I hate seagulls

I hate seagulls and I hate being sick.

I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits.

I hate falling over, I hate grazing my knee.

I hate picking off the scab a little bit too early.

I hate getting toothache, I hate when it's a piss take.

I hate all the mistakes I make.

I hate rude, ignorant bastards and I hate snobbery.

I hate anyone who if I was serving chips wouldn't talk to me.

But...

I...have...a friend...with whom I like to spend...any time I can find...with.

I like sleeping in your bed.

I like knowing what is going on inside your head.

I like taking time and I like your mind.

I like when your hand is in mine.

I like getting drunk on the dunes by the beach.

I like picking strawberries.

I like cream teas and I like reading ghost stories.

And my heart skips a beat every time that we meet it's been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory but then you're back and I am fine 'coz you're with me and I'm in love, with you.

And I can't find the words to make it sound unique but honestly you make me strong, I can't believe I've found someone this kind I hope it carries on 'coz you're so nice and I'm in love, with you.

I dunny kin.

I know there's a blue horizon somewhere up ahead just waiting for me.

Even if getting there means leaving you behind.

Sometimes life's so bittersweet.

I guess it's gonna have to hurt,

I guess I'm gonna have to cry, and let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side.

I guess it's gonna break my heart,

Like falling when you're tryna fly.

It's sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye.

:))))

I have a few things to get off of my chest.

Firstly the disgusting disease that is causing my chest to feel tight and is making me cough a lot. Though today it is easing a bit.

Secondly slow walkers are so annoying. You could at least move out of my way.

Thirdly people make me sad. People who break trust make me sad. People who lie make me sad. People who don't embrace life make me sad. People who think I'm a fool who doesn't know what they are doing make me sad. Not sad in the way that I feel sad in myself. Sad in the sense that I feel bad for them. Although I might think this world would be nicer, happier and more cheery without such folk, I actually quite like them for helping to make this world as diverse and strange as it is. So people who make me sad, I love you. :)

Fourthly I hate this whole 'nomnomnom' stage that people are going through. A good friend of mine started doing it a few months ago and now EVERYBODY does it. It is so irritating and is in no way endearing and I just wish people would keep their 'nom's to themselves. It is really annoying.

Lastly I would like very much for someone to decide whether I should do a 12-15,000 word dissertation in my final year, or if I should just stick to doing all modules with normal coursework/exam layouts. Help?

I almost got murdered today. It wasn't fun. Wind clearly has some kind of vendetta against me today.

Peace x

D.W.B

This time it'll be different. Yeah, this time, it'll be different.

Your lips are darker than before and the bags under your eyes are blacker than they were and there's something different about your skin and nobody knows how you got home last night.

Your bones are making me feel weary and when you speak I can't hear a word that you say and nobody knows how you got home last night.

If there were 3 old dances we could dance maybe, 3 old songs that we could sing maybe; everything could be alright but, I keep tripping up the steps and there are just some words I forget and the tunes are fuzzy in my mind and nobody knows how you got home last night.

And my brain hurts. My shoulders ache. I'm not sure if my heart can take.

My brain hurts, my shoulders ache and I, I have never felt this kind of pain.

My brain hurts and my shoulders ache and I think my heart is about to break.

And, nobody knows how you got home last night.

Still, no-one knows how you got home last night.

Just a little something.

D.W.B

Temporary Home.

Mmmhmmm. This is our temporary home.

I haven't written one of these for a while so I'm taking this late Saturday night opportunity to do so.

My life is fine. The same ole same ole. Uni. Home. Nothing is different. It's good, it's fine, it's the same.

I have given up Facebook and whilst this is probably a temporary move, I have not missed it the majority of the time I've gone without it. I will probably start using it again in a couple of months, but on a far less frequent basis than ever before, and only to arrange to meet friends, for example.

This move has made my irritation with people online greater than ever before. This obviously mainly stems from twitter where it is easy access to strangers. I don't follow as many people I don't know (bar famous people) as I used to. Maybe 3? People on that site scare me. I tweet a lot, but this is mainly at night when I'm indoors after a day of doing things and being active. If I tweet during the day, it's usually from my phone when I'm out living life, even if it is just in lectures. There are, however people who tweet constantly, all day, every day. It scares me. I don't understand it. Why don't people go for walks and enjoy the weather, even if it's raining? Why don't people embrace such things that will be taken from us sooner, rather than later? It's beyond me. Even just walking around campus is something I enjoy. The different people, with different backgrounds. The trees, the wildlife.

It scares me that they seem to get so attached to people, strangers that they meet on such sites. People I have met on twitter are mostly very nice, but I have real-life friends & those are the people that matter the most to me and I just can't quite comprehend a life where I make all of my friends on a website. They more often than not live far away and I find it hard to believe you can ever truly know somebody you meet from behind a screen? They aren't friends. They are nice strangers who put up a photo with a cheesy smile which they probably remove from their faces as soon as the flash from their camera taking such a photo has gone. It's bewildering. Alas, each to their own. I just pray for these people and hope they realise that real life is a beautiful thing that you need to experience first hand. I'm even talking about interactions with people face to face. I think Uni has taught me that meeting new people in person is an incredible thing.

I say this every year so I will be brief this time. Valentines day is a pointless way for large corporations to take their greed and abuse a seemingly naive public. It is a way for manufacturors (sp?) to make money in between Christmas and Easter and disgusts me. If anybody needs a specified holiday to show and tell somebody that they 'love' them instead of doing it all year round then I can't help but feel that maybe such feelings of 'love' have been misunderstood by said people. Either that or they're a dumbass. This is the jist. I'm sure you get it. (I wonder how many people will suggest I'm bitter about being single? Probably one of the people celebrating valentines day...)

I needed to get these things off my mind and typing them out so I can read them helps. Sorry this has been a boring/moany one.

D.W.B