Don't worry, i'm not deleting my blog. i just loved that title and wanted to use it. oh Barry Scott. Bet you didn't think you'd start a revolution when you first shouted your name at that camera in the brightly lit set, holding that darn Cillit bang. I mean, who would right? Aside from me. But creating revolutions is second nature to me. Just wait until in 50 years time, when the next monarch uses a miaow to express themselves. Just you WAIT.
I've been writing loads of prose and poetry recently, which is totally legit considering how i've been high and dry the last few weeks. Starbucks is like a godsend; on the advice of the utterly awesome Patricia Debney- Creative Writing guru and all round wonder woman- i took my pen and paper to one of the starbucks in town (i won't say which one- paparazzi, you know? ;D), slightly sceptical but praying for a miracle. and a miracle was delivered, in the form of a good looking coffee man who gave me whipped cream and syrup for free, cos i'm purdy. One hour and some subtle flirting over my iced caramel machiatto later, i had 500 words and a bit of a buzz on. since then my writing's been going pretty awesome sauce, which i can only be thankful for, seeing as it's now 2 weeks before the end of term. YIKES.
i would go to bed, i have a lecture at 11 tomorrow, but laura's brought some friends back for lolz. i totes don't mind, it's nice having noise in the house tbh! but i thought i'd take the time to blog rather than just watch another episode of SATC :)
...
having said which...
xXx
Tuesday 30 March 2010
Random poem written
The coffee cups lay dormant.
The milky skin-
That suggests we’ve waited a little too long to take a sip-
Says far more about our relationship than
our words ever could,
and it breaks as my knee jogs the table.
The colour resumes as normal.
We both go to talk at the same time, same thing, same tone.
We are the same
In that our hesitance to admit this is wrong, to us,
makes it right.
“I don’t regret it”
he mumbles unconvincingly.
I bow my head to hide my eyes
(they cannot lie);
“Nor I.”
xXx
The milky skin-
That suggests we’ve waited a little too long to take a sip-
Says far more about our relationship than
our words ever could,
and it breaks as my knee jogs the table.
The colour resumes as normal.
We both go to talk at the same time, same thing, same tone.
We are the same
In that our hesitance to admit this is wrong, to us,
makes it right.
“I don’t regret it”
he mumbles unconvincingly.
I bow my head to hide my eyes
(they cannot lie);
“Nor I.”
xXx
Tuesday 23 March 2010
Bye bye alcoholss
You know how it's common for people, whilst they're horrifically hungover and regretting everything they did the night before, nursing drunken injuries and trying not to vom at the mere sight of food, to make grand statements that they're never going to drink again EVER that was the last time oh god why did i drink in the first place NEVER again, NEVER NEVER NEVER-
you get the idea.
Well. I am not hungover, and I certainly don't regret any of the things i did last night (me and emma went to open mic night on orange street, and i was in bed by 12 :)); i have no drunken injuries and I've just scoffed some caramel chocolate goodness. So here goes;
I, AMY VICTORIA GEORGE, AM NOT GOING TO DRINK COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL ANYMORE.
I'm not going completely tee-total- I'm just not going to drink for the rest of this term, and i'm not going to get drunk anymore.
SO
basically this means the days of being wasted, falling over, ruining tights that cost me £6, wasting MORE money on alcoholic beverages and living off of sandwiches just so i can afford to go out on a friday are OVER. no more hangovers, no more walks of shame, no more uttering the sentence "Oh GOD!! did i really do that???", no more apologising for saying something utterly ridiculous to someone i love because i'm not in control of what comes out of my mouth, no more bad decision making, no more memories forgotten-
and the return of the ability to recall everything that happened over the night out.
