Strike a Pose.

I just joined my Auntie Lynn's dancing. I'm actually fair enjoying myself. Which is a huge surprise because...

1. I cannot dance.
2. I'm not bendy.
3. I don't like exercises.
4. I have very little rhythm.
5. I have no co ordination I know what I want my hands an feet to do I just cant ever seem to make them do it. 

All in all dancing is generally something I should most likely not be enjoying, but heyho there I am actually loving life. What can I say we're dancing to Madonna and I will get to participate in the dance show wearing cone shaped boobs and shiny hot pants. What can I say? It doesn't take too much to win me over! Very excited. I love Madonna.  Come on, VOGUE 

But yeah I do like it. I'm keeping healthy, seeing Lynn and getting to see wee CN and SN and get all of the school chat, which is not too bad. That and I get to strike many poses. I like to pose. Heeeheee! 

Well blogface this is what my night has consisted of tonight and I liked it. And I prefer happy blogs to my ranty ones. Till next time here is a photo of a couple of POSERS.

Goodnight Blogface :)

 

I'm back . . . well for now!

Oh my word. It has been far too long since  last sat down and wrote my thoughts out in blog form. I've been so lazy that all my rants and or opinions are voiced to the world through twitter or facebook and somewhere through all of the word I loose myself. So today I am back. Not for anyone else, not to rant or voice opinions for approval or debate, I'm here simply me just chatting with the page. No discussion needed. Just an outlet I believe you sometimes need when things all seem to be passing so fast. I need to capture my memories in more ways than just photos. Photos may be worth a thousand words but are they words necessarily the words I want to remember. The feelings or thoughts that ran through my head in that second. Other outlets are needed and that is one reason why I suppose I find myself back to my old ways writing it all out on here. That and the pickle of life that has been my brain this weekend.

This blog has always been a wee bit of fun like an online diary I can keep but I haven't used it much since my time in school. I think my reason for returning is that I feel like I was back in school over the weekend. It was CGs 21st birthday party.

One of my best friends from school . . . .to be more precise, my ex's best friends was the party that I had been invited to. It was made clear to me that I was more than welcome and that I was wanted there. CG had said to me many times that it didn't matter what had happened in the past or what some of the other guys thought of me because me and him had always got on well and he thought I was an amazing lassie so of course he wanted me at his 21st. What could I say. It's not like I could say no I'm not going my ex will be there, that's a bit pathetic seeing as I had been invited personally so I thought just go, suck it up and smile. To be honest it wasn't as if SP was going to approach me anyway. It was just a scary thought to be in his company again having not seen or spoke to one another in almost two years. It's strange considering how close we used to be but break ups and heartbreak happen and alot of the time the fact if the matter is that the involved parties aren't ever going to make it as even friends. I get that and I'm happy with that why cause more stress by being in each others life when we could just cut all contact and save a bit of grief.
SP is now happy with his new girlfriend SA of a year and a half and I couldn't be happier for them both. He deserves to be happy and I'm so glad that he is. Because of this I thought this party would be fine. I get along with SA as we went to school together and were in each others advanced higher English class there is no reason for us not to get along. People ask me if I hate her and it's like "really, just because she's with my ex isn't a reason to hate the lassie, I actually think she's amazing because she is making SP happy" I really am glad he is happy and has moved on with someone else. It means we can all get on with our lives knowing any feelings that there ever were are long gone, which honestly suits me just fine!
This was a tiny worry, however, the thought of his parents being there was a different matter. NP hates me. Fair dos I will always be the bitch who broke her wee laddies heart I get that but it's still intimidating. Himself combined with his mother, dad and brother were sure to make for an awkward night with the odd dirty look across the dance floor. It was just a horrible thought. Who wants to put them self back in the same room as their ex and his whole family. That's right no one in their right mind would ever willingly do such a thing. BUT CG had asked and as his friend I was always going to go as I wouldn't miss it for anything (despite how tempting anything would have been)

So I arrived at the party with a wee bit of the fear in my head but I just had to keep telling myself I'm there for CG and nobody else can change that. I walked in and panicked for what felt like an eternity as I scanned the room looking for CG. I felt like a rabbit in the headlights. All was good I found him got a huge hug and handed him his oversized pressie. Then me and PM made our way across the dancefloor to sit down.

