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 ...

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...