture (im sorry, cant really find any on google images lol)<br> <img src="https://www.shopstyle.com/uim/y2009/d036/53/535db4e4d74873424ee6246cb78e1625.jpg" alt="https://www.shopstyle.com/uim/y2009/d036/53/535db4e4d74873424ee6246cb78e1625.jpg" title="shorts"></p> <p>anywayy. this weekend's the long weekend and im really quite cut coz all my friends are going shopping/ APKing/ movieing and i cant go coz its my mum's birthday and tuesday and she wants to have a BBQ, and i have to be there and brads gonna be there. and i dont want to talk to brad because i dislike him very much atm, and he asked his girlfriend to marry him after a month and a half, thus i cannot take him seriously.<br> so im gonna call millie soon, my socialisation for the day. weekend. and i have riding tomorrow, and on monday the dreaded BBQ and i would much rather be out buying a white shirt because i am in desperate need. and coz i want to see ash, and i hardly see millie outside of school and i'd just convinced her to come.</p> <p>ahhh my banana bread is burning!<br> its ok. not burnt, slightly browner than usual but not black phew.<br> love banana bread yaaay.<br> i've got a whole lot of unwanted homework i should probably get on with too, but i honestly could not be bothered.<br> i have to write an english essay by wednesday <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"><br> so i will get started on that.<br> OH! and i am doing a history assignment on millie's greatx5 grandmother's sister, which i may have already mentioned, and here is a picture of her front gate, thing.<br> <img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/622/3294622_dd1ddfacea_s.jpeg" alt="DSC_5151" vspace="5" hspace="5"></p> <p>ok, am off.<br> wish luck :L</p> <p>xx</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/07/coming-out-of-my-cage-and-i-ve-been-doing-just-fine-5708125/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>long-weekendamerican-eaglelifejay-jayspuppygeorge-the-hulkunwanted-barbequespuddleloveoldburylouisa-atkinsonformalcanberra-dayshortshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/07/coming-out-of-my-cage-and-i-ve-been-doing-just-fine-5708125/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/won-t-look-back-there-s-nothing-to-see-5676053/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-03-02:/2009/03/02/won-t-look-back-there-s-nothing-to-see-5676053/Mon, 02 Mar 2009 08:17:25 +0100 <p>woohoooty (:</p> <p>nothing much's been happening lately.<br> there was a brumbies game on the weekend, but i couldn't go. it was ok though, coz i didn't really want to go with la and ey, and mw and an were gonna be with gr and st, who i don't know that well, so i was like stuff it. then aneale said he wasnt going, so i'm kinda glad i didnt.<br> maybe next time lol</p> <p>and then it was the show, which was awesome fun. i rode annie and she was a little tense, but i got an eighth, a second and a fourth, and the classes were quite large, so i was pleased.<br> and i also went around the show, and i went on a proper ride! YESS! i went on the music trip. although not quite as scary as some of the others, i was proud.<br> <img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3259346441_1d223faff1.jpg" alt="music trip" title="music trip"><br> so yeah. be proud (Y)<br> i went round with my other friend lpe and her boyfriend mit, who i also went to primary school with. he's pretty rad. they went on thiis meeegggaaa huge ride, and there are no pictures but they were like spun around and upside down and aaahhhh! it was scary :L</p> <p>anyway have to go do the horses.<br> shall speak to you at a later date!</p> <p>xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/won-t-look-back-there-s-nothing-to-see-5676053/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifemusic-tripshowhttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/won-t-look-back-there-s-nothing-to-see-5676053/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/21/man-you-re-crazy-5623813/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-02-21:/2009/02/21/man-you-re-crazy-5623813/Sat, 21 Feb 2009 23:41:42 +0100 <p>friggin hilarious.<br> i swear, i haven't done a thing to you. i cant work out what happened, what i did wrong, but whatever it is, you're overreacting.</p> <p>an played cricket against w yesterday. i can't believe he did this, but he went up to w and was like 'are you ever going to talk to her again?' (<em>awkward</em>) and you know what w said?</p> <p>no.</p> <p>for god's friggin sake what the hell did i do this time? i didn't ask for an to go up and ask him that, i didn't ask for ab to go and ask why he broke up with me, or millie to send those messages. i can't work out quite what happened.<br> this sucks. i dont even get it. if i'd hooked up with some other guy, or even if I'D broken up with HIM it'd be understandable. but no, he broke up with me and now he's cutting me out of his life, so i must ave done something wrong.<br> ahh well..<br> <em>'i'll<br> get by<br> without<br> your smile.<br> and i'll<br> get through<br> without<br> you.</em></p> <p>on a lighter note, i am so incredibly mad at w i can truthfully say i'm almost over him. I deleted most of our texts last night, and i don't even regret it yet.<br> i'd so much love to go out with aj.<br> he's so much better than w in almost every way.<br> sure, he might not increase my rep at all, but as if that matters at all. and he may be short, but he's still taller than me :L<br> he's not ugly, and he doesnt have w's annoying teeth thank god.<br> he is really deep and can be serious or funny. i find myself always wanting to make him smile because its so rare- not coz he isnt happy but because he's the kind of person who doesnt laugh out loud at evey ridiculous thing (ie, me). we can have really interesting conversations that aren't awkward at all and he makes me smile alot.<br> so, things arent all bad, despite what an arse w has made of himself.</p> <p>ttyL<br> and w if you read this (by some miraculous chance)<br> i dont miss you. i miss your memory.<br> faggot.</p> <p>xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/21/man-you-re-crazy-5623813/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>scouting-for-girlsimmatureanealewilllifeyumcricketplease-stopmusicelvis-aint-deadajhttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/21/man-you-re-crazy-5623813/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/song-for-the-dumped-5584560/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-02-16:/2009/02/16/song-for-the-dumped-5584560/Mon, 16 Feb 2009 11:12:53 +0100 <p>FUCK YOU.<br> to add to all the hurt, you just have to go and friggin BLOCK me.<br> i love you<br> i love you<br> i love you</p> <p>what did i do?<br> what didnt i do?<br> why do you hate me?<br> why wont you talk to me?</p> <p>i'm so confused and i just want to talk to you<br> one<br> more<br> time.</p> <p>you are honestly the biggest fag.<br> so manyy guys. but i love you, the fag, the spineless prick.</p> <p>i hate you<br> i hate you<br> i hate you<br> i love you.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/song-for-the-dumped-5584560/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>broken-heartbebowillskankhatelovelifeblockedsluthttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/song-for-the-dumped-5584560/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/we-should-get-jerseys-5583628/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-02-16:/2009/02/16/we-should-get-jerseys-5583628/Mon, 16 Feb 2009 09:18:16 +0100 <p>eyy<br> so i was watching you today (not meaning to sound like a stalker).<br> i hate it when you glance over at me. i love it and i hate it, all at the same time. its kinda confusing- guess i'm worried about what you're thinking of me, and if you're regretting us. i know i always look stupid- laughing hysterically at a joke, or red from heat, or just from being so close to you, or pulling a blank face, or talking to estelle.