I've had a really rough time lately dealing with tons of stuff that just keeps building up. Now, i'm not especially lucky- ask any of my friends and they'll agree, maybe even making a list of the bad luck scenarios that have plagued me- but i've always been able to deal with this stuff quite well. Well, recently i haven't been, and it's been really, REALLY awful. I've felt low, and struggled to keep up with work, basically digging myself a little hole and then usually filling it to the brim with alcohol to forget all of the things that have been WAAH recently. BTW, i know this isn't in keeping with my blogs usually high-spirited malarke, but It's what's been going on in my life, and i want to put it out there. If it wasn't for the help of my INCREDIBLE friends and family (Alex, Connie, Emma and Pandy; you have literally been life savers) then things could've gotten really bad. But they haven't. and i realised that i owe it to myself and to my friends to sort myself out.
And so i have made a list of things i feel i should be doing to get back to my usual self- to help find myself again. They include a lot of boring and trivial things, like pick up my guitar again, start singing more, put myself out more into the world, meet new people etc. Then there are some really exciting ones, like buying a passport and travelling a little over the summer (only to europe- but that's still further than i would've been before in my life!!) and then there's the extreme ones; like the giving up alcohols.
Doesn't seem so extreme, really.but living as a student the expectation to drink is STAGGERING. i have no idea what it is- when i'm at home i don't drink! my sister doesn't, my dad doesn't, none of us get drunk and before i came to uni i used to go out and stuff but it'd be once in a blue moon we'd get drunk. and then you get to uni and it's all DRINK DRINK DRINK, and i'm not saying i didn't want to, but i just don't understand it!i have plenty of fun while i'm at home, sober, so why do i feel the need to spend money to become incoherent to have fun??well, not anymore!!
I know some people will read this and be like "Yo- George- I couldn't give less of a toss if i tried bout you not drinking, why you telling me?" Well, randomly rude friend, because the more people who know about it the more people there will be to shame me if i fail. I don't want to be shamed, so i'm less likely to fail!
It's gonna be SUPER hard. everyone's going out this friday for drunken lolz at massive mungos, and i'll want to drink. but i wont. I WONT!!!
Ok. WISH ME LUCK!!!
xXx
you get the idea.
Well. I am not hungover, and I certainly don't regret any of the things i did last night (me and emma went to open mic night on orange street, and i was in bed by 12 :)); i have no drunken injuries and I've just scoffed some caramel chocolate goodness. So here goes;
I, AMY VICTORIA GEORGE, AM NOT GOING TO DRINK COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL ANYMORE.
I'm not going completely tee-total- I'm just not going to drink for the rest of this term, and i'm not going to get drunk anymore.
SO
basically this means the days of being wasted, falling over, ruining tights that cost me £6, wasting MORE money on alcoholic beverages and living off of sandwiches just so i can afford to go out on a friday are OVER. no more hangovers, no more walks of shame, no more uttering the sentence "Oh GOD!! did i really do that???", no more apologising for saying something utterly ridiculous to someone i love because i'm not in control of what comes out of my mouth, no more bad decision making, no more memories forgotten-
and the return of the ability to recall everything that happened over the night out.
I've had a really rough time lately dealing with tons of stuff that just keeps building up. Now, i'm not especially lucky- ask any of my friends and they'll agree, maybe even making a list of the bad luck scenarios that have plagued me- but i've always been able to deal with this stuff quite well. Well, recently i haven't been, and it's been really, REALLY awful. I've felt low, and struggled to keep up with work, basically digging myself a little hole and then usually filling it to the brim with alcohol to forget all of the things that have been WAAH recently. BTW, i know this isn't in keeping with my blogs usually high-spirited malarke, but It's what's been going on in my life, and i want to put it out there. If it wasn't for the help of my INCREDIBLE friends and family (Alex, Connie, Emma and Pandy; you have literally been life savers) then things could've gotten really bad. But they haven't. and i realised that i owe it to myself and to my friends to sort myself out.
And so i have made a list of things i feel i should be doing to get back to my usual self- to help find myself again. They include a lot of boring and trivial things, like pick up my guitar again, start singing more, put myself out more into the world, meet new people etc. Then there are some really exciting ones, like buying a passport and travelling a little over the summer (only to europe- but that's still further than i would've been before in my life!!) and then there's the extreme ones; like the giving up alcohols.
