Ninety Eight: Thankful.

I don't celebrate Thanksgiving, but even still, here is a list of little and not so little things I'm thankful for:


-sunshine
-tea
-nice shower gel
-Doctor Who
-libraries
-old books
-family
-Harry Potter
-the kindness of strangers
-new books
-friends
-pianos
-lovely skype conversations
-my bed
-being at uni
-music
-stupid dance moves
-cupcakes
-travelling
-my penguin


I'll probably think of more and add them later. Going to see Hannah (one of my housemates) perform in a concert tonight. Parents are coming down tomorrow, going out for the day, pub lunch, watching the Christmas Lights being switched on and also watching fireworks then staying with them in a B & B. Sunday I plan to bring out my keyboard, write some essays, rewatch some Doctor Who and eat lots of junk food. Good weekend :)


Muchos Love. 


B xxx :)

Ninety Seven: Reading Week.

-Had lunch with Mum. 
-Got my hair cut. 
-Got new glasses. 
-Had lunch with Nana. 
-Went to Kingston Uni. 
-Bought things I didn't need (a Christmas bauble and a cup and saucer. What, they were pretty!) when shopping in Kingston. 
-Ate some good Italian food here. 
-Played with my cousins cat (despite being allergic. You know I have a weakness for small fluffy things.)
-Ate a roast dinner with my cousins (which was lovely, because I haven't had a roast dinner at uni yet. Though now I think it should happen...)
-Went shopping in Romsey. 
-Went shopping in town. 


I can't really remember what else I did because this was in October and it's now November but I was just looking at the things I hadn't posted and this made me remember good things, so...anyway. 




B xxx :)

Ninety Six: Goobledy gook.

"Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope!"

Alice, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

I'll be honest with you, I am missing one of my best friends. However, there is very little that can be done about the situation, as apologising would be pointless, speech is not something I am capable of, my heart hurts so naturally my instincts tell me to hide out in the library and watch Doctor Who (all I have to say about that is: Steven Moffat, what are you doing to my emotions?). I don't want to reduce people to a list of things and memories, but yet this what I'm doing:

1. Jacqueline Wilson books.
2. Hobbycraft.
3. Prefect duty.
4. Mr Porter and 'make it work!'. 
5. Skipping Orchestra and going back to yours.
6. Watching ridiculous music videos. 
7. Flying saucers. 
8. Putting too many marshmallows in my mouth. 
9. Michael McIntyre. 
10. YouTube. 
11. Seeing Alex Day, Eddplant and Tom Milsom perform. 
12. Soul Survivor. 
13. Prefect 'duty'. 
14. Our duet.
15. 'Men are like party rings...'
16. White chocolate. 
17. GCSE Art and Queen. 
18. Harry Potter. 
19. David Tennant. 
20. Doctor Who. 
21. That necklace we bought when we were in about year 8. I have the one that says 'Best' on it. 
22. The Kooks. 
23. School trip to the Tate. 
24. Music practise room. 
25. The bench. 
26. Blue or red boxers, I can never remember which. 
27. Following on from the above: Usher. 
28. Boomshine. 
29. The pub. 
30. Paris. 
31. That time when we couldn't stop laughing and no one knew why.
32. Paperchase. 
33. The wall at college. 
34. Church. 




I know this doesn't prove anything, but this is what's inside my head right now, and I felt the need to get it out. That's all. 

Ninety Five: Thought. Possibly thoughts.

So I think a lot. And I've come to the conclusion that whether people leave by choice or not, with explanation or not, with saying goodbye first or not, it still sucks. It really sucks. I don't think I can put in to words how much it sucks, so you should just take it from me that it does and I'll leave it at that. But either way there's still a person missing from your life and you find yourself questioning the role that person played in your life. Because there are people -a surprising amount of people- who actually make a difference in your life, who make your life better, who make you better, and some times you don't realise it, because it's not this big, grand gesture, it's a little thing, or lots of little things. And then after they leave, and some times it's your fault, and then you have to start again, shape you life again around the gap that they leave.
Anyway, that's all I have to say. 
B xxx

Ninety Four:

"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one!'"

C.S. Lewis

So this really isn't write a entry every day in July, but more just write more entries than usual in July...but BALMFIJ (Blogging a Little More Frequently in July) doesn't really have a ring to it. 


One of the most important things I need to discuss is Harry Potter. It's been a week since I saw it and it's still not sunk in that there are no more films to look forward to. I don't feel able to put into words how I feel about the last film, but I actually cried. I say actually because I've never cried at a film before- I felt all mushy and welled up- but I started when McGonagall and everyone were putting the protective spells around Hogwarts and then by the end I just couldn't stop. If I was going to cry at any film, I'm glad it was that one. 


In other news, I had a job interview at the ferry- I find out if I got it by the end of today. The interview went well but I'm not sure if there'll be someone who's got more experience than me that'll get the job. 


I don't really feel like talking about anything else, and I'm hungry, so...


B xxx


Reading: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. 
Listening: Teenage Rebel by Chameleon Circuit. 
Watching: Torchwood. 
Drinking: Tea. 
Eating: Lunch. 
Smelling: Rain. 

Ninety Three: zzz.

"When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."

Franklin Roosevelt

One is reminded daily that life cannot stop, however much one wishes it too. One says to one's self that one's current situation cannot last forever, and therefore one should remain hopeful. But yet one does not, as one's situation sucks. And now one has started referring to  one's self as one, one is finding it rather hard to stop. 


I went to Hythe today, and ended up buying two dresses and a cardigan...yeah, I'm supposed to be saving money. I drove my Nana's car this afternoon, which was horrible as the gas pedal is really weird and it's all just odd and a bit like starting driving all over again but I didn't crash, or stall. 


I don't really have much to say today, sorry about that...


B xxx


Reading: The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chobosky. 
Listening: For Good from the Wicked soundtrack. 
Drinking: Whatever. 
Eating: Roast dinner. 
Smelling: Ant powder. 

Ninety Two

"For my part I know nothing of any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."

Vincent Van Gogh

I have 20 minutes until the battery on my laptop dies...unless I suddenly develop an idea for a ridiculously long blog post, I think I can manage this entry in time. 


So yesterday my parents got back about 8 and my brother got back about midnight, so our entire house has descended into chaos and the living room has disappeared under piles of clothes. 


Today involved going in to town in order for my dad to swap the jacket he bought the other day for something better, which basically involved me and my Mum sounding a bit like Gok Wan, pulling out jackets and saying things along the lines of  "No, I don't think that one will do, it won't go with those trousers" and "He's definitely a 42, maybe a 40. We need one with longer sleeves though" during which my Dad looked slightly annoyed but bemused at the same time. My mum and I shopped around the sales for a bit in John Lewis- I didn't find anything I could afford...I've been told I have expensive taste. We had time to kill so we ventured into Hollister, aka the darkest shop in the world. They had some really nice stuff in there, but none of it that I could afford (again). I feel a trip to Primark coming on...


B xxx 


Reading: The Rain Before It Falls by Jonathan Coe.
Listening: Rewind by Goldspot. 
Watching: Top Gear.
Drinking: Hot Chocolate. 
Eating: Lemon Cake. 
Smelling: Clean sheets.