<br> i love it how i get to look into your eyes, even for just a split second. </p> <p>i love the way your hair, it curls up just above your ear, near your eye. its like an upside down wave. its so corny, but my heart actually skips a beat every time i see it- i just want to reach out and run my fingers along it. it is always always there, on the left side of your head - never your right - and its like ohhhh my gosh.<br> and your smile- the way you look at people; even your teeth that can annoy me SO MUCH, they all just make me love you more.</p> <p>i hate it when you sit next to other girls, even if i know you dont like them.<br> i hate it when i get overexcited and you're around and i just feel so embarassed.</p> <p><strong>must have done something right- relient k</strong><br> <em><br> We should get jerseys cause we make a great team<br> But yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league<br> And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday<br> I spend with you is the new best day of my life<br> Everyone watching us just turns away with disgust<br> It's Jealousy, they can see that we've got it going on</p> <p>And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way<br> To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say<br> YOu're ok with the way this is going to be<br> This is going to be thing we've ever seen</p> <p>If anyone can make me a better person you could<br> All I gotta say is I musta done something good<br> I came along one day and you rearranged my life<br> All I gotta say is I musta done something right<br> I musta done something right</p> <p>Maybe I'm just lucky cause it's hard to believe<br> Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me<br> And I know that it's so cliche to talk about you this way<br> But I'll push all my inhibitions aside<br> It's so very obvious to everyone watching us<br> That we have got something real good going on</p> <p>And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way<br> To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say<br> YOu're ok with the way this is going to be<br> This is going to be thing we've ever seen</p> <p>If anyone can make me a better person you could<br> All I gotta say is I musta done something good<br> I came along one day and you rearranged my life<br> All I gotta say is I musta done something right<br> I musta done something right</em></p> <p>love you,<br> xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/we-should-get-jerseys-5583628/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifewillglimpsehimembarrassmusicrelient-kfoolmust-have-done-something-rightyumartlyricsbuslovehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/16/we-should-get-jerseys-5583628/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/15/observations-5576438/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-02-15:/2009/02/15/observations-5576438/Sun, 15 Feb 2009 07:35:34 +0100 <p> am resigned to loving w. for all my life, if needs be.</p> <p>also, he has a pool.<br> skank (:</p> <p>i have deleted most of this post coz i didnt want anyone to see what i'd written, which is amazingly paranoid of me considering no one looks at it <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/15/observations-5576438/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/15/observations-5576438/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/valentines-day-5571421/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-02-14:/2009/02/14/valentines-day-5571421/Sat, 14 Feb 2009 10:46:35 +0100 <p>what would be your perfect mix tape?<br> i was going to make yours so much bigger but i was scared you'd guess it was me, so i just put three songs on it in the end. i dont know if you got it yet.</p> <p><strong>t m t- jack's mannequin</strong><br> <em>his is morning<br> That's when I spend the most time<br> Thinking 'bout what I've given up<br> This is a warning<br> When you start the day just to close the curtains<br> You're thinking 'bout what I've given up</p> <p>Where are you now?<br> As I'm swimming through the stereo<br> I'm writing you a symphony of sound<br> Where are you now?<br> As I rearrange the songs again<br> This mix could burn a hole in anyone<br> But it was you I was thinking of</p> <p>I read your letter<br> The one you left when you broke into my house<br> Retracing every step you made<br> And you said you meant it<br> And there's a piece of me in every single<br> Second of every single day<br> But if it's true then tell me how it got this way</p> <p>Where are you now?<br> As I'm swimming through the stereo<br> I'm writing you a symphony of sound<br> Where are you now?<br> As I rearrange the songs again<br> This mix could burn a hole in anyone<br> But it was you I was thinking of</p> <p>And I can't get to you<br> I can't get to you<br> I can't get to you (you, you)</p> <p>Where are you now?<br> As I'm swimming through the stereo<br> I conduct a symphony of sound<br> Where are you now?<br> As I'm cutting through you track by track<br> I swear to God this mix could sink the sun<br> But it was you I was thinking of</p> <p>And where are you now?<br> And where are you now?</p> <p>And this is my mixed tape for her<br> It's like I wrote every note<br> With my own fingers</em></p> <p><strong>i h t b y- motion city soundtrack</strong><br> <em>I'll get lost, messed up and bored when I'm alone too long<br> I can't sleep, function or eat when I'm not with someone<br> Late last fall, she ended it all and moved to who-knows-where<br> Just like that, she vanished and packed and never even called</p> <p>You feel a certain sense of synergy between yourself and me<br> A kind of macabre and somber Wonder-twin kind of harmony<br> What if it was you?<br> You that I needed all along<br> I felt like a fool,<br> Kicking and screaming and pretending we were wrong</p> <p>Let's get wrecked on pop tarts and sex and see the Taj Mahal<br> Let's save birds from Prince William Sound and skateboard through the mall<br> Let's fight crime with mangoes and limes and join the PGA<br> Let's win big with every spin but hurry, I can't wait</p> <p>Do you spend a fortune on those late-night prepaid television scams<br> In search of the perfect blend of steak knife and non-stick frying pan?<br> What if it was you?<br> You that I needed all along<br> I felt like a fool<br> Thinking we were completely wrong<br> It seemed like a dream<br> A beautiful screen<br> That echoed forever<br> And made us not afraid to feel a thing</p> <p>And after it ends<br> We'll try to be friends<br> They say that what doesn't kill us makes us who we are</p> <p>All this time and everything's changed but I still feel the same<br> All good things eventually end and get washed down the drain<br> What a disaster it would be if you discovered that I cared<br> A little too much for friends but not enough to share</p> <p>What if it was you?<br> You that I needed all along<br> I felt like a fool<br> Now that I'm sure that I was wrong<br> It had to be you.<br> It had to be you.<br> It had to be you.<br> I knew it was you.<br> </em></p> <p><strong>b t- jack johnson</strong><br> <em><br> There's no combination of words<br> I could put on the back of a postcard,<br> No song that I could sing<br> But I can try for your heart,<br> Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,<br> Like a shoebox of photographs,<br> With sepiatone loving,<br> Love is the answer<br> At least for most of the questions in my heart ,<br> Like why are we here? And where do we go?<br> And how come it's so hard?