Bittersweet Symphony...

Hmm, not been in the best of moods today. A LOT is happening and I can't keep on top of it all. If the things weren't happening at the same time, I'd be feeling okay. Right now, university is not my favourite place to be and I'm still doubting whether I made the right decision but I really need to motivate myself and just get on with it (or 'MAN THE FUCK UP'). Either one of the two would be great...

Plus, my poor gender-confused, ball-less cat has been feeling a little under the weather and has been having vomiting fits all day, which made me cry because I don't know what to do for him (and I'm quite an emotional person, so don't judge me!)

So, I decided the best course of action would be to go for a nice, long walk in the sun (I was quite surprised when I woke up to this glorious weather!). I will describe my adventures in a 'heading then paragraph' approach because, yes, I am that good.

My old babysitters


It never really occurred to me that my both my old babysitters lived opposite one another. It got me thinking, is there babysitting wars on that street? I think yes! I also went past the house where my old playgroup was held and it doesn't exist anymore which upset me too. I also past the flat opposite which had a very creepy old man in it and now, looking back, there is a 75% possibility he was a paedophile.

My old primary school


The last time I saw my old primary school was when it was flattened and the ground was empty. Now, there are council houses on it, which made me really sad. It's quite funny how I can still remember the layout, even today, when I was standing there. Quite a few memories flooded back, like how I rolled down the hill in primary one and got a handful of grass in my mouth (which made me cry). When it used to rain a lot and a lake would develop at the bottom of the tarmac pitch. Inside the open area, where the 'House' was the most popular choice of activity as you could act and pretend to be in a different situation! My favourite was Katie Morag because even though I was only five, the pink high heels her posh granny wore fit me perfectly!

The Old Newsagents


I got quite a shock when I turned my back on the old school and stood there to find it just a shell. It's completely changed and I was actually more sad about this than the school. Even if it was run by grumpy Navid and his son was a convicted murderer...

My Old House and Dens


I walked up to Alder Crescent and passed the grate where I got the scar on my knee. I shook my fist at said grate and walked up to my old house, which really hasn't changed (I think that's a bad thing, although there is a trampoline in the garden but my swing was better!). I then walked down the big hill where I used to sit on my skateboard and go down it. And I passed the woods where I used to play in ALL THE TIME but now wouldn't go in there for fear of catching aids. I then went behind the garages where I once buried a dead bird, and past the house of the guy who owned two dogs who were honestly fucking terrifying. I walked past Allan's house and then walked down the path where I used to ride my bike. Past the bushes, where I used to pick leaves off and pretend it was money and then down to Lisa's old flat, with the gigantic hole that you could escape school from but I used to go back because I'm not a fearless bastard. I then went down the street and past the bush which I used to hide from a really horrible old woman who used to give me into trouble for the littlest things.

Then, I headed home! And I instantly felt better. Not only because exercise releases endorphines (Ooh, look at me going all biological) but also because I've seen how far I've come.

I also saw Mrs Aird, she still lives... She was awesome but!

Blog describing my feelings towards Devon McKenzie...

Disclaimer: I was not suggested to do this at all, not by Devon McKenzie, nope, not at all.

Hmm, where to start? She came on MSN tonight and within two minutes, I was laughing so that's got to be something, right? She's my lesbian lover but bondage is the only boundary that will never be crossed! I'm one of the few people that 'hardly' ever calls her 'Dave' and I'm quite proud of this fact.

Valentines Day was mildly enjoyable this year because of her! And she has big puffy curly hair which is very nice! I can tell her anything because if I don't, she'll rip my metaphorical balls off (quite terrifying actually). She's the best drunk ever! And the psychic said we'd be together forever!

I'm tired now... but I love you Devon!

"You know nothing of the crunch! "

"Honey, I'm home!"

Dearest readers, if I was to describe my state of mind right now, it would be on the lines of babblement (which isn't even a word). But, after a fortnight away, I am ready to come back and blog! 

