Hey hey hey

So I've finally made the decision to make a new journal. I've just been so shit at updating this one this year so I feel like it's time for a fresh one. I'll keep this one and I might post in it from time to time but I can't be bothered doing the spring clean that it needs.

The moral of the story is, I'm back! So add me if you like. I ( Read more... )

*toots trumpet*
Guess who's been accepted to volunteer as part of the Forest Woodford Crew this year at the folk fest?!
That's right, I'll be selling tree sponsorships right left and centre at woodford this year :) and did I mention my FREE TICKET.

Best. Day. Ever.

me: I have the hottest introduction ever. i'm going to type it to you, but you should pretend I'm reading it to you ( Read more... )

It's that time of the year isn't it. Term three syndrome has turned into August syndrome. I just feel pretty bored with myself at the moment. I mean, I'm not unhappy, and I'm just sick of the monotonous rutt business and I'm ready for changes. This year it's good though because I have total faith in the change that will come (though it does feel ( Read more... )

Ok so my final decision is going to depend on a couple of things: #1-whether I'm dead or not (I have the flu at the moment) and #2-how much it will affect my Japanese attendance record to miss half a lesson (it's compulsory to attend 80% of my classes and I've been late lots already and even arriving 5 minutes late means I only get marked down for ( Read more... )

I miss the ground. Seriously. I miss rocks and dirt and uncut grass and the warmth of the ground. The city gets to me something chronic sometimes. Especially with the way I've been lately. Just so busy that I've been doing doing doing and then thinking about what I've got to do and then doing more. It's good because it's lulled me into a sort of ( Read more... )

*toots horn* hooray, another label, another minority group ( Read more... )

( read conditions below first! )

My love is falling down from the ceiling ( Read more... )

We can talk all night. But I know you’re just as happy not saying a word. I just want someone to want to know me. I want someone to push me. I want someone to prod around my insides and see something. I want I want I want to be a two year old who can say what she wants without getting embarrassed at the thought ( Read more... )