<br> It's not always easy,<br> And sometimes life can be deceiving, </p> <p>MMM, it's always better when we're together<br> Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together<br> Well, it's always better when we're together<br> Yeah, it's always better when we're together </p> <p>And all of these moments<br> Just might find their way into my dreams tonight<br> But I know that they'll be gone,<br> When the morning light sings<br> And brings new things,<br> But tomorrow night you see<br> That they'll be gone too,<br> Too many things I have to do,<br> But if all of these dreams might find their way<br> Into my day to day scene<br> I'll be under the impression,<br> I was somewhere in-between<br> With only two,<br> Just me and you<br> Not so many things we got to do,<br> Or places we got to be<br> We'll sit beneath the mango tree now</p> <p>Yeah, it's always better when we're together<br> MMM, We're somewhere in-between together<br> Well, it's always better when we're together<br> Yeah, it's always better when we're together </p> <p>Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm<br> I believe in memories<br> They look so, so pretty when I sleep<br> Hey now, and when, and when I wake up,<br> You look so pretty sleeping next to me<br> But there is not enough time,<br> And there is no, no song I could sing<br> And there is no combination of words I could say<br> But I will still tell you one thing,<br> We're better together</em></p> <p>and that was my mixed tape<br> for him. it was like i wrote<br> every note<br> with my own fingers.</p> <p>i kinda hope he misses me. i see him looking my way sometimes. i am trying to work up the courage to smile. and im getting there. i'd love to be able to take him to my formal, so i have like a five month deadline to be talking to him again.</p> <p>it hurts, for it to be valentines day, and i wish i could tell him what he means but i suppose he'll never know, eh?<br> and sometimes i wonder why i dont just tell him how i feel.</p> <p>ls told aj how she felt last night. he said he used to like her, but everyone know he has a crazy thing for br, so he completley turned her down. i suppose thats what i'm scared of.</p> <p>anyway im going now,</p> <p>i love you w,<br> always.<br> xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/valentines-day-5571421/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>schoolwill-cremerlovebussadglimpsevalentines-dayhttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/valentines-day-5571421/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/william-5571340/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-02-14:/2009/02/14/william-5571340/Sat, 14 Feb 2009 10:33:48 +0100 <p><em>when the dark falls<br> and i'm embraced by the silence<br> i curl up in a ball<br> close my eyes<br> and hide myself from the memories.</em></p> <p><strong>you think i wont make it.<br> i never said i wanted to.</strong></p> <p><u>too many memories<br> in everything i see<br> but when the light is gone<br> there are so many more<br> hidden in the dark.</u></p> <p><em>memories are overrated.<br> but i could never let them go.</em></p> <p><strong>i'm scared of the dark<br> and falling apart<br> its so out of line<br> but you're breaking my heart.</strong></p> <p><u>waiting for the snow<br> it never came.</u></p> <p><em>dont leave me, i dont know if i could deal with that again<br> i dont know if i could see myself through that<br> i need you to stay here. with me.</em></p> <p><strong>dont leave me<br> i couldnt deal with that.<br> i burnt up inside<br> my heart in shredded pieces<br> feeding the fire<br> my love for you<br> my heart is in cinders.</strong></p> <p><u>your friend<br> he's hot<br> but he's a jerk.</u></p> <p><strong>the things that made me love you. that photograph.</strong></p> <p><em><strong><u>IM ALREADY MISSING YOU. IM JUST NOT READY. I LOVE YOU MORE. YOU'RE AMAZING. SLEEP TIGHT. IT'S ALREADY BEEN TOO LONG. IM GOING AWAY. I DONT NEED ANTHING. I HAVE YOU. GOODNIGHT. i love you.</u></strong>>guess what? it is snowing.<br> </em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/william-5571340/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>willlifelyricswilliambandhimvalentines-daymercy-whistleuselesscremerlovesongsmissinghttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/14/william-5571340/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/10/dear-will-valentines-day-5541170/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2009-02-09:/2009/02/10/dear-will-valentines-day-5541170/Tue, 10 Feb 2009 00:50:40 +0100 <p>no one reads these blogs, no one i know knows i have a blog and i dont say anything of any importance anyway.</p> <p>dear w,<br> its nearly valentines day. which kinda means its nearly been a year since i first loved you. it means its been nearly a year of heartbreak.</p> <p><em>do you remember when we first met?<br> i sure do<br> it was some time<br> in early september</p> <p>though you were lazy about it<br> you made me wait around<br> i was so crazy about you<br> i didnt mind</em></p> <p>i want to give you something for valentines day, but i know you'll know if i send anything, and i have no way of sending it anyway.and i dont know what to give you. i was thinking a cd of all the songs that i relate to you, but i listen to bands no one else i know really listens to, so that'd be a dead giveaway. i could just do the more generic songs, i suppose.<br> i dont want you to know it was me, but i still want to give you something.</p> <p><em>I've got emotion<br> Dripping out my pores and I<br> Thought I would let you know<br> You are the night light,<br> Ripping through my wicked world<br> How you make it sparkle and glow,<br> Before I lose control<br> There's just one thing you should know</p> <p>This is for real, this time I mean it<br> I'm coming clean, please don't let go<br> I said from the start, that you could take it or leave it<br> Prefer that you keep it<br> Don't let go<br> Don't let go<br> Don't let go<br> </em></p> <p>i still want to be able to tell you how i feel, through my own mouth and not through the mouths of others.<br> i want to know why we broke up.<br> i saw you yesterday. ab, ly and i were just a little ahead of you. and try as i might, i couldnt help looking at you once i was sitting facing the back. i watched you for most of the ride, and i looked away whenever you looked at me. i cant tell if you want amanda or not. you seem to get on so well<br> but its different to how we got on. it looks better. but i suppose the grass is always greener and all that.<br> i dont know if i prefer it this way, sneaking glances at you, watching your life happen without me, or not talking to you at all, knowing nothing about you, and forcing myself to guess.<br> coz every time i think im over you<br> i see you again, and its back.</p> <p><em>You mean to me..<br> What, I mean to you and..<br> Together baby,<br> There is nothing we won't do<br> Cuz if I got chu,<br> I don't need money,<br> I don't need cars,<br> Girl, you're my aall.<br> And.. </p> <p>Oh!<br> I'm into you,<br> And<br> No..one else would do,<br> with every kiss and every hug,<br> You make me, fall in love,<br> And now I..know I can be the only one,<br> I bet its heart's all over the world tonight,<br> With the love of they life, who feel..<br> Wat I feel when I'm..<br> with you.</em></p> <p>do you remember that?<br> do you?</p> <p>i want to talk to you again. i want to take you to my formal. i want to be able to joke with you like she does. i want to know exactly what you're thinking and i want to feel you next to me, even when we're apart. i want you in my heart and i want to be in yours.<br> and ab spoke to you. she can be so friggin unsubtle.<br> i had the best times wih you and i want you to know, even though it hurts so much now, it was worth it. my memories, are worth every second of the pain even if sometimes i dont think so.