Be warned folks. This is a bit of a rant. So if you don't wish to read self absorbed waffle, please divert your eyes now, and walk on by! Okies, I have something to say, and I need to get it off my chest, otherwise I could quite possibly burst. I like it here at JU, alot. I like the people here at JU, alot. That's the reason I am here. I love writing, and I love the nice, kindly folk who grace my blog with their presence. I have blogged here at JU for over two years now. Over that time I hav...

When I was younger I wanted to be a writer. Well when I was really young I wanted to sell Ice-cream because I thought I could eat it all. Once I found out the big wide world didn't really work like that, I changed my career path, and writing it was. I have never really changed my mind about that. Reading books as a child I got lost in worlds that were created for me. I could picture them in my head, I could forget everything else that was going on, quite easily. I loved that. I wanted to be abl...

My sister and her fella went away last weekend. For a nice break to the Lake District. A nice scenic place where you get to relax, and enjoy the quiet life. There are a few little villages in the surrounding areas that you can visit, and enjoy the nice country pubs, and long walks. Sounds nice, doesn't it? My sister text me quite a few times that weekend, mostly to check up on Maddy, and make sure everything was alright. I could sense something wasn't right. Probably because she is my sister an...

I try and keep my blog as free of personal issues as possible. Even though when I have a problem, writing about it is probably the best way that I can work through it. Today I have a problem, and I don't really have anyone to talk about it with, or anyone that wants to listen. So I guess I am feeling at a loss, and here is the only place that I feel like I can write whatever I want, and maybe even get some words of advice, or support, and I think words like that would help alot at the moment. I...

The ladies here will know what I am talking about, maybe even some of the men too. You know when you wake up, and you get ready, and no matter how long you spend getting ready, no matter how long you spend choosing your outfit, or doing your hair, or applying the war paint. You just don't feel right. That's how I feel today. Nothing is sitting right. I feel uncomfortable, and horrible, and I just want to hide away in fear of scaring small children and animals with my gruesome looks. It's not th...

I have a problem. I am a boring old frump. It is official. My friend recently introduced me to a girl she works with. They get on pretty well, and this girl is spending more and more time with our group of friends. I have made an effort with this girl, I really have. I just don't like her. It's as simple as that. I feel bad for it, especially considering the reasons I don't like her, because they are quite pathetic. First of all, she is loud. It isn't just that she talks alot (though she does)...

I think one of the main reasons I enjoy blogging so much is because it is a way me to vent all the thoughts and opinions that swim through my head, and allows me to make some kind of sense them, and touch other people in some small way. When I'm writing I don't really struggle for words. They just seem to flow. I sit here and basically just type as I think, and it all flows out quite nicely. I think I manage to mostly get across what I am thinking that is understandable to others. From a...

I have a question....what do you do when you love someone so much it hurts, but they don't love you back? Do you gather up what dignity you have left and move on? Or do you realise that this person is so special that you just can't pass them by, and simply have them as a friend, even though you find it impossible to shake of the fact that you completely adore them? If only feelings were easy huh. If only it was just a black or white answer. A simple yes or no. Instead I feel like I am l...

There are times when I feel like a little girl, who hasn't really grown up yet. I just want to jump around like a mad woman, and have fun. Especially when I'm in the company of my little niece. A two year old is a good excuse for an adult to behave like a big kid. Then there are other times when I feel like a young woman (which is good, as that's what I am) but even then, part of me feels like I'm faking it. I mean, I am capable. I'm not stupid, I have sense. It just feels good somet...

I really hate New Years Eve. I didn't always used to be like this, but as the years go by, the more I grow to hate it. There was a time when I liked it, just like everyone else. I loved getting dressed up, getting tickets for some fabulous club, and going partying. To see in the New Year with my friends, and getting extremely drunk in the process. Sounds good right? Well, somethings happened over the years, the magic has been lost. Sad I know. The amazing thing is, Christmas hasn't lo...

I'm sat here in a miserable mood. Full of a cold, and basically just feeling sorry for myself. I always thought writing allowed you to reach people. My verbal communication skills maybe not be to crash hot, but when it came to putting pen to paper, finger to keyboard, I thought I came across quite well. Maybe you do when you don't sound like a broken record, but I seem to just make the same noises, about the same things, over and over again. It's like I just moan about the same things, a...

It seems like forever since I last graced the pages of JU. I suppose it has. Really I should return to the world with loads of new information, and tales of what I was doing while I wasn't here. The sad truth is, I haven't really done anything that amazing, or great. Life has kind of just been ticking over. Which I am okay with I guess. I've come to the conclusion there is no pleasing me, when things are hectic, I moan and complain, and when things are nice and slow, I moan and complain...

I haven't blogged in a good while. I can't say I've really missed it that much. It's funny how we move on from things isn't it. Things can take you over, until you become obsessed with them, and then just like that it stops. You don't need it anymore. It isn't that simple though, because I believe things touch your life for a reason. I can return to writing a blog, I can feel the same that I did before, yet it doesn't hold the exact same feeling. It's difficult to explain. You can los...

I'm feeling alot more light hearted than I have in a long time. I don't really know why, but it's all good. I'll enjoy it while it lasts.......I am admittedly self obsessed. I think everyone is to a certain extent. I think probably if you read the blogs I have wrote you will realise that. One of my main worries is that I will end up a no one. That I'll die somewhere one day, with a load of cats, in a little flat, and my body will lay there for weeks on end. I will only be eventually fo...

Well what a surreal weekend I had. I planned on having a quiet weekend really. Except it just wasn't to be. For starters my insane sister came to stay for the weekend. Her and I are getting on slightly better these days, the less I see of her, the more I like her. So I wasn't too bothered that she was there for the weekend, except she has gone more fruitloop than usual. I walked in on Friday afternoon and there she was, looking like Cruella De Vil. I kid you not. Her hair is black at ...