Sort of fitting in with todays theme of lovey dovey romance, I saw hot bed man today. I hadn't seen or thought about him for a long time, but its safe to say that he is still hot, and I still have a little crush on him.
Also it feels wrong referring to an older man as "hot". Sometimes I don't like the word hot to describe people at all, so from now on I will refer to him as beautiful bed man.
Monday, 1 August 2011
Sunday, 24 July 2011
Long time no posty
Apologies, to anyone interested that is, that I've blogged bugger all for quite a long time.
I don't have much to report on, though that's never really stopped me rambling on here before.
I just watched the lovely bones, and I totally bawled my eyes out at the end. There used to be a time, many a year ago, when I could watch films that were of the "weepy" variety, and be able to regain a natural steely composure. No desire to cry at all. That all changed the first time I watched the green mile at around 13 and I've never been able to keep a dry eye at anything remotely sad since. I had always put this down to the green mile being so heartbreaking and thus opening the floodgates forever. It just occurred to me right now though, that it was probably just a natural thing, teenage hormones and all that, and it was probably written in the stars that I would be a crier. I accept that I will always cry at sad films.
Didn't expect to cry so much about the bones though, when it started getting to the sad part at the end, I thought "alright, it'll probably be around the 3 mark on the crying scale". In hindsight, (can you still have hindsight even though it was only about 20 minutes ago?) though, it ended up being around an 8.
I'm undecided about how good I thought it was though, it was quite good just apart from a couple of things like how the father suddenly just realized it was the neighbour just by seeing him in a photo and looking at his dead rosebush. Maybe the book will be better though, I bought it ages ago and haven't got around to starting it yet and it was the whole reason I wanted to watch the film.
Anyways, I didn't mean to write this much about what a massive crybaby I am, so I'll leave this here.
Before I go, I would like to share this photo of graffiti that someone scrawled on the back gate of my grandads house. Its already amongst my favourite.
I don't have much to report on, though that's never really stopped me rambling on here before.
I just watched the lovely bones, and I totally bawled my eyes out at the end. There used to be a time, many a year ago, when I could watch films that were of the "weepy" variety, and be able to regain a natural steely composure. No desire to cry at all. That all changed the first time I watched the green mile at around 13 and I've never been able to keep a dry eye at anything remotely sad since. I had always put this down to the green mile being so heartbreaking and thus opening the floodgates forever. It just occurred to me right now though, that it was probably just a natural thing, teenage hormones and all that, and it was probably written in the stars that I would be a crier. I accept that I will always cry at sad films.
Didn't expect to cry so much about the bones though, when it started getting to the sad part at the end, I thought "alright, it'll probably be around the 3 mark on the crying scale". In hindsight, (can you still have hindsight even though it was only about 20 minutes ago?) though, it ended up being around an 8.
I'm undecided about how good I thought it was though, it was quite good just apart from a couple of things like how the father suddenly just realized it was the neighbour just by seeing him in a photo and looking at his dead rosebush. Maybe the book will be better though, I bought it ages ago and haven't got around to starting it yet and it was the whole reason I wanted to watch the film.
Anyways, I didn't mean to write this much about what a massive crybaby I am, so I'll leave this here.
Before I go, I would like to share this photo of graffiti that someone scrawled on the back gate of my grandads house. Its already amongst my favourite.
Saturday, 9 July 2011
What a cracker
Fun thunderstorm times have been abound in Stockton the last few days. Its been a shoddy week here for July weather, shoddy and strange, usually when the day is grey it stays grey, likewise for mild, and sunny and all the rest. The past 3 days or so have been a strange concoction of rain and sun, alternating by the hour.
On one of my days off this week me and my friend took her little girl to the park. Kids are so brilliant aren't they? The way they interact with each other, the wonder with which they view everything, I'd love to see the world through a child's eyes for an hour. If only we were all as fearless as they! Anyway, starting to get all sentimental here.
