Well it's blogging time again. You will have to excuse me if this blog isn't up to my usual high quality (Ha!) but I am suffering from a monster hangover at the moment and I am still rather disorientated. I will work my way up to last night though, as I haven't actually blogged in a while, so there's quite a bit to catch up on I guess. First of all it's Valentines day! Wooohoooo! How exciting. Not wanting to sound like a whinging, bitter old hag, but what a waste of time it is! Now don...

So I met a boy. I have to say meeting people isn't really an issue for me, and I'm not entirely sure why. Is it that everyone is desperate for love and therefore everyone you come across is a love interest? I hate that kind of thinking. It means you miss out on the all important friendship thing. Friends are important. They will be there for you no matter what, and you can rely on them, no matter what. Now as I said meeting people isn't an issue, even though I hate small talk with a pa...

I sometimes wonder where I'll be in ten years time. I don't really see a future for myself. Which hasn't worried me much. I have never wanted to be one of those people who has their future mapped out in front of them. That they know exactly where they are going. Anything like that scares me. I like my freedom. I like the fact I have no idea what I'm doing next week. Damn it, I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow. Now the only problem with this freedom is that you can end up doing abso...

It's actually quite strange the people you find yourself attracted too. There isn't always an explanation for it. I wish there was. Some formula so you could see what it is that makes you so attracted to someone. Is it really some kind of animal instinct? Maybe humans haven't evolved that much at all. Maybe it isn't down to how well you get on with someone, maybe it is down to that animal instinct physical attraction. Obviously there has to be something there when you scratch the surfa...

I love books. For as long as I can remember when things have got tough for me, or the real world has become to much, I can bury my head in the safe world of a book. I can lose myself for hours in these worlds, that seem so real, I can feel for the people believe they are real. See them in my head, imagine the story playing out in my head. I sometimes think my need to escape the real world has held me back in actually learning to deal with things. Instead of facing the problem head on I w...

I don't really have alot of time, I just want to wish the folks of JU a very Merry Xmas. I can't say I'm feeling the Xmas spirit to much at the moment, I'm sure I'll get into the spirit of things and enjoy the whole day. In alot of ways I'm very lucky, and I know this. I'll be surrounded by people I love and who care about me. Anyway, there are some people here that I really think alot of, and I wish you all a very happy and safe Christmas.

I have such a busy week. It has been one thing after another. Finally I have a day that I don't have to do anything. Though that is slowly going out of the window too. I have had a strange weekend. On Friday the PMS monster had me by the scruff of the neck and I was out to kill someone. As the months go on, I am getting worse and worse. I start off just a tiny bit irritable. The more irritated I get, the more angry I get. Someone can do the slightest thing, and I will bite their head...

Well here I am again. I've been throwing myself into uni work, and now I'm taking a little break, so here I am JU. Just a catch up I guess. I don't actually know who will read this, but I shall write it anyway. First on my agenda is the American election, don't worry this isn't going to be long, I'll leave that to the politic masters of JU. All I have to say is, I'm slightly disappointed, and I can't believe it's dragged out so long. I actually got rather excited about it, and I'm still...

Apparently it takes alot more effort to hate someone than it does to like them. Liking someone is the easy option. To hate them, for me at least means they have done something significant to cause this reaction. When I say significant, I don't mean they stepped on my foot, or looked at me the wrong way. I mean, they did something that I will never be able to forgive them for. As a rule I don't hate, not because of the effort of it, but because it consumes you. It makes you act in a way ...

She sat. She stood. She paced. She sat again. She looked at her phone. She sighed. She lay down finally giving into the sleep that was creeping on her so badly. She couldn't get him out of her head though. No matter how badly she wanted to shake it. No matter how much she wanted a clear head, she couldn't. Why couldn't she let him go. Let him ride away on a wave of good times. Why couldn't she free him from her mind, even for a short amount of time. She lay there in the dark. Ju...

There are some things you never talk about, some things that get left unsaid. That's why family is so important, because you have that history. Me and my sisters may be very different people, but there is a history that none of us can deny, a history that will be with us forever. These things may go unsaid, but you can see it when you look in their eyes, you can see it when you say certain things. My eldest sister we have a history that goes far beyond the drug abuse she has put the famil...

Me and my mobile phone have a love/hate relationship. I love the fact that I can get in touch with people anytime I want, and I hate the fact other people can get in touch with me whenever they want. It's useful, and I would be lost without it, but people bother me! You can switch it off, of course, but them messages are still there waiting for you when you switch it on again. Now some people abuse the right they have to get in touch with me all the time, and mither me at every opportunit...

My life is turning its self upside down and I feel like I have very little control over it. That's what bothers me the most. No control. I hate to think that I am not at the steering wheel, controling what direction I go in. When you make decisions that your heart isn't in, you go into auto-pilot. Like you want to do these things, but you don't actually want to live through doing them. So you somehow turn yourself off and just carry on through life till your head allows you to follow yo...

What makes someone mature? How do you know when someone has maturity on their side? Since I was very young, people have always commented on how mature I have come across. On occasion it still happens. They say it as a compliment, I think. Either that or they are suggesting that I'm to much of an old hag for my age, but I will take it in the positive sense. I wish I could take credit for this attribute, simply say, oh well that's just the way I am. It's not. I don't even consider mysel...

You do the same thing, over and over again. Every time you do the task the same way, but each time you expect different results. You still get the same outcome, but this just makes you more determined to change the task, but first you have to change the way you do it. I can't sleep. As usual. I'm not feeling very well. So if this blog is slightly insane, I'm sorry. I feel the need to ramble, and sorry but JU you're it to ramble too. Usually when I write an article it's written out in ...