Everything went fine. His parents weren't there so I felt a lot more comfortable. SP as per usual refused point blank to look at me. Tried to take a photo of him and the guys, someone puts his arm around him to smile SP removes it turns his back and walks swiftly off. Oh well. I thought things might have been a wee bit different now but he still can't look at me. I don't care I just wish he'd at least look at me for the sake of those around us who look at me and go "oh are you alright?" yes I'm okay but I would prefer if our ancient break up wouldn't make people feel awkward two years and a half on! That's all. I'm happy for you and SA, you are happy with her and she with you, surely you can see that we're better off apart, we can and have moved on. Why is it still so difficult for you to even look at me. A question I will never know and never need to.

It was just so weird, I felt like we had stepped into the past. Old boyfriends old friends. I'm so glad to have moved from that era of life even though it was nice to visit it for one night only.

The rest of the weekend was not too bad not much more for me to speak about but I'm sure I'll catch you up soon. Sorry for ranting. Much love!
Byebye blogface!

NEED INSPIRATION.

Comedeeeeey!

Wow. That word seems to be a common start to each of my blogs as I always seem to be somewhat bewondered by the fact that I am utterly CRAP at keeping a blog, I mean it's barely monthly never mind weekly or even daily. Ughhh. I am truly horrendous.
Well as I type I am sitting very antisocially in a pub (the union) on my laptop. I am typing because it is here and in order to be able to share my pure joy that I have in fact joined SUDS. (the uni's drama society) I actually LOVE them all sooo much.
Tonight in the pub for once we have a reason to be drinking. Everyone has a reason to be drinking and proud because they are all frigin' amazing. We have just successfully pulled of a comedy festival which I somehow helped to direct. I love everyone like they are family now. I've made some such amazing friends. I simply love it and them all. Such a family whom I hope to keep throughout my university career. I adore them all <3

Thursday 24th of November 2011

Righteo.

Tuesday night I GUTTED my room. Hoovered, bleached, dusted & rearranged my shelves. It was looking laaavleeee might I add. I was very happy. I even arranged my notes. How productive of me. It feels good sitting in a tidy room. I am all happy now.

So Wednesday consisted of me getting up all bright and early for my last ever Contract Law lecture, which to be honest wasn't too bad. I think I'll maybe miss that module. It was quite interesting. After that I came home (halls) and got myself looking all presentable so I could go get the train to meet P. Somehow I made it to the train station in time for the express train that took me directly to Glasgow meaning I was there ages before my dearest P. So I went a wee wander round the shops but to be honest if you've seen one dress these days you've seen them all. Then I somehow got a hold of S via f.book and decided to go visit her whilst waiting on P's train coming in. I was walking down George Street when the rain started and when I say started I'm not meaning it was a wee drizzled. It pelted it down. I got soaked right through! Not an inch of me was dry. My hair, knickers and bra were all sticking to me. It was horrid but it was only water and I was still looking semi decent so I suppose I survived. The walk up to the uni halls where S friend was staying however was no something to easily survive. The stairs to even get up to her front door were enough to near kill me, without even thinking that she was on the top floor of her hall. I was exhausted and looking like a drowned rat but it was fine cos I got to have a quick wee catch up with S and meet one of her uni friends. What I can say about that brief encounter of Strathclyde uni area is that there are far too many stairs for my liking it was too loud and I missed my friends the Stirling Uni ducks. I know I complain about them all the time with all their begging and whining but really I do love them and wouldn't have my campus any other way.