</p> <p><em>It's been a year filled with problems<br> But now you're here, almost as if to solve them<br> I can't live in a world without you now<br> All my life I've been searching for you<br> How did I survive in this world before you?<br> Cause I don't want to live another day without you now</p> <p>This is the best thing<br> The best thing that could be happening<br> And I think you would agree<br> The best thing is that it's happening to you and me</p> <p>All I want to have is all that you can give me<br> And I'll give right back everything I have in me<br> Cause nothing ever felt as right as this does right now<br> I'll go back to before we met, trying to erase the past<br> Try harder to forget<br> Cause nothing will ever be as good as here and now</p> <p>Cause when I looked into your eyes<br> And you dared to stare right back<br> You should have said nice to meet you, I'm your other half</p> <p>this is the best thing... etc.</p> <p>Always knew I'd find someone<br> I never dreamt it'd be like this<br> Cause you've surpassed all that I've hoped for and ever wished<br> And I'm trying so hard with all my heart and mind<br> To make your life as good as you've made mine</em></p> <p>i would, and you should know it. what would be amazing is if you ever read this </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/10/dear-will-valentines-day-5541170/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>hateyearsamandamonthslovelaurawillcommentsvalentines-daywishuselesshimhttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2009/02/10/dear-will-valentines-day-5541170/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/29/besties-5291075/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-29:/2008/12/29/besties-5291075/Mon, 29 Dec 2008 03:15:20 +0100 <p>i spend all my time on here whining about w, when he's just one person in my life. i have decided to use the next few posts to appreciate everyone else, that i can remember, who dont spend their time making me feel miserable.</p> <p>my best friend is mw. <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/m/3101774" title="M"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/774/3101774_116b3d1026_s.jpeg" alt="M" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> that is her. she is awesome. we actually do stick together through thick and thin, and she possibly knows the most about me. she's obviously the more gorgeous, outgoing and funny one of us two, so all the guys love her, but i love her like my own sister. we go shopping together, we ride together, we stay on the phone for literally HOURS together, we swim, we sleep, we make up stupid games and poems, and even when she's been over for two days and a night and we have nothing left to say or do, we still seem to come up with something.<br> like one time, we were camping in my room (i know, but it was raining outside) and we had the sleeping bags out. so we were lying on them, coz they were really squishy and comfy, and a feather was blowing around. and so i blew it to her, then her to me, and thus the sport of feather tennis was born. we did that for two hours.<br> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/milokid/3101773" title="MiloKid"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/773/3101773_8820b28ba2_s.jpeg" alt="MiloKid" vspace="5" hspace="5"><br> that's my favourite picture of us, at my bowling party. it was fluoro, wooo, coz on saturday's they used to put on the UV light things that made white and fluoro things glow.<br> we went on outward bound together, and that was tough for most friends that went together, but it just made us appreciate eachother even more. eight days of hiking and camping under a thin plastic tarp really bring it back to reality.<br> i have to admit, seeing as no one knows about this blog, and even if they do, they wont find it, that i am quite jealous of her.<br> her two sisters are awesome, like not even kidding. her elder one just turned eighteen and is the same height as me and mw, so she lends us clothes, and bras, and shoes and everything we want. she is like, hippy, and she is the awesomest. her little sister is hilarious. she is really arty, she usually has paint stains on har hands and clothes, her hair pushed back with a headband, different coloured nailpolish and some great project 'i just have to finish quickly, like, now'. she makes the funniest things, like handcuffs with feather boas as her friend's christmas presents. and yes, she is in fact turning fourteen in may.<br> but what im most jealous of mw is how incredibly gorgeous she is.<br> when all my friends go out in a group with the guys,and some of their boyfriends, mw is the centre of attention. everyone wants to talk to her, to walk next to her, to be seen with her. i do love it that despite that, she usually chooses to talk to me. she had a boyfriend, called aj, who was completely in love with her, he'd buy her flowers on every one of their month's, and just whenever. she broke up with him though, but they are still like besties. then along came nn, a guy in the year above us, who, i dunno, its like she's leading him on, but she wouldnt do that. he's asked her out so many times, but she just wont. she goes OUT with him though, and like, when they last went to the movies and my friend lj asked if he had made a move on her, she was like, 'oh, we only snuggled a little, not really.' yet she doesnt want him to think she likes him, coz apparently she doesnt. AND, a month after she broke up with aj, while nn was still in love with her, she hooked up with a guy called lh. which is completely unlike her. i like, would never have imagined it.<br> anyway, everyone thinks she's gorgeous. she was one of the two of my friends that i let meet w, coz i knew she wouldnt be stupid about it. i dont mean to drag a perfectly happy blog into depression, and i'm not, i think its good to remember though, w was the only guy i knew who i could honestly say preferred me to her.<br> anyway, she is awesome. but she's away at th moment and i really need to talk to her, so dont know what to do. i guess i'll have to wait til she gets back to call her...</p> <p>this is millie doing her zoolander face<br> <img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/772/3101772_9e31cf21b6_s.jpeg" alt="Zoolander" vspace="5" hspace="5"></p> <p>the next is bl. he is k's best friend's brother, and he's a year younger than me, but he's six two and so its like he's the same age. he can be a complete prick to his sister, in fact to most people, but to me he is the most awesome friend and support i could ask for. he changes his girlfriends more than he changes underwear- three in the past two weeks- but he's really been the only one i knew i could turn to about w without him judging me.<br> i feel like such a slut, actually. i didnt DO anything, it was more what was going through my mind, and what i wanted to do.<br> yesterday i was over at his, and he has this giant double bed in his room. we were both lying on it watching a movie (bear in mind he does have a girlfriend at the moment) and we were pretty much almost touching. and i was all upset coz something reminded me of w, so i leaned over and was pretty much resting on him- my head on his shoulder, his arm round my shoulder and one of my hands on his chest.<br> then somehow, we ended up wrestling, i think it was over his drumsticks, and we ended up with me lying on the bed looking up at him, his hands on either side of my head and my legs spread wide open. and we were just lying there and i put my hand up and i was touching his face, and running my finger down a line of moles he has on the side of his face. then i stopped i was so scared coz he has been such an amazing friend to me, so why was i doing that? i couldnt bear to lose him by doing something stupid. and he wasnt trying anything on me. but i actually wanted something to happen so badly, it was freaking me out.