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.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
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...
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...
Sunday, March 10, 2013
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.
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.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
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....*
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 :)
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 :)
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| Spending the night in a hotel in the City, overlooking the lights. |
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| Jimeoin :) |
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
And relax.
Today feels like the end of my placement. It's not, it's not by a long shot but it's getting there. No more constant emails or texts through my own private time. No more working til midnight (meh it'll happen still but never mind). No more sleepless nights thinking about lessons.
It's done.
It's over.
Well not really but almost.
I still have two days and two lessons to do. But the worst is over. The report is done and now I'm just tying up all the loose ends up. Life may resume again.
But whilst I'm looking up Buddhism stuff for tomorrow. Check out this meditation video :) Relaxes me :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJjafJouvt4
It's done.
It's over.
Well not really but almost.
I still have two days and two lessons to do. But the worst is over. The report is done and now I'm just tying up all the loose ends up. Life may resume again.
But whilst I'm looking up Buddhism stuff for tomorrow. Check out this meditation video :) Relaxes me :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJjafJouvt4
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Parents.
I'm 22. I'm slaving at a full time post-graduate certificate of Education. And I hate my life.
My parents have always been omnipresent in my life. Now think of that as a God-like quality. They are always there, they are always influencing me, they are always pressurising me. But they are never actually there.
My parents have always been omnipresent in my life. Now think of that as a God-like quality. They are always there, they are always influencing me, they are always pressurising me. But they are never actually there.
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