It's almost March, Easter break starts soon and you can't imagine how excited i an at seeing family again....though helping moving in sounds fun, it sounds like hard work too :p. Anything for sis though! Mwah, love larnia! I've have been given the task of easter eggs, hah, i can make them beg, lol. Being driven insane here in halls as normal, wishing i could speak to someone sane!
Went to portugal with the bf last week.......his mum is nice and the friend a mild version of Eileen, loved ganging up on him though! Hah! That'll teach him! Well, his sister's comming tommorow, sooooo, fingers crossed i make a good impression and dont embarass myself like i normally do!

My first day of uni started, it was from 9:30 - 18:00, went running and handed in lots of job applications.....want the money to start up don't we? At the moment I am tierd, hence the spelling mistakes that will occassionally pop up. Yesterday was my English Lit. day, free today and tommorow, then again thursday and friday. Have my rugby trial tommorow....have you seen the size of them? I'll get squashed...that was mean...but I feel like a pipsquek in comparison. Ah, met a guy.....^^......he's really sweet, he's taking me ot to dinner tonight (the one I told you about over the phone mum). Missing you all sooooooo much!!!!! Dad hasn't responded to my calls on whether or not to go out, the flat mates are out.....and everything in High Wycombe is being rebuilt. What's a girl to do, there's only so much exercising one can do and only so much money to shop with.....mmmmmhhhhhh. Luv u guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is my seond full day in fresher week and I'm confused as hell, my course name keeps on changing name and I keep getting lost in both Wycombe and the uni (although t's good to know I'm not the only one in that department). The mood is slightly angry at the uni for the confusing course mess, the weather is friggin' cold, but all in all the people are really nice. Nothing like you tend to expect them to be, guessit's primarily fear speaking, but slowly but surely it's drifting away.........vvvvvvvveeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyy slowly ^^. I have 8 flat mates, 3 of which are girls. The most diverse lot I have ever met, but there's never a boring day though.
Missing my family loads, feling slightly teary about the whole situation since to me it's the end o the world this whole mess up with the courses, I mean I just got here and already disaster strikes........... not a good sign.

World anew

It's been a while, and from here on after will mostly likely be one of my only contacts left (discluding the many wonders of facebook) to family and friends. Three years is a long time, and some where along the way a new life will begin for me. I'll mature, I'll grow wiser and maybe even grow into a job, but one thing I do know is that just because I'm leaving, it doesn't mean I'll be taking my heart with me. I'll always be thinking of my family, constantly missing them and wondering what they could possibly be up to. Perhaps, in the mean time, I can find a way to improve myself so I can make them all proud.

I will always miss you, and in this blog, a diary will form of what I cannot say on the phone due to expensive telephone costs. For now, it's on with the packing.
Till we meet again.

Exams

Sigh, whoever ivented them should be sued (if by chance this person happens along this blog............sorry, but it's true). It delivers kids mental health issues, unnesesary stress and loss of hair, unnatural colds during study periods or come the time of the exams themselves and cause kids to die from suffucation indoors on a stuffy bed with THE boring books in the world. I checked, Harry potter was available as a book, yes, wouldn't I have loved that, but NOOOO, Howards End. I swear we all sat there waiting for the end of Howard until we figured out it was a house, then it was just 'burn, house, burn' followed by a nice THE END.
As one can tell, exams are finally over and I am content..............in the fact that the afore mentioned books will never be allowed possible in my sight again: Howards End, Doctor faustus and Carol Ann Duffy's anthology of gruesomly detailed lesbian, vegetable, bestialty sex involved poems. WHY? I ask you. Can anyone think up a reason why on earth teachers can bare to teach this? Don't they know the damage they're doing, excuse me, have done?? Drain Bamaged, that's what we are, with capital letters wherever you want cause we just don't care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, whooooo! Three written and a physical done, just three more and an AEA to go...whooo aren't I a lucky bunny.
Well, i guess I can stop ranting for now. ow's my family? haven't had any nasty exams that scared you for life have you? Ne one else? make me feel better with your horrid tales? People I don't know? care to join in? hellllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooo????????? an you hear me? me? me? heh. Echhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooo.
See, I've lost it.

depicting: Anger

No light can pass across the mind,
No thought of clear contempt.
A storm of blood red thunder flashes,
Rolling, tumbling, a relentless fall.
With stripes of black and yellow slit eyes,
A burst of strength and an explosion of claws.

Anger does not think before action,
A gun? A knife? A thick puddle of roses?
Envies twin, or a love that's scourned,
A broken heart or from lonliness' call.
Stars collide before your eyes,
A prick from a thorn that waited to strike.

Anger is a passion to an obsesive extent,
It stalks your mind with maliciou intent.


Hey guys, sorry for the long delay. We're back in business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think a congratulations is in order for all the fantabulous blogs everyone's produced (pat on the back).

Wish you were here- dedicated to mother (Mum's gone- miss her already)

I wish you were here,
To help me through the good times and the bad.
Dry my tears
And help me up only in the way you can.
Sing me a lullaby
Help me to sleep, to dream of wondrous things.

I wish you were here,
Trailing Angel perfume,
Drinking tea in the kitchen.
These are the memories I've got.
I wish you were here to hold me,
To kiss me on my brow.
To fall asleep at the count of ten.

You care about me,
That makes me love you more.
And when you're not here,
Who do I become aware of then?

Playing songs in a cycle,
Those that remind me of you.
Waiting for that one phone call that will bring me closer to you.
To tell you all my sorrows,
To relive all my the joy.
I come home and open the door,
Coming home to an empty room.

I wish you were here,
To be my shining star.
To be the happiness that awaits me,
On the otherside of the door.