<br> so i grabbed the drumstick and started hitting him with it, and it all went back to normal.<br> but later on we were playing guitar hero, and i am solid gold CRAP at guitar hero. and i was stuffing up the easiest song, so like a friend he had put his arms around me from behind, coz i was like leaning back on him, and played it for me. but after the song was over he still had his arms there and i just leaned back into him and we sat there for a while. in the end we were just lying on his bed, him behind me with his arms around me, and i wanted so SO much for something to happen, again. it was just so wierd, because i dont like him like that. i think its because he gets me through so much, and he is such a supportive, amazing friend, i rely on him so much. i wish i could tell him how important he is to me.<br> but sometimes he can be a complete arse and then i hate him and wonder why i even like him.<br> double edged sword much?<br> his ex girlfriend is a complete bitch. yesterday she called him up and was like 'i just took a pregnancy test. i think i am pregnant, like actually. i'm waiting for the results now.' and he was completely freaking out and then she goes 'haha just joking, i got my period already'<br> what kind of tool does that? but after stuff like that he gets angry, and i can only calm him down if i'm there. so i was pretty useless.</p> <p>anyway, i think i've written enough, and i have to go and do some work on my foal. he's called buzz, and he's actually two, but has the maturity of a carrot.</p> <p> <a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/media/photo/ibuzz_and_brydey/3101775" title="IBuzz and Brydey"><img src="http://data5.blog.de/media/775/3101775_82c249c04a_s.jpeg" alt="IBuzz and Brydey" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><br> this is him when he was, like, two or three weeks old<br> </a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/29/besties-5291075/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>monthsloveleisurefriendshorsesbest-friendslifehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/29/besties-5291075/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/28/four-months-5290636/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-28:/2008/12/28/four-months-5290636/Sun, 28 Dec 2008 23:51:51 +0100 <p>it has been.<br> four months.<br> since we last spoke.</p> <p>i am going to talk to him. i have four days left of the year, and i have to HAVE TO do something about it. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/28/four-months-5290636/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/28/four-months-5290636/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/28/our-song-5290469/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-28:/2008/12/28/our-song-5290469/Sun, 28 Dec 2008 22:53:20 +0100 <p><em>Cause our song is the slamming screen door<br> Sneaking out late, tapping on his window<br> When we're on the phone and he talks real slow<br> Cause it's late and his mama don't know<br> Our song is the way he laughs<br> The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"<br> And when I got home,fore I said amen<br> Asking God if he could play it again</em></p> <p>Our song by Taylor Swift.<br> well that sounds familiar <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/28/our-song-5290469/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>musiclifehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/28/our-song-5290469/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/26/well-snap-5279521/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-26:/2008/12/26/well-snap-5279521/Fri, 26 Dec 2008 11:06:32 +0100 <p>i like cucumber.</p> <p>probably a little too much.<br> today, as a 'precautionary measure' my mother, instead of cutting it into little circles, cut it into even smaller cubes so i couldnt just steal it out of the salad bowl without a huge hunt.<br> but the thing is, if she gives me cucumber on the side of my plate, it never tastes as nice. </p> <p>i got all the cucumber anyway, and it tasted gooood.</p> <p>tomorrow, one of w's friends, le is coming over. his family are friends of mine. le and i grew up together- while watching a home video of me aged 6 months- 3 1/2 years, its hard to go ten minutes without seeing him. there are videos of us bouncing on the bed with barely anything on, me aged 2, him 3, and of us running in the sprinklers, swimming, playing, sleeping. he's almost a year and a half older than me.<br> every single girl i know is in love with him.<br> he is friends with w though.<br> before w and i were going out, he and bu, his friend, also in the year above me and w, would tease me about liking him, and him about liking me. it was quite funny, really. 'heyyy..... hows wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww' and texts, coz they stole his phone alot, which had me in hysterics.<br> when we were going out, on the bus, le would sit behind us, and as w and i spoke, he would listen, and pull faces and stuff.<br> but when w wasnt on, and while le and i were talking, he would tell me how he thought we were really sweet. br, my friend, says i shouldnt do this. he says i should just forget w, and leave behind all the things that remind me of him, let them remind me of something else.<br> he's right.<br> completely.<br> absolutely.<br> i cant seem to though. and as w doesnt care an iota about me any longer, i am stupid to still care.</p> <p>but there are so many things...</p> <p>-theatre 6 at the local movies. we went to our first movie in there, and its also the one he asked me out in.<br> -dunlop volleys- not the laceup ones- especially pink and white check. and balck and white check. we laughed in those shoes.<br> -ice rinks.<br> - the 25th of every month, the day he asked me out, as well as the 15th of february- the day i realised how much i loved him<br> -our local parties and happy hours. if he's there, its awkward, if he's not, its like something missing.<br> -the word annual. once, when texting me, he said 'and the annual i love you so amazingly much'. but annual was the wrong word. it was endearing and annoying at the time, but now it is just a reminder, especially now the word annual is used so very much. why not another word... usual, and i had another, but it has slipped my mind and i have so much left to say.<br> -just the number 25, come to think. also the numbers 43, 47, 10, 9, 42, 6, 3 and 7.<br> -his bus. it smells like us.<br> -the breast cancer foundation.<br> -beer.<br> -sheep, cows and goats.<br> -livers.<br> -my pinky.<br> -orange/pink nail polish, and painted nails.<br> -my driveway.<br> -dirt roads.<br> -getting a text.<br> -yellow cars, and cars with pop-up headlights.<br> -he wanted a toyota corrola, and they are everywhere.<br> -every time i go on the internet.<br> -flowers.<br> -oreos.<br> -the kaiser chiefs, relient k, yellowcard and the veronicas.<br> -love actually and amelie.<br> -krispy kremes and jelly lollies, like gummy bears.<br> -muffins.<br> -soccer.<br> -health class.<br> -free dress days.<br> -latin.<br> -winter uniform.<br> -his school.<br> -catching the bus.<br> -all my friends talking about their boyfriends.<br> -holograms.<br> -cars the movie.<br> -norway, and anything to do with it.<br> -august.<br> - the spring holidays.<br> -birthdays.</p> <p>and the list could go on. but as no one cares, i will stop now, im only hurting myself.<br> x</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/26/well-snap-5279521/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/26/well-snap-5279521/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/26/all-sure-things-fall-5278513/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-26:/2008/12/26/all-sure-things-fall-5278513/Fri, 26 Dec 2008 01:26:32 +0100 <p>things i have learnt this year:</p> <p>-something can hurt more inside than physical pain.