One of the happy things that happened (yesterday) was the fact that I managed to pick up a Metro. Now, few people know about my absolute adoration for the Metro but for those who don't understand, I will explain! (Some other time...) So, to kickstart the blog again, I've decided to do a Metro - Round - Up of my favourite stories!

1. Tank Man

Shaun Mitchell is a man who has only one particular love in his life, namely tanks and other military vehicles. And just a few weeks ago, his girlfriend of twelve years left him. Do I feel sorry for him? No. Am I questioning why he is in the metro? Yes. He has a cool hat though.

2. Tracey Emin

I love art. There is some really pretty works of art out there. But sometimes, I just don't get art and Tracey Emin is a prime example of that. I f someone can tell me how a painting of two 'very happy' men is art, I would be most grateful.

3. Supergran

Basically, if she was my granny, I'd be happy! Plus, she's ginger!

4. Man with Knife in his Head

Stabbing headache, I think so. I'm so confused though... How could you not notice a 10cm long knife embedded in your skull for four years?

Ahh, that was fun!

Jill's tomorrow night, it shall be bittersweet! It will be a brilliant night but it feels like we've grown up and became adults now! Plus, it will probably be the last house party ever and it's unreal how much I love them (Not hinting at anyone by the way...)

Final Point -   My horoscope yesterday read:

"Your life has changed in so many ways and I hope you're proud of all you have achieved. If you're not then you should be."

Hmm, interesting ;) ...

The mysterious case of the failing blog and the plans to revive it...

I have typed so many starting sentences out in the last five minutes and all of them have been erased. There has been so much that has happened in the last few weeks that it would be rather impossible (or rather, time consuming) to list them all (even though Devon would delight in it). 

Currently, I am recovering from a horrible cold that was given to me by my sister (Thanks Katie...) and lamenting the fact that my two week holiday has come to an end and I go back to hell tomorrow (which is always fun).

I really need a new job...

Roses never fade...

I need to put down in words how much I adore the 80's, which is extremely difficult to do because some of the songs produced then render me speechless. Maybe it's the mix of roaring guitar solos, the introduction of the synth, the drum machine, the colour and the magic that made the 80's something truly wonderful, especially in music. There are many who would disagree with me but it was for me, the best decade of music and there are still songs yet to be discovered and that's the fun of it.

The new song I discovered today was 'Send her my Love' by Journey. Possibly the most romantic song I've ever heard. Move over Bon Jovi and Aerosmith, this song is pretty much as good as it gets for 80's pop rock.

I would also like to recount my previous statement about Steve Perry looking like a creep - he looks far better in this video and his vocals are epic, for want of a better word.

Okay, that's me done but I am soppy for the 80's and always will be!

#5

I was working in a school of some kind, sort of like a boarding school and I hated my boss, with a passion because we were arguing a hell of a lot.Then I saw a baby which I identified as a cousin of mine and I picked him/her up and I was carrying it around for ages. The baby was really heavy as well and I don't think I was holding it right. I eventually found a bedroom but you had to crawl into a lift and the weight of you made it go down which was difficult whilst holding a baby. Once in the bedroom, I put the baby in a cot.

I was then transported to an eighties takeaway and told the owner, Pierce Brosnan to make an excellent cake for me, which he did!

#4

I was at a gig at the university and I was with Fraser (random). I don't know who I was seeing but I knew that I had Millie in my backpack and that I had to get home. Laura and Devon joined for the journey home on the train. We had bought train tickets to go to Wales but then for some reason, we decided to spend another hundred buying plane tickets to Wales. Laura informed us she was ill but needed to go to her christmas temp job in London the next day. Then, for some reason, Devon couldn't go to Wales anymore so I was left with the dilemma of going by plane or train.

So I decided to go by train and went with Laura who was desperately trying to sort my tickets out but there were so many, I found myself giving up. I still had the plane tickets so I resolved to go on a plane and then get trains from there on in. Lots of trains, lots of planes and lots of tickets which added up to a very stressful dream!