Doesn't seem so extreme, really.but living as a student the expectation to drink is STAGGERING. i have no idea what it is- when i'm at home i don't drink! my sister doesn't, my dad doesn't, none of us get drunk and before i came to uni i used to go out and stuff but it'd be once in a blue moon we'd get drunk. and then you get to uni and it's all DRINK DRINK DRINK, and i'm not saying i didn't want to, but i just don't understand it!i have plenty of fun while i'm at home, sober, so why do i feel the need to spend money to become incoherent to have fun??well, not anymore!!
I know some people will read this and be like "Yo- George- I couldn't give less of a toss if i tried bout you not drinking, why you telling me?" Well, randomly rude friend, because the more people who know about it the more people there will be to shame me if i fail. I don't want to be shamed, so i'm less likely to fail!
It's gonna be SUPER hard. everyone's going out this friday for drunken lolz at massive mungos, and i'll want to drink. but i wont. I WONT!!!
Ok. WISH ME LUCK!!!
xXx
Thursday 18 March 2010
OH HAI
Oh daym. It's as if i forgot i even had a blog. I was doing ever so well too...
AH WELL.
Updates?...Yeah Ok;
BOB is on his last legs- Bob being my laptop and not a man who has loads of spare legs but has lost all but his last pair. There are parts of him falling off and he flickers so much when i write on him it's like going to a cheap club wherein their idea of lighting is strictly strobe- s'not fun. Makes me eyes CANE too, for the lolz
Having said which he's not flickering now, but i suspect that's because he knows i'm talking about him. Btw if this is your first time reading then OH HAI- my name's Amy, and i imagine inanimate objects to be alive! makes life all the more interesting, without causing unnecessary drama. Unless me and Bob have a domestic- then there's LOTS of drama
Ok, this blog is really shitty so far. you can probably tell my hearts not in it right now!I've got SO much work to do it's quite literally insane. it's my own fault for leaving it so late, but god knows i cannot function without 'THE FEAR'. i keep finding myself stuck in these really random and kinda lengthy phases of 'i don't really care anymore'. I just kinda stop trying once something becomes even slightly hard, or if something seems like it's gonna take effort i don't even bother trying at all. It's SO weird, but i cannae seem to pull myself out of it. silly girl.
I've been meeting loads of new people recently, most of them lovely, few of them not. It's really good though, cos i've been meaning to branch out my socialisingness (YES IT'S A WORD maybenotreallythough). Graham has made Rutherford Bar on mondays the social event of the season- at 30p cups of tea how could it not be?! so yeah- I HAVE SOME NEW FWENDS :)
having said which my love for chatroulette makes me possibly the least social person in the world!! Basically Chatroulette is the most ridiculous concept ever; you have to have a webcam to do it, and if you've got a mic that helps. what happens is you're presented with a stranger, randomly, who can be anyone, anything and anywhere. you then have the option of either staying with them and chatting for as long as you want OR you can press the 'next' button and be partnered with someone else. It's mental. I've only been on it about 4 times; the 1st time i was by myself and saw 3 dicks in about 5 minutes. Next was with Alex and Ted who swiftly went about attracting american girls with their '(OMG! such a) Cute british accents' . i don't understand american girls. the english accent isn't cute, it's either one of 4 things; Melancholy and monotone; posh and twatty; you sound like your about to knife someone; you sound like a farmer. but yeah. the girls kept asking them if they would make them a cup of tea- Lazy bitches, make it yourselves. The third time was on a drunken night with Hannah, Ted, Alex, Emma and Hannah's friend Lily. We lured in and revealed perverts. it was LOLZ.