I was barely at S friends for 10 mins when I get a phonecall from P who says her train had just puilled into Queen St. So that was another tottering down the street in the rain, in my heels.... without an umbrella because the eejit that I am left it on the bus back in Stirling! Got socked again and by the time I met P I think I was all wrinkly, like I'de been lying in a bath for about an hour. It was freezing but her hug made me forget how wet and cold I was cos I was sooo happy to see her. It had been about 6 months since our last proper outing so we needed a good hug and gab....  and that is what we done over the next SEVEN hours, which woulda been longer if we didn't need to get trains home. Damn they early trains. We trailed the streets for a wee bit looking for somewhere cheap to eat and anded up being stopped by a beautiful sales man whom we talked to for ages before telling him we infact didn't have any money to spend on a pamper day at the spa he was working for. To be truthful if I had had the money he would have had a sale just because of his face! What a beaut.... Muhahahhaaaa. Aye well anyway once we left him we chatted more and wandered more then eventually decided to go to Sloans for some dinner and meet our dear friend rose ;) NOM! Got an amazing catch up before stumbling down the steps of Sloans and into a random street preacher who spoke about Christ and how he was right because he could speak in tongues. Fair do's but he kinda seemed a little brain washed if you ask me, my faith was not faith enough for him. But hey each to their own, right. Paej gave him a nice mouthful though in my defence before saying thank you and escaping after our 15mins of torture. We wandered about merrily and tipsily under the christmas lights until we found a cocktail bar! Not just a cocktail bar but the Blue dog, one I eyed up every time that I have been in Glasgow for the past year and now I'm old enough to drink there! WIN. It was amazing! Chillaxing with my P and catching up about guys, buisness, bitches and our general life plans. It was so scary thinking about how much everything has changed since school. It's too scary actually. Life is moving far too quickly for me to keep up with. It is depressing. We'll survive though. I'm doing my degree and P has started advertising her expertise in beauty therapy and has a good few homers booked. We'll get there. I know it'll all be fine in the end.

In the Blue Dog we were the only ones in the bar so we got the full attention of the once again yummy waiter, he made us up a cocktail with eggwhite in it and it was lovely! Gotta love an amaretto sour! Then  I had a strawberry field and a blue dog and something else! They were all beauts. I love cocktails but love P more :D Such a good night. We will be doing it again very soon, migh just skip dinner this time and eat more cocktails instead. I think I'll take Mammy there soon as a good treat. We will drink Manhattans and Cosmopolitans or Dirty Martinis, ahhhh I can see it now :D

So after a chatting for an age me and P left the famous Blue Dog and got a chippy before getting on separate trains. Best day I have had in a good while. Can't wait till our next day.


Today wasn't too bad either. A Delict lecture and work.... and I got my first wage slip. I am happy. Very happy :) Think I might cut up my card though so I stop spending and it accumulates, that would be nice. I don't think I really need food that much..... I have pasta their anyways. 

Well that sums up my past week. Got a seminar in 9 and a half hours then another cheeky wee shift at work.... MORE MONEY! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYYY!

That had to be said. For the time being I'd best get some sleep. New me I think. I'm being tidy, productive organised and I'm sleeping. Wow. Change for the better I think. Well anyway as I said I'm off to bed for some sleep so nightynight blogface! xxx

Monday 21st of November 2011

Hello my bloggy friend.

Today has been ever so productive. Tutorial work done and discussed. Spent a couple of hours up at the castle and then had some of the extra creamy hot chocolate as a wee well deserved reward. I've been back at halls for three hours now and so far I haven't done too much. I ate some scrambled egg, cleaned all the dirty dishes that were lying about my room, tidied up my room a little bit and watched one episode of Sex and the City, what brilliant ability to procrastinate I have. Now I'm sitting in my room feeling all sorry for myself and slightly homesick. I just wanna curl up and cry and to be very honest I can't even begin to explain why, because really, even I don't even know. Wanted to drown my sorrows with the  girls but they're not up for it so I've decided to turn all my negative energy into something more positive. Or at least I hope I will. I'm going to tidy up everything; hoover, dust, the works then lay out my study stuff for tomorrow and make sure everything is ready for P coming over on Wednesday. That will be a good escape! I cannot wait for her chat and hugs and general amazing self, our catch ups are always the best. With any luck her visit and words of wisdom will be what pull me out of this emotional rut that I am in. P will sort it, somehow she does have that ability. She is one hell of a friend.

My day hasn't been that exciting I don't know what else to write. Maybe I'll just stop there and put an end to my procrastination. Yup. That is thee plan.

Goodnight blogface.

Wow Prince

I'm not your lover, I'm not your friend, I am something that you'll never comprehend. Gosh I really do love Prince! What a musical genius! <3 I adore him!