Wednesday 29th. Basildon.

Waking up unbelievably shattered from a night of constant interruptions I can't honestly say I was in the best of moods.  In fact my mood pretty much sucked big time. But it was quite nice waking up to a dog to snuggle up to (and I don't mean my boyfriend).
Took the lovely ickle dog for a walk in a nearby field only to realise she just didn't seem to like being dominated by me. It appears even dogs can give me the run around...

London to Esssx. Tuesday 28th August 2012

Yesterday, after quite a long 3hours after my lovely Julian Clary fellow passenger ran off to a better seat facing the right way of travel, I had the luxury of spending half an hour by myself delving into The Psychopath Test with Lana Del Rey blasting in my earholes.  Unfortunately my rather odd taste in book and depressing music didn't deter people from sitting with me as it usually does on my local bus.  And soon I was joined by a business woman complete with laptop (which only seemed capable of displaying complex spreadsheets) whilst eating sushi...

Trying out the mobile version

So I'm currently sat on a train to London and thought perhaps I could blog on the move.  So here goes and expect plenty of spelling mistakes...
Sitting on the platform I was encompassed by first nausea (drank the night before) and then fear and anxiety.  I was about to embark on the first long distance train I've been on (though the last time felt by myself anyway with the boyfriend sleeping through it...). Immediately I worried about whether I was getting the right train or not. Whether my suitcase was gonna be able to accompany me and whether I can find my seat available. 
As luck would have it though I stumbled across a middle aged man with the voice of Julian Clary and we hit it off. He even offered to buy me a drink! So I'm now on the train and comfortable. Though I tried to fit my 60cm suitcase into my seat area (and failed) and had to resort to wheeling it back through the impatient passengers and dump it perilously on a pile of other suitcases on one of the seats...I'm now living in hope that they're not going to carelessly toss it off the train for being an obstruction...

Having trouble coming to terms with life...

...everyone should have a hero.  And they do.  Most people's heros are those who have done life changing things, won nobel prizes, got over a life struggle by climbing a mountain, raised lots for charity, managed to find the cure for cancer, walked on the moon and the like.  They've made something of their lives.

However, for me, I struggle finding a hero like that.  I can't think of anyone I can wax lyrical that I admire in that way.  For instance, my hero isn't someone like Florence Nightingale, it's the bloke in the street.  It's the bloke in the street that has been raised in hell, has had a horrific accident, but yet still walks down the street smiling and calling out hi.  It's the man who doesn't become tied down to one thing, he listens to what he wants and he does it.  Whether it be changing job, moving house, going on a spontaneous trip down the country, throwing all their money to the lottery even.

Today I,

...realised where exactly my inappropriate gene came from.

Father: *rifles through suitcase and laughs* It's big enough to fit a dead body in!
Mother: *face falls, expression sours* Not now... *walks away*

At least there can be laughter in sad times.

'To Gran, I know you'll be dancing in the stars with Grandad'

101st post. Missed that Celebration...!

Due to my misery of the last couple of weeks I'd absent mindedly surpassed the fact that I'd posted my 100th post and not really noticed it!

But I thought the 100th post should not go unmissed, and instead should be used to explore how time has passed over the last year since I started using blogger with immense gusto having brushed off the dust from my sixth form years.

It was the best of times; It was the worst of times.

This Summer could only be described as a roller coaster.

I laughed a lot.
I lost a lot.
I thought a lot.
I had emotional upheaval.
I thought of who I was and I hated who I was.
And I became more risky.
I thought of who I was and I loved who I was.
And I just got riskier.
I loved life.
And I hated life.

And all this in just a week.

A chance to attend an Olympic Game

The reason why I've been so quiet on here of late, is largely due to my complete infatuation with the Olympics.  In fact right now I'm writing this whilst taking quick glances over the top of the screen at the women's 1500m.  Exciting stuff.

I have been completely bowled over by the sheer talent on exhibition on these games.  Each and every attempt and effort these competitors are making is enough to 'Inspire the future generations' as they are so fittingly advertising.  So imagine my excitement when I managed to get to go to one of the games.  The men's football, Brazil v New Zealand, very close to my home town.

When 1st August 2012 dawned I was ready and raring to go to the game.  But was quite amazed when I turned up with my friend and found that there were about 100 security guards to 2.  I know this because there were only two of us there.  Okay we turned up uber early.  And we did want to avoid the queues.  But we didn't expect to be the first people there and into the stadium!

Out with the Old in with the New

Just thought a new update to my profile was needed.

Out with the old childish look, and in with the more mature and grown up look :)

The Curse of the Memory

Waking up today I felt a renewed passion to sort my life out.  Starting with stuff that I still possess from university.

So straight away I extracted my old 'school' bag.  Having grown mouldy in my college room, I'd brought it home and dumped it, abandoning it, not wanting to go through the memories with the whole thing so fresh.  But now I saw fit to literally blow and hoover off the cobwebs, scrape off the surface mould, and delve into it's contents, making it respectable enough to throw into the trash.

The Olympic Dream

All athletes have an innate drive to win.  To be the best.  To be stood on that podium with a medal around their necks.  To make their country proud.

The entire nation also has this innate drive to be the best.  They support those who win and they boo those who lose.  They put all their eggs in someone else's basket.  We feel their thrill but sometime we feel our own frustrations when they don't win.  We feel that they somehow failed us.

Well I have news for you.  Eliminate that attitude right now.