The point is we fed the ducks, I had just as much fun on the play park as she did, and we all got quite wet but took refuge in the bandstand (which would have been even better if there had been a brass band in there too). We made it just in time, the rain proper bounced down for a while, then when it stopped we made a break for home.
Then at around 10 that night we had a little storm, got a pretty good view from my window. I properly love thunderstorms. There were some pretty exciting flashes of forked lightening, but the storm never got huge, and passed over as storms are wont to do.
Today though, there was a bigger one while I was at work, re-filling cards and wearing a stupid goddamn hat that wouldn't stay on my head. The rain was heavier, then it got even heavier, the sky got darker, the thunder lasted longer, and then just when I thought it couldn't possibly rain any harder, it rained even harder. I was delighted of course, but the location of the shop meant I couldn't get a good view of the sky so missed the lightening (I was supposed to be working anyway so didn't get to stand and watch) Anyway, the rain stayed pretty hard, but the storm was passing over, I could tell it was on its way out, when it decided to go out with a bang. There was a massive thunderbolt, even though the others had been big, but this one was of proper biblical proportions, Zeus was PISSED. I actually ducked when I heard it, you could feel everything shuddering and shaking. I genuinely thought something very close by had been struck. It was so good!!
In stormy conclusion, I'm really hoping for more massive ones in the next few days, because I love storms only 1% less than I love kissing.
Moving on, its around 3 weeks till payday, I'v tried not to spend much on myself from last months wages and its gone alright really, but I couldnt resist buying these little earrings, they were in the sale and only £2.
Aren't they sweet? (Aren't they tweet? ho ho ho!)
And finally
Two things before I make like a banana and split
Item A - I'm watching "dark waters" and have concluded that I would love to live on Roosevelt Island (as well as Eel pie island, but thats a post for another day)
Item B - My auntie gave me a big bag of rainbow drops the other day, I broke into them tonight and nearly ate the whole lot. Forgot how tasty good they are.
Concluded.
On one of my days off this week me and my friend took her little girl to the park. Kids are so brilliant aren't they? The way they interact with each other, the wonder with which they view everything, I'd love to see the world through a child's eyes for an hour. If only we were all as fearless as they! Anyway, starting to get all sentimental here.
The point is we fed the ducks, I had just as much fun on the play park as she did, and we all got quite wet but took refuge in the bandstand (which would have been even better if there had been a brass band in there too). We made it just in time, the rain proper bounced down for a while, then when it stopped we made a break for home.
Then at around 10 that night we had a little storm, got a pretty good view from my window. I properly love thunderstorms. There were some pretty exciting flashes of forked lightening, but the storm never got huge, and passed over as storms are wont to do.
Today though, there was a bigger one while I was at work, re-filling cards and wearing a stupid goddamn hat that wouldn't stay on my head. The rain was heavier, then it got even heavier, the sky got darker, the thunder lasted longer, and then just when I thought it couldn't possibly rain any harder, it rained even harder. I was delighted of course, but the location of the shop meant I couldn't get a good view of the sky so missed the lightening (I was supposed to be working anyway so didn't get to stand and watch) Anyway, the rain stayed pretty hard, but the storm was passing over, I could tell it was on its way out, when it decided to go out with a bang. There was a massive thunderbolt, even though the others had been big, but this one was of proper biblical proportions, Zeus was PISSED. I actually ducked when I heard it, you could feel everything shuddering and shaking. I genuinely thought something very close by had been struck. It was so good!!
In stormy conclusion, I'm really hoping for more massive ones in the next few days, because I love storms only 1% less than I love kissing.
Moving on, its around 3 weeks till payday, I'v tried not to spend much on myself from last months wages and its gone alright really, but I couldnt resist buying these little earrings, they were in the sale and only £2.
Aren't they sweet? (Aren't they tweet? ho ho ho!)
And finally
Two things before I make like a banana and split
Item A - I'm watching "dark waters" and have concluded that I would love to live on Roosevelt Island (as well as Eel pie island, but thats a post for another day)
Item B - My auntie gave me a big bag of rainbow drops the other day, I broke into them tonight and nearly ate the whole lot. Forgot how tasty good they are.