</p> <p>-to never ever give yourself over fully to another person; give them your whole heart. because when they leave you, you're left with nothing, and have to start right over.</p> <p>-love is real.</p> <p>-if you forget about your fear, and forget about the what ifs, you can do anything. and you need to learn to put this into action.</p> <p>-talking in class does, in fact, give you better grades.</p> <p>-you always need a good friend you know you can tell anything and they wont laugh.</p> <p>-bradley james is hot.</p> <p>-sometimes, writing a blog is better than writing a diary, because you know other people can see it, even if they dont care. a diary is just another way of keeping everything bottled up inside you, it just wastes paper too.</p> <p>-looks can, in fact, be deceiving. but most of the time, they arent.</p> <p>- never take anything or anyone for granted.</p> <p>-love exists. and its painful. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/26/all-sure-things-fall-5278513/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>life-lessonshomeworkschoolyumcommentsbradley-jameslove-for-grantedhot-stuffhotchyna-dollwillgb101loveblogsshoppingtaking-it-for-grantedfriendssadwritingartnew-yeargradeslifehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/26/all-sure-things-fall-5278513/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/5-5-5-5-5-also-5272418/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-24:/2008/12/24/5-5-5-5-5-also-5272418/Wed, 24 Dec 2008 21:49:47 +0100 <p>also.<br> we would have been going out for five months.<br> today.<br> at five forty three pm.</p> <p>but we havent. (: </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/5-5-5-5-5-also-5272418/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifelovemonthstimehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/5-5-5-5-5-also-5272418/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/chapstick-chapped-lips-and-things-like-chemistry-5272407/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-24:/2008/12/24/chapstick-chapped-lips-and-things-like-chemistry-5272407/Wed, 24 Dec 2008 21:40:38 +0100 <p>every christmas morning<br> my family eats croissants. i dont know why.<br> j has 2- one with cheese, one with ham and cheese.<br> k has 1, sometimes. usually with jam.<br> m's depend on her mood<br> d has 2- a jam one and a ham and cheese one<br> i have 2, both ham and cheese.</p> <p>this year it's bacon instead of ham, coz we just happen to have a ridiculous amount of it in the fridge, and no ham. we're cooking them now. the grand plan (which could also be known as mission improbable 7) is to start opening presents by eight.<br> i was out of bed at quarter to six, to give some idea.</p> <p>at lunch, we sometimes have turkey, and sometimes have ham. its turkey this year, as well as prawns and oysters, and salads, and chocolate log for desert. last year, when we had the chooks, we bought a kilo or two of prawns and my dad chopped of all the heads, and peeled them and stuff, and asked my brother to take the heads and give them to the chooks.<br> he gave them the prawns.<br> so we didnt have prawns last night.<br> apparently, chooks dont like prawns. they only like prawn heads.</p> <p>my nails are painted blue and red, like my superman pyjamas.<br> i should be downstairs, but i hate getting in the way.<br> i got fluoro high tops in my stocking.<br> and i am wearing them.</p> <p>this christmas, w and i. yeah. actually dont worry about it. he's in sydney, i think. ha.</p> <p>i think i am kinda pathetic.<br> but this is my only way to vent my feelings. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/chapstick-chapped-lips-and-things-like-chemistry-5272407/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>baconchristmashamlovecheesecroissantslifehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/chapstick-chapped-lips-and-things-like-chemistry-5272407/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/resolutions-more-like-kidding-myself-5270619/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-24:/2008/12/24/resolutions-more-like-kidding-myself-5270619/Wed, 24 Dec 2008 11:55:44 +0100 <p>so i was thinking about resolutions in the new year.<br> and i thought, yes, so maybe resolutions are just a way to make us feel better about the year we've had, and how we've behaved.<br> like, one of my resolutions was be more outgoing. well i'm still the same person, and i've realised there is no point in trying to change myself.<br> and so i have decided that the resolutions i make for next year arent going to be ones i always make 'do better at school', 'be a better person'. they are going to be realistic goals that i can tick off a list.<br> but i'm also going to have a list of things i need to do before the end of this year too. because i need to move on, and bringing things through to the new year is just going to clutter up my life for another year.<br> so things i need to do before 2009 begins are like,</p> <p>-talk to w. i need to talk to him, because not talking is ridiculous, and i cant go on living when i cry every time anything reminds me of him. and everything reminds me of him. so i need to just call him up, and ask him why, and tell him how much i miss him. usually, i would say oh no, but what if? but seriously. is it gonna get any worse than this? i doubt that.</p> <p>-get rid of all the clothes that dont fit me any more. some shirts i've had in there since i was eight. they dont fit me, and i'm just keeping them for memory's sake. but i've learnt this year, sometimes you dont want the memories.</p> <p>i would continue my list. but i have just realised, once again, that it is christmas eve. and seeing as my siblings are still very much enamoured with santa claus, i must off to bed.<br> i will need to write my resolutions down.<br> and luck speaking to w. im gonna bloody need it.</p> <p>x</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/resolutions-more-like-kidding-myself-5270619/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>himboringbunlovelifenew-yearresolutionsmoving-ongoalshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/24/resolutions-more-like-kidding-myself-5270619/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/17/to-you-5233685/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-12-17:/2008/12/17/to-you-5233685/Wed, 17 Dec 2008 01:24:35 +0100 <p>w,<br> i dont know if i've ever said this before, but its funny how sometimes you think you know someone really well and then you realise you hardly know them at all.<br> and its funny how much it can hurt when you lose someone you really care about.<br> losing you was like losing my best friend and my boyfriend all at once. its ridiculous that i even care, when you were such a prick about everything, but what, nearly three months on and its still burning me up from the inside.<br> is it possible to go on loving someone after they have torn you up into a thousand tiny pieces, and then scattered the shreds to the wind?<br> of course it is. a dog will always be faithful to his master, yearning for his attention and affection, no matter what his master puts him through. and even though you've made my nights sleepless, even though the thought of you brings the cracks in my heart to the surface, i still love you like i always have.<br> i still hear your voice when i'm walking through the shopping centres, or on the bus, and i turn my head and you arent there. i still see your face, your eyes and your smile, looking at me the way you did when you told me you loved me. the way you looked at me as if i was something amazing; i still see that in my dreams. sometimes i wake up and i think for a moment we're still together. and then i remember. sometimes i feel you, feel your hand on the small of my back, and some times the smell that reminds me of you wafts past and my heart beats faster.