My brothers and I in Liverpool for my birthday got chatting to a lovely policeman who let me wear his hat. What a star :)
In my hour and a half in the sun today I managed to partially burn my shoulder. In Ireland. Seriously, how????
Aaaaaaand instead of packing again today, I made chocolate biscuit cake.
It was pretty nomtastic. Thinking of saving some for my rendez-vous with my K-fizzle aka Sleepingbootay before I go, who has a great blog to follow, I’ll make a separate post linking you to her blog, so proud of what she has achieved so far in such a short space of time.
:)
My J1 Experience.
So this summer will be my first time visiting America and words fail me when I attempt to describe how excited/ terrified of going.
As someone who is usually fairly terrified of change anxiety is beginning to get the better of me you could say. Considering I fly out next Monday I am incredibly under prepared for what is to come. I have only just converted some euro into dollars and collected my passport with the visa attached which the photo I might add, is absolutely hideous, is it really too much to ask for a photograph that doesn’t look like a mugshot?
But yeah, packing? Not going so well for me. You know when you just stare absentmindedly at something that needs to be done like homework, washing, packing etc willing it to get up and sort itself out on its own accord? I have been doing this pretty much everyday since I got back from college. I mean really, how am I meant to decide what to wear, what shoes to bring? Yes of course I have the basics sorted but at this stage it looks like I’ll be bringing a half empty suitcase and buying my clothes over there.
To my future employer over there, I apologize if I end up reporting to my first day of work in solely my underwear but to be perfectly honest its looking likely unless I can get my ass into gear and just do it.
Few naggins they said, be grand they said…
:)
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I got really excited when I saw my name there, Hello :) Love your blog. Though admittedly the Avengers related posts caught my eye, hello Tom Hiddleston ;)
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Finally got my ear pierced again, funny story though, well a bit more tragic than anything else.
Since I’m so hardy and all that I decided I’d get my diath or forward helix pierced and I kind of ended up between the two. Now needles don’t bother me so long as I don’t see them but just after this had been done a wave of heat came over me and I gave the guy a heads up that I was going to faint as my vision blurred, gave the poor lad an awful fright. But, a drink of water and breath of fresh air later I was good to go. But yeah, here’s my freshly pierced ear. :)
Men.
Are beyond confusing to me.
This isn’t meant to be a blog post where I blame men for all lifes problems or anything along those lines. I just get so confused by them.
Every woman has had her fair share of bad luck with respect to men and if you’re a girl reading this who hasn’t had many dealings with guys, I regret to be the one to inform you, that your day will come.
In my most recent encounters, I’ve had a long running affair of sorts with someone I’ve known since the age of eleven. We were in constant contact, he was always at my home and everyone knew I had a crush on him. We kissed at fifteen because of a dare then again a year later at one drunken house party.
At that stage everyone knew we had feelings for each other but we both dated different respective partners and just left it at friendship. But since the end of my last relationship he has gotten in contact more sending me texts here and there and we’ve kissed on nights out again.
So after a few weeks of no contact I got a drunken call from him where he confesses to fancying me and how its hard for him to admit it after so long, asks me out for drinks and asks me to make sure I text him the next day to have a few drinks and see where we stand. So as promised today I text him, many hours ago and to this moment I am still waiting.
I understand the alcohol freed him of inhibitions and he was more honest with me than normal but please do not trifle with my emotions so lightly. Do not tell me that you want to start something with me knowing that I will be leaving for the summer and do not ignore me. I have never and will never sit idly by, waiting for you to get in touch, I will not be someone you think you can walk all over.
:)
Pokemon and Avengers.
Too much awesome. Too much.