The fourth time was last night- Connie stayed over after a night of cheesy pasta, eating pom bears, drinking cider and watching Sex and the City. We also watched I love you, Man. SLAAPPAA DAA BAAIISE :D anyhoo Connie admitted she'd never been on there, so pajama clad we set about our chatroulette adventure. In a chatroulette first we never saw any penises (Con was gutted :P) HOWEVER we did get asked to get our (*)(*) out, as the guy so eloquently put it, which made me and Con laugh A LOT, we also saw people having sex (:O we both came over terribly British and prudish) and then we met a lovely american man from LA, who we both fell for rather hard. He was so sweet!!! if only we'd asked for his email...sigh
So yeah- chatroulette. In theory the most foolhardy, ridiculously dangerous and pervert-tastic place on the web. IN practice...well, it's still all those things, but it's also mega jokes :D DO IT
i'm gonna head off now- surprising, really, how much you can write and really say nothing at all. I'm gonna go wake up Con :)
BYES
xxx
AH WELL.
Updates?...Yeah Ok;
BOB is on his last legs- Bob being my laptop and not a man who has loads of spare legs but has lost all but his last pair. There are parts of him falling off and he flickers so much when i write on him it's like going to a cheap club wherein their idea of lighting is strictly strobe- s'not fun. Makes me eyes CANE too, for the lolz
Having said which he's not flickering now, but i suspect that's because he knows i'm talking about him. Btw if this is your first time reading then OH HAI- my name's Amy, and i imagine inanimate objects to be alive! makes life all the more interesting, without causing unnecessary drama. Unless me and Bob have a domestic- then there's LOTS of drama
Ok, this blog is really shitty so far. you can probably tell my hearts not in it right now!I've got SO much work to do it's quite literally insane. it's my own fault for leaving it so late, but god knows i cannot function without 'THE FEAR'. i keep finding myself stuck in these really random and kinda lengthy phases of 'i don't really care anymore'. I just kinda stop trying once something becomes even slightly hard, or if something seems like it's gonna take effort i don't even bother trying at all. It's SO weird, but i cannae seem to pull myself out of it. silly girl.
I've been meeting loads of new people recently, most of them lovely, few of them not. It's really good though, cos i've been meaning to branch out my socialisingness (YES IT'S A WORD maybenotreallythough). Graham has made Rutherford Bar on mondays the social event of the season- at 30p cups of tea how could it not be?! so yeah- I HAVE SOME NEW FWENDS :)
having said which my love for chatroulette makes me possibly the least social person in the world!! Basically Chatroulette is the most ridiculous concept ever; you have to have a webcam to do it, and if you've got a mic that helps. what happens is you're presented with a stranger, randomly, who can be anyone, anything and anywhere. you then have the option of either staying with them and chatting for as long as you want OR you can press the 'next' button and be partnered with someone else. It's mental. I've only been on it about 4 times; the 1st time i was by myself and saw 3 dicks in about 5 minutes. Next was with Alex and Ted who swiftly went about attracting american girls with their '(OMG! such a) Cute british accents' . i don't understand american girls. the english accent isn't cute, it's either one of 4 things; Melancholy and monotone; posh and twatty; you sound like your about to knife someone; you sound like a farmer. but yeah. the girls kept asking them if they would make them a cup of tea- Lazy bitches, make it yourselves. The third time was on a drunken night with Hannah, Ted, Alex, Emma and Hannah's friend Lily. We lured in and revealed perverts. it was LOLZ.
The fourth time was last night- Connie stayed over after a night of cheesy pasta, eating pom bears, drinking cider and watching Sex and the City. We also watched I love you, Man. SLAAPPAA DAA BAAIISE :D anyhoo Connie admitted she'd never been on there, so pajama clad we set about our chatroulette adventure. In a chatroulette first we never saw any penises (Con was gutted :P) HOWEVER we did get asked to get our (*)(*) out, as the guy so eloquently put it, which made me and Con laugh A LOT, we also saw people having sex (:O we both came over terribly British and prudish) and then we met a lovely american man from LA, who we both fell for rather hard. He was so sweet!!! if only we'd asked for his email...sigh
So yeah- chatroulette. In theory the most foolhardy, ridiculously dangerous and pervert-tastic place on the web. IN practice...well, it's still all those things, but it's also mega jokes :D DO IT
i'm gonna head off now- surprising, really, how much you can write and really say nothing at all. I'm gonna go wake up Con :)
BYES
xxx
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