<br> its so stupid. you arent even that special, just another guy. you dont stand out, you have a stupid laugh, your teeth annoy the fuck out of me but at the same time they are so incredibly cute. you have the most stupid sense of humour. your hair, its like a bloody curtain. but i remember how much we laughed when we talked about it, how you said it kept the sun off you in summer, and the cold out in winter, and that you didnt need an umbrella when you had your hair there. then you got your haircut, when you got back. it looks awful. you hardly said anything about me to your family, i bet you didnt even tell sofie it was me. she's know me since before i can remember, and i bet you didnt even tell her it was me. and whenever we went out, to see batman, or any of the other movies, you never laughed unless i did, and when i think back- were you only laughing at me, and the way i was laughing? you never paid for anything, i got my stuff, you got yours. you ate so much, but whenever i was around you, i couldnt touch a thing.<br> im still trying to work out why we didnt and i cant think of anything. you said you would always love me. all we ever fought about was who loved the other more. well duh. me.<br> i miss the texts i used to get every morning. now you text maddi, coz you're bored. that hurts. did you only text me because you were bored? or did you actually love me?<br> you said you werent ready for us. you said that we could get back together when you were ready. you asked me, could we still be friends, you didnt want this to ruin our friendship.<br> then you fucked right off to norway and left me hanging, and when you came back... its like i dont exist. i'll walk past, and smile at you, and you just look away. sure, we talk sometimes, but how can talking about the weather, and school, really measure up to the way we used to talk?<br> i threw out my shoes, you know. the ones that were the same as yours. my volleys. i thought, maybe, if i get rid of these and all their memories, i'll move on. ha, as if. they were the shoes you asked me out in. they were the shoes you broke up with me in. they were the shoes that i did everything with you in. i was wearing them when i realised how much i loved you.</p> <p>i just have to get this off my chest. when i started writing this, i thought, sure, i'll get this out there and i'll forget all about you. so why do i still check your facebook every day? im such a masochist. why does my heart skip a beat every time i see you? it actually does. you're worthless, but to me you are everything. what does that make me?</p> <p>while i'm writing to you, i am so sorry about last monday. i swear that it wasnt my idea. e says you think it was a joke, but i know how much those things hurt you, and man, i would never want to hurt you, even despite how much you've hurt me. its just stuff l and j say, to make me feel better. i love you, and i would never say anything like that. please please forgive me.</p> <p>theres so many things i wish i had done while we were still together.<br> i wish i HAD grabbed your hand during the movies, that last time, instead of debating whether or not to in my head.<br> i wish i HAD grabbed your hands when we went iceskating, and not snapped at you.<br> and i wish, when you said that it would probably be the last time we'd see eachother before you got back...<br> i wish i'd done what i wanted to do, even in front of b, and l, and l and e, and everyone else who was there.<br> i wish i had grabbed you and kissed you and told you how much you meant to me.</p> <p>because the day after that, we werent going out.<br> and i miss you so much.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/17/to-you-5233685/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>schoollifebusaustraliatravelhimlovewillhttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/12/17/to-you-5233685/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/08/27/life-4642208/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-08-27:/2008/08/27/life-4642208/Wed, 27 Aug 2008 06:19:10 +0200 <p>ok so i'm in latin and we have to translate this unseen translation without the text book.<br> i basically suck at latin so this is as far as i've got:</p> <p>rex Syracusanorum erat Dionysius. Syracusani eum regem fecerant quod contra Carthaginenses fortiter pugnaverat et eos tandem superaverat.multi Syracusani igitur eum felicem vocabant quod magnum regnum acceperat. sed Dionysius multas curas habebat, multas sollicitudines. non facile erat ei regnum suum obtinere; non facile erat regnum suum contra Carthaginienses defendere. Damocles tamen semper dicebat: “reges sunt felicissimi.” itaque Dionysius eum ad cenam invitavit. Damocles ad aulam laetus contendit. Dionysius locum optimum et vestem pupuream ei dedit.</p> <p>The king of Syracuse was Dionysius. ______ him king had made because ____ Carthaginians had fought bravely and them however had _____ .<br> Many Syracuseans _____ him lucky were ____ because great king had _____. But Dionysius had many ______ , many anxieties. Not easy was to him king his _____ ; it was not easy for the king his _____ Carthaginians ______.<br> Damocles, however, was always saying ‘Kings are very lucky.’ And so Dionysus invited him to dinner. Damocles hurried happily to the palace. Dionysus _____ best and _____ ________ ________ gave. But _____ _____, </p> <p>any help?<br> of course not.<br> as if anyone ever reads these blogs :L</p> <p>only have a few minutes left of school, but lots has happened in the past month or so. considering no one reads this, i think i'll talk about it later. maybe when i get home.</p> <p>byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/08/27/life-4642208/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/08/27/life-4642208/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/17/lets-dance-to-joy-division-4325285/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-06-17:/2008/06/17/lets-dance-to-joy-division-4325285/Tue, 17 Jun 2008 03:05:02 +0200 <p>well today's the seventeenth, and as per below, im supposed to be passionate today. and i rather think i'm not.<br> its third period now (ext english) which means i should be doing work but i'm not. first period i had maths, and my obligatory chocolate, then i had history.<br> we spoke about the value of films in history, and whether they could be used for the study of the subject.<br> which i was entirely un-passionate about.<br> now im doing my english assignment- basically, something about power. we have to make up our own assignment and i have no idea. i think i'll be doing the exchange of power in the audrey hepburn film "my fair lady" though ive actually not watched the whole thing ... yet. it was my teacher's idea lol and seeing as shes going to be the one marking it...<br> <img src="http://img.timeinc.net/time/daily/2007/0701/hepburn_0119.jpg" alt="audrey hepburn" title="audrey hepburn in my fair lady"><br> and next, we have communion. the JOY.<br> and seeing as my blazer's been living in my bag for the past few weeks.. well two weeks anyway<br> it smells like off fruit- mandarin and rockmelon and honeydew melon. so that will be fun.<br> im buying my lunch today and i really couldnt be bothered- hopefuly there'll be pizza roundas still!<br> anyway i have to go, ive got ten or so minutes left and i still havent DONE anything.