Random.

"Due to recent budget cuts, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off."

"If I have to pay to see the dentist when I have unhealthy teeth, why should I trust a toothpaste that's been recommended by 4 out of 5 dentists?"

The fear, the constant worrying, GET ME OUT!

So I have noticed that my blissfully ignorant personality has changed DRAMATICALLY.

I remember the times life used to be so full of laughs and giggles, no worries, and the only thing to worry about was your exams at the end of the academic year or occasional bit of coursework here and there.

Now I worry all the time.

I lie there thinking all night.

I think about things I did that day and how stupid they were.

I worry that the man I'm laid next to is the right choice.

I worry in case he doesn't want me as much as I him.

I worry about the stupidly expensive tip I gave to the restaurant that day.

I worry about whether or not I make a good teacher; whether I really ought to just give up and make their teacher teach so they learn better.

I worry that I don't care enough at times.  That everything is done slap-dashedly.

I worry about the things I've said, the actions I've carried out.

I worry about the times gone by and the choices made.

I worry that I come across evil even though I never intend to.

I worry that I seem ungrateful, when every day I thank my lucky stars about what I've got.

I worry constantly.

Someone rescue me? Please?

Week in Pictures (13th March - 17th March)

Technology is scary!

Wired up to the hilt, earphones in connected to the iPod, hands connected to the smartphone, iPad sat on the side and computer on in the front.  Just put the TV on and it's no wonder we are going techno-crazy.

Sitting on the bus tonight, I looked to the left, in the bus parked next to mine there's a girl with her phone out - Twitter.  I look forward, a girl on her phone - Facebook.  I look to the side, man with his phone - texting.  I look down, mine - Facebook.

Guy in lecture - bejeweled.
Girl in workshop - texting.

Teachers on using projectors, videoes, old school TVs.

TECHNOLOGY!!

Drives me up the wall how dependent we are of it!
I miss getting all the stimulation I needed from a book.
Now? Bye bye concentration unless I have four or five types of distraction around me.

Bye bye intellect in all honesty...

You wake up, shake a leg, go to the loo, brush your teeth, drag a comb through your hair, slap make up on your face, shrug out of your pjs and into new clothes, grab some breakfast, run out of the door, travel, travel travel, walk, walk, walk, sit in mind numbing lessons, and again, and again, and you're walking and you're walking and you're travelling, and you're home again, shrug off the clothes and into lounging clothes, scrape your hair up, start working, working, working, typing, typing, grabbing food, working and typing, showering and sleeping.

Opening the doors again

The pub reopened for business.
The heavy wooden doors, swung back, and revealing the stench of chlorine and bleach and paint.
The splendid bar groaning with its new pumps, it's glistening bottles and it's umpteen polished glasses.
The carpet still thick and gaudy.
The tables and chairs still waiting.
The sport blaring and the music in the background.
The sound of dull chattering and gossiping.

The pub is back.
But it's missing it's character, and it's missing it's charm.
It's like walking into an ex's house without the ex.

So many memories, so many happy times, so many sad times.
It's like walking into an ex's house without the ex...

Give me a chance

Give me a chance and I will walk with you
Hand in hand through the falling snow
Down the old cobbled streets
Running with you in the pouring rain
Hugging you in the cold winter wind.

Give me a chance and I'll smile at you
In old buildings with tall ceilings
In dimly lit rooms with morbid white walls
In the sunshine, tickling our skin.

Give me a moment of your time and I'll give you a lifetime of mine.

Funny Stories

Visiting the boyfriends.  Walking up the stairs.  Him ahead of me.  He gets in the bedroom, he strips off and lies down on the bed in a pose akin to that of the David Beckham Calvin Klein's advert.
I take off my coat, sit on the bed.
His mam knocks on the door.  Enters.

*****

This morning, waking up at my best friends.
Boyfriend heads down the stairs, there's conversation and I overhear 'YOU'RE A BURGLAR!'
I get dressed come to the stairs to see a retired bald head carpenter, pint in hand and tool in the other looking at the carpet.  He turns and looks at me and goes 'ANOTHER BURGLAR'
"Errr...where's our friend?"
"Don't know, do you want a pint of Fosters?"
*Looks at watch - 10.30am*. "Erm...nope"....
*Spend the next 2 hours watching this man drink and smoke whilst cutting up wood...just waiting for someone to come home....*

Life can be great if you let it be.

Happy doesn't cover it.

End of placement, finally starting to like this infernal course, actually looking forward to my next placement, sat surrounded literally by files and by sunshine.

I'm content with my love life for once.
I massively underestimated the pros of going out with someone who lives just down the road.  It's perfect.  Those hidden moments you can snatch without worrying about abandoning work for a long time or having to go out of our way.

Without sounding OTT I'm just really happy and hope this never ends.  Roll on the Summer :)

Spending the night in a hotel in the City, overlooking the lights.

Jimeoin :)