Concluded.
Friday, 1 July 2011
The only bearded man I have ever loved.
I remember the very first time I ever saw Fyfe Dangerfield. I was watching nevermind the buzzcocks, he was playing the intro round with a stapler and a ring binder. I didn't know who he was and I don't think I'd heard of Guillemots.
But he really made an impression on me, I remember there was just something about him that just instantly made me want to hang out with him.
So really I guess that covers it, I figured I should make my 200th post about something nice.
Those of you that know me, know I have a longgg list (I was going to say a list as long as my arm, but my arm isn't actually that long) of people I lust after.
Nadal, my long running teenage crush on Alex Zane, my one and only girlcrush on Eva Green, the belgian acrobat I fell in love with (ha ha bet you never thought you'd hear about him again!) Louie's theroux and garrel, and many many more.
However, I would choose Fyfe over all of those, I seriously would. He's the only person who I'm genuinely a little bit in love with.
Even though he has a beard, he is still the single, most beautiful person I've ever seen.
He's wearing a suit, oh God.
But he really made an impression on me, I remember there was just something about him that just instantly made me want to hang out with him.
So really I guess that covers it, I figured I should make my 200th post about something nice.
Those of you that know me, know I have a longgg list (I was going to say a list as long as my arm, but my arm isn't actually that long) of people I lust after.
Nadal, my long running teenage crush on Alex Zane, my one and only girlcrush on Eva Green, the belgian acrobat I fell in love with (ha ha bet you never thought you'd hear about him again!) Louie's theroux and garrel, and many many more.
However, I would choose Fyfe over all of those, I seriously would. He's the only person who I'm genuinely a little bit in love with.
Even though he has a beard, he is still the single, most beautiful person I've ever seen.
He's wearing a suit, oh God.
Friday, 24 June 2011
I'm alive!
Yes its been a while, no there is no real reason. Well apart from being lazy.
I've had quite a grumpy day today. Work issues, you know. In fact everything about work in the last couple of months has absolutely pissed me off. I'll try to derail the oncoming train of just ranting for ages about it by first and foremostly apologizing for being one of those whiny bastards who always complains about work, and secondly, by disregarding all that and going ahead and complaining about work anyway.
Its happened a lot that I've turned up at work and they've said "oh you're not in today" or again like today when I breezed through the door at 10am for my shift "oh you're not in till 2" when I'm certain enough that I'd bet a limb on the fact that last time I was in she told me I was working at 10. Then there was the time a few weeks ago when my boss called me on a Sunday and basically bollocked me for not being there. I had no idea I was supposed to be in that day, and she was a total bitch about it and made me feel like shit. I did start to wonder if I am being just properly thick about it, but I've honestly never had a job I've had rota problems at all with before. They just like to change them around every fucking day and then not tell you.
Today was payday, I've done loads of hours this month over fathers day, and they've proper dramatically underpaid me and I don't know why so I'm gonna have to sort all that out and they'll probably just end up fucking me over again.
I'm on an ongoing temporary contract, (because everyone at clintons is up the stick) they wont give me more than 8/12 hours a goddamn week, yet they're advertising for more staff for a 16 hour contract. They truly are shitmongers.
Ok, so that's the end of my ranting. I'm desperately trying to claw my way out of the job, but there are no other prospects at the moment. I might get a job in a casino in September if I'm lucky at my group interview session (which I know I declared that I wouldn't go to another one ever again, but this is what clintons has driven me to) at the end of next month.
Anyway onto better things, its Wimbledon season and therefor my thighs are suitably worn down.
Ohhh Rafa, you despicably gorgeous creature!
On the other end of the wimbledon lovelies spectrum, I absoloutely cannot stomach andy murray. Goddd he's just such a fucking wankstain. Tonight I came to the conclusion that the only thing more irritating than andy murray is andy murray fans.
