Sunday, 22 August 2010
I think it’s oddly more acceptable to complain about the trivial things that bother you than it is to take note of special little moments throughout the day. There’s no one word to sum up those simple things that make you smile, I’ve created a list of my top ten.
1. The first day of the year when you can feel the warmth of the sun on your face through your car's windscreen
2. Climbing underneath clean, crispy, line dried bed covers, with moisturised skin.
3. Selfless acts of kindness from unexpected strangers.
4. Postsecrets on a Sunday morning
5. When my cat comes to me for love, rather than me chasing him round the house trying to catch him
6. lying in the sun with your eyes closed and all you can see is the illuminated pinks of the insides of your eyelids.
7. The smell of a clean man.
8. Still having a purse full of money, the morning after a night out.
9. Laughing so much it hurts
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Four years of tension and friendship.
It didn't start that way. I offered you a sip of my cider under the bridge when I was fourteen, you were fifteen, you drank half the bottle!
I'd paid a fiver for that.
I loved your very nearly arrogant self-confidence.
Your awesome intelligence.
The way you used to wear grotty holey jeans, like me.
Then we both progressed to our clean-cut eccentric styles. But knew we'd happily sit in the dust and dirt in our best clothes just because.
I loved that you loved hats too.
I loved that you inspired me.
I loved that you gave me your Natural Sciences hoody from uni.
I loved that you showed me Amelie.
And Breakfast at Tiffanys.
Well that's one thing we've got...
I loved that we would quote obscure song lyrics at each other to form conversations.
That I would wake up in the middle of the night to find you groggily waking up beside me and gently pulling me even closer.
That your hair was as ginger as it gets!
That your arms were just the right kind of rounded muscle.
That one of your ears stuck out at a funny angle.
That you got spots.
That we were both freckly together.
That you'd always fall asleep before me.
That you grew a moustache!! (Also ginger)
That you took me to get a pie on Valentines day :)
That our passion won't die.
I'm eating crisps on my bed right now, and your hoodie is hung on the wardrobe door opposite me.
Amelie is shut away inside the DVD case on top of my speakers behind me.
Your socks are on my desk, all crumpled.
Your hat is on the second-to-bottom shelf of my cupboard.
And I know you still have my t-shirt.
And that picture I drew.
And the wrapper from the Wensleydale cheese I bought you in return for my Valentines pie.
I love that we both know it's happening without having to even speak about it.
And I hate that we both know it's happening without having even spoken to each other in months.
My latest purchase....... although I think my head is a bit of a funny shape and it doesn't fit properly, hence the sad face so not sure how much I will wear it although I love love love it!!! Of course I didn't buy it because I saw Ellie Goulding in a very similar one!!!!
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
I currently have 3 tattoos, the first one I had was my brother's names (Jack and Joe) in sanskrit across the bottom of my back, the second one, which was done in two sittings as I just couldn't take the pain, is of 5 chinese cherry blossom flowers and....8 floating petals (just had to lift up my top to count!) down the side of my ribs. The third, most recent, is of a letter "A" on the inside of my right wrist.
I'm all for tattoos meaning something and being personal, rather than being something you just saw and kind of liked! You ready for some emotional stuff...here goes the meanings to mine!!
my brothers names were tattooed on my back the day after splitting up with a long term boyfriend. At the time I was of the opinion that nothing, not even a tattoo, would hurt as much as the heartbreak I was going through. Also that the only men you can ever rely on, apart from your Dad, are your brothers.
Chinese cherry blossom, only blooms in the first week of April (my birthday), and is traditionally a sign of new beginnings and fresh starts. I had the first sitting on the 2nd of January last year, as I was adamant that 2009 was the year I was going to sort my life out and make something of myself. Rather than moping around with no confidence, feeling like I had so many dreams and so much ambition, but not enough talent or belief in myself that I could actually act it.
Finally, my "A" is obviously representative of my name, but as this tattoo is constantly visible, I believe it is a constant reminder of how happy I was at the time when I got it done. I wanted something that when I look at it, makes me feel warm inside with the reminder of how I was feeling at the time.
At the moment the tattoo I really want is of a feather on the inside of my forearm, just before my elbow. No colour, just black ink, probably about 5cm long. No reason why though!! I just want it really bad!! Although I know my friend Rob will try to talk me out of it, as he does every time I talk about getting fresh ink! He thinks that as a 23 year old, very single woman, I should not be limiting the men that would be interested in me as time is running out!! He says lots of guys hate tattoos on women and wouldn't look twice at an inked up girl so I shouldn't be permanently painting my body, but its probably too late for that now anyway!! As to Robs, opinion, I like guys with tattoos, I mean, Travis Barker and David Beckaham are up there in my top 5 men so it must be the same way round with guys liking girls with tattoos! I honestly don't think that my tattoos are my problem when it comes to dating, it more like my ability to completely repulse men, or turn them into my best friend, that seems to be where i'm mainly going wrong!!
Sunday, 1 August 2010
I know I am adamant that in some way I am related to Ellie Goulding because the spelling of the surname is really un-common and it is predominant in my close family, but secretly I think I just love her way too much and I'm hoping she is my long lost cousin and we can be best friends!! I just think pretty much everything about her is pretty cool...and she is clearly so beautiful! I think most people that know me by now realise that the Angelina's, Megan's and Cheryl's of this world don't make me jealous in anyway! But it is the unconventionally beautiful and effortlessly cool of the likes of Ellie Goulding that make me green with envy!