<br> xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/17/lets-dance-to-joy-division-4325285/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>audrey-hepburnpowerfriendsschoolfruitlifehttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/17/lets-dance-to-joy-division-4325285/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/14/seeing-to-the-future-4313942/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-06-14:/2008/06/14/seeing-to-the-future-4313942/Sat, 14 Jun 2008 10:18:03 +0200 <p>According to my horoscope in a magazine I read, yesterday, Friday the 13th, was supposed to be my most romantic day of the month. But I couldn’t see how that could be possible- I was nearly out of credit on my phone, I hadn’t washed my hair in two days so it was a bit greasy and I had a pimple growing on the side of my nose. And my bus was running late, which meant I hadn’t got the slightest chance of seeing W, the guy I like. And just as I’d thought, the day passed completely normally, I didn’t see W and I went to bed only having texted him once, using the last of my credit.<br> He’d said “hey, what you up to? lol xoxoxo” and I’d written back something along the lines of ‘lol nm just on the bus. What about you? Sorry if I don’t wb, im nearly out of credit” and he hadn’t written back, which was completely understandable.<br> So I went to bed thinking pff… horoscopes. As if. But when I woke up this morning, there were two messages from W, one saying “have a good night xoxoxo” and the second saying “I miss you already…” which is one of the sweetest things he’s ever said to me. So now I’m not sure what to think about horoscopes….<br> So I looked more closely at it. In the love section, its telling me that I should try new things… my friends section says im going to be sociable, but also maybe aggressive. And my family and school section says I should think about what I want to be when I’m older, and think carefully about my subject choices. Then im supposedly going to be passionate on the 17th and I should do things that need doing on the 21st.<br> Well my ‘love’ life’s been pretty good without me consciously trying new things… I mean sure, I’ve been texting him a lot more but that hardly counts. Then with my friends, at school I’ve been more sociable than usual, sure. But the only time I’ve been aggressive is toward my friend who met a guy she liked and promptly lost his number. She then realised he caught my bus and ever since has been nagging me to go and get his number for her. Even at 11.00 at night, when I’ve been asleep for an hour and a half. And even when she knows I don’t talk to him. Ever. Full stop. But we’re still FRIENDS. And my friend, who I spoke about in my first blog, is the only friend that’s been aggressive toward me. And I spoke to her today (we had a clinic thing) and she was perfectly fine. So the horoscope was a little off there too. I’m going to start thinking more about what I want to be when I grow up, only because I have no idea. And seeing as the other two dates are yet to come- well I’ll keep you posted.<br> But, to get to the endless point… I was wondering about horoscopes. Do they really see into your future, and tell you about whats to come? Or, do you read them and then, expecting them to come true, make them happen subconsciously? Like, if I thought that yesterday was supposed to be my most romantic day of the month, would I be expecting it to be romantic, and thus act in a way which made it more romantic? And as for the ones that just tell me to be more tolerant of my friends… that’s just life advice. That’s not telling me anything new.<br> I still don’t know what to think, but I know that I’ll keep reading my horoscope in the vain hope that one day it might tell me something vaguely accurate.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/14/seeing-to-the-future-4313942/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/14/seeing-to-the-future-4313942/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/13/black-friday-4309745/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-06-13:/2008/06/13/black-friday-4309745/Fri, 13 Jun 2008 09:27:03 +0200 <p>today was pretty ordinary for a friday the 13th. i had science first period, and seeing as i seem to have gotten a memory the size of a goldfish's in the past few hours, i cant remember much about it, except that it was entertaing :L we have to swap teachers at the end of this sememster, which kind of sucks, coz my teacher is awesome <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> but we had good fun.<br> then i had english, which is where i wrote my last blog. we're doing a persuasive writing unit, and for that we need to talk about if the could change the world to create a better future, what would we do. for some reason, while i was ext, my group decided on a universal government, which i dont really agree with, because that would just result in a complete loss of each country's identity. but obviously i couldnt change anything, so we got to research how dark and dismal the world is. i suppose i'll live.<br> for recess i had soup and coconut macaroons. both of which i love, so that was really good, even though the ground was a bit damp- it rained overnight again, and it was still a bit cloudy.<br> then i had latin, which was alright, and i had the greatest fun with my friend, C.<br> C: hey, whats the declension for this adjective?<br> me: verbs dont have declensions!<br> C: i was talking about nouns!<br> me: no! nouns have adjectives! verbs have conjugations! and then declensions are for.... for.... nouns!<br> C: whaaaaaaattt?<br> me: ohh. crap!<br> * we start laughing hysterically*<br> teacher: girls how can i help you? *we keep laughing* well how am i supposed to help you if youre just going to laugh??<br> it was very entertaining. our teacher is really awesome. you could probably call her eccentric, if you liked, but she really is the best.<br> after that i had history, and we spent the whole lesson watching some outdated movie about Henry VIII and his six wives. Henry's voice really got to me, actually. droned on forever. i love tudor history, and it really sucks because my teacher knows less than i do so i have to keep ignoring her when she tries to tell me that Henry VIII's brother was called Alfred. no, miss. he was called arthur.<br> then we had lunch.<br> then i had maths with another friend. let me say, maths is probably my worst subject (except for maybe religion, and thats a bludge) and we were working on revision. so i was going through all the questions, and my friend, K, kept asking me if her setting out was right. and then our awesome teacher would come over, and tell me to set it more out like K. but we had a good laugh at it, and i found out why i only got 56% (10 marks below average) on my alst test- i'd been tring to work out surds the worng way, as well as algebraic fractions. Then i had art, which was the best, and we spent the whole time 'experimenting' with watercolours, looking at the different effects and whatnot.<br> all in all a good day.<br> i caiught the late bus home and walked up the driveway, so i didnt see W<br> now im being called for dinner.<br> fish. joy.<br> xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/13/black-friday-4309745/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/13/black-friday-4309745/#commentshttp://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/13/really-makes-me-wonder-4308866/tag:ordinaryday.blog.co.uk,2008-06-13:/2008/06/13/really-makes-me-wonder-4308866/Fri, 13 Jun 2008 01:41:56 +0200 <p>In English today, my group and I came across this website.. it’s a world clock, and even though I don’t know how accurate it is… look at it <a href="http://www.poodwaddle.com/clocks2.htm">http://www.poodwaddle.com/clocks2.htm</a></p> <p>ttyl<br> xx </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/13/really-makes-me-wonder-4308866/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://ordinaryday.blog.co.uk/2008/06/13/really-makes-me-wonder-4308866/#comments