I've had quite a grumpy day today. Work issues, you know. In fact everything about work in the last couple of months has absolutely pissed me off. I'll try to derail the oncoming train of just ranting for ages about it by first and foremostly apologizing for being one of those whiny bastards who always complains about work, and secondly, by disregarding all that and going ahead and complaining about work anyway.
Its happened a lot that I've turned up at work and they've said "oh you're not in today" or again like today when I breezed through the door at 10am for my shift "oh you're not in till 2" when I'm certain enough that I'd bet a limb on the fact that last time I was in she told me I was working at 10. Then there was the time a few weeks ago when my boss called me on a Sunday and basically bollocked me for not being there. I had no idea I was supposed to be in that day, and she was a total bitch about it and made me feel like shit. I did start to wonder if I am being just properly thick about it, but I've honestly never had a job I've had rota problems at all with before. They just like to change them around every fucking day and then not tell you.
Today was payday, I've done loads of hours this month over fathers day, and they've proper dramatically underpaid me and I don't know why so I'm gonna have to sort all that out and they'll probably just end up fucking me over again.
I'm on an ongoing temporary contract, (because everyone at clintons is up the stick) they wont give me more than 8/12 hours a goddamn week, yet they're advertising for more staff for a 16 hour contract. They truly are shitmongers.
Ok, so that's the end of my ranting. I'm desperately trying to claw my way out of the job, but there are no other prospects at the moment. I might get a job in a casino in September if I'm lucky at my group interview session (which I know I declared that I wouldn't go to another one ever again, but this is what clintons has driven me to) at the end of next month.
Anyway onto better things, its Wimbledon season and therefor my thighs are suitably worn down.
Ohhh Rafa, you despicably gorgeous creature!
On the other end of the wimbledon lovelies spectrum, I absoloutely cannot stomach andy murray. Goddd he's just such a fucking wankstain. Tonight I came to the conclusion that the only thing more irritating than andy murray is andy murray fans.
Right anyway that about covers it for now, my next post is my 200th, keep yer eyes peeled!
(shudder)
Thursday, 2 June 2011
I just think everyone should know about this
If I remember correctly, I discovered this from pressing the "next blog" button. It has been the single greatest thing thats ever came from me pressing it, usually I get religious blogs or cheesy american family blogs, both varieties fill me with rage. Anyway, they were all worth it, if I had to flick through every single blog in the world, only to find this as the very last one, it would still have been more than worth it.
http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com/
Its the blog of a girl who takes messages posted in missed-connections sections of new york newspapers, and turns them into beautiful pictures. I think why I love these so much is that the beauty comes not just from the images she creates for them, but that the messages are actual, genuine words that other people have written. The combination of real life and the picture painted for it, just makes them really special to me.
This is my favourite one so far, because when I read the message, I thought to myself that I always wondered the exact same thing. And not just that, it was just worded so beautifully and felt so genuine and seemed so romantic, it really touched me.
http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com/
Its the blog of a girl who takes messages posted in missed-connections sections of new york newspapers, and turns them into beautiful pictures. I think why I love these so much is that the beauty comes not just from the images she creates for them, but that the messages are actual, genuine words that other people have written. The combination of real life and the picture painted for it, just makes them really special to me.
This is my favourite one so far, because when I read the message, I thought to myself that I always wondered the exact same thing. And not just that, it was just worded so beautifully and felt so genuine and seemed so romantic, it really touched me.
I saw you for maybe a second or two.
I've read missed-connections before and wondered why people just didn't say something then and there. Now I understand... perhaps it's because the moment is extraordinary; containing a fullness of its own... and the thought that this person across from me is not a part of my everyday life, and at any second will disappear, didn't even occur to me... it seemed that we were in whatever it was together, and that sort of connection rarely, if ever, happens between strangers, so my mind was a little slow on registering that there would be no "some other time" if neither of us asked for the others phone or email.
Now, hours later, the ripples created by those few tender seconds still gently rock something within me...
and I become a missed-connections poster.
Would you be interested in having tea or going on a ride?
I hope they enchant you as much as they have me.
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