Spreading my wings

I feel a little shaky... I'm starting to leave the nest.

My wings are finally starting to spread and the feathers are starting to grow... yes people, I've taken the first step. I guess I really am grown-up now.

The impossible finally happened people, I managed to get a job... somehow :D I'm officially a barmaid at the Roaring Donkey, a pub in the village next to me. The walk during the day is very pleasant, a stroll across a field and up a road and country lanes, but during the night (During which i will be working) I'll have to use cabs. Well, be no difference if I smoked, huh? Only a fiver a night.

I hope I get paid monthly. Then I could properly keep tabs on my wages and the temptation isn't at my fingertips next time I want a sandwich or something I don't need.

I can hear the rain outside my window now, tapping on the window and certainly not helping my newfound paranoia.

Confused?

Long story cut short: Daniel bought Bioshock for the 360, and I decided to give it a go. I am now officially terrifed of dentists. Especially dentists in knee deep water and thick fog. And games like that make me paranoid. I am now very jumpy until Daniel returns home, which will be in about... 1 hour 40 minuites. Very long for someone in a creepy as hell house which has scratchy noises an boilers. I wish I never played it.



Nice.



Just a filling. Honest.


Walk-of-life Out.

"Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue- tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I" ~ Pink Floyd's Learning to Fly

an old entry and a reveiw

Is it me, or does the New Year seem to be the busiest time of the year?

Anyone who says Januarys are boring is lying. Lying through their teeth. Since the last post I wrote in this blog, I have lost a sister and gained a very distant step- something. Well, many things have happened on that front but I don’t really like talking about arguments, especially the particularly nasty ones.

On another, brighter note, I have noticed that spring is once again in the air. I do love the first notes of spring. The air smells different, that fresh, green smell that wafts on the breeze that’s neither too hot nor too cold. I love awakening into a wintry world where the earth is encrusted with ice and frost, and watching and feeling the world awaken and warm as the day wears on.

It makes me happy, more energetic; the touch of the sun warming my back even when I am indoors just gives me a sense of hope. It’s also infectious!

You can feel this hope from every creature on earth as they wake up from their winter slumber, from the tiniest crocus (The first flowers) to the first bars of the song that the blackbird sings. Soon we will be hearing the dawn and dusk chorus, that beautiful watery warbling of the morning song.

(It also makes me feel much more poetic ;-)

One of the early stories of Valentine is that the birds paired up with their mates on the 14th February, especially the dove, who it and it’s relatives mate for life. Valentine’s Day is actually deeply centred on spring birds, ever heard of the bird of love, the Turtledove? Or Lovebirds, cooing and billing each other? And when you hear two lovers kissing and calling each other pet names, it’s said that they are “cooing” to each other, or the way a mother “coos” to a baby.

I have also deducted that February is the mating month for humans. Or more specifically, my family. No, don’t laugh; it’s quite true! There are 7 family members so far recorded that were born in September- October months, plus several more born in November. And Daniel, he was born a day before me! Seems that there’s a strong family link here. Wonder if it’s hereditary? :D

The Libra Link. I could make a million out of that term!

This was the blog entry I had written on the day before Valentines Day. Wow, I was in a good mood! Today is a different story with the weather front. It seems today that Mother Nature has gone into a fierce cold snap, laying thick fog over my town like some large, sinister blanket, making the once-blue skies grey and thick.

And along with the weather going downhill, my taste seems to have slipped with it. On my break from maths questions on ratio (which in the first five minuites made my frontal lobe shut down from confusion) I took the time, in my temporary insanity, to buy a Ginsters Indian Style Spicy Chicken Pasty.
And wow, do my taste buds hate me right now. Armed with a strawberry milkshake (my old faithful) and chewing gum ready to re-fresh my breath, I opened the package eagerly and took my first chunk.

At first I was surprised that it actually tasted Indian. Well, Indian-ish. The chicken tasted manufactured, wishy-washy and reminiscent of the meat skewers that I ate at a recent party that almost gave me chronic food poisoning. Maybe it’s just me as I am started to enjoy salad a lot more than I used to and actually moving off of the carnivorism, which, not that long ago, used to be my lifeblood.

The pastry was bland, the meat was bland, the colour was bland, and the flavour was, you guessed it… BLAND! The only strong essence to it was that the maker had stuffed this poor pastry to the brim with cloves, which made the mush inside taste remarkably like Chanel No.5. After this harrowing experience (and I ate the whole lot save for the end when I couldn’t stomach any more taste torture), I actually rinsed and gargled my mouth with my strawberry milkshake. Can anyone say “Cavity”?

Now, as I sit writing this entry, I am busy chewing two Wrigley’s spearmint gums whilst my digestive tract recovers.

Avoid the Indian Pasties at all costs. I don’t care if you’re in the middle of nuclear winter and you’ve got three limbs growing out of your chest and your kidneys have bred, DON’T TOUCH THEM.

Gnaw that ear off that’s growing on your foot. It’s probably more nutritious anyway.


“From now on, I’ll connect-the-dots my own way” ~ Bill Watterson

Writers block

Its about as big my HOUSE.

Seriously, who has writers block big enough to stop them writing in their blog? Their blog. It seems that Chesney Hawkes is the only entity to even make me dare to write down in this web log of mine.

Artistic creativity is fine, however. I've churned out some brilliant stuff. it seems that my creativity ebbs in two rivers and hasnt got the ability to multitask, being one or the other. Unlike my real life, In which I am finding myself in more and more situations where I am required to make tea, cook, write application forms and wash up the dishes all in the space of 5- 10 minuites. Jesus, im not superwoman. Which I really, dearly wish i were sometimes.

On another, more cheerful note, It was mine and Daniels first Valentine's day together, In which started with a little bit of a comedic whimper rather than a full blown passionate affair, much unlike some other, luckier couples. In the middle of our *ahem* antics, we were surprised to my dear old daddy-in-law bursting in, opening curtains, yelling all the way. Its like he knew...

However the day carried on quite nicely, and built up more and more into quite simply, the best Valentines day i have ever had the pleasure to experience. Jesus, I am so very lucky to have my daniel. I think that very often nowadays.

Sometimes I think it too often. Sometimes I find myself, in the middle of our hugs, suddenly gripping onto his back and holding him as tight as I can, as though any hug might be our last. I dunno, I get so very frightened sometimes, anything can happen around the corner. Sometimes I find myself praying that nothing will come along to ruin this wonderful gift we both share. I might be negative, paranoid, whatever. But whatever comes along in the future, I intend to treasure every secnd we have together.

And on another note (phew, this writing exactly whats on your mind thing really seems to have worked), my cousin Marie is coming to stay with us this weekend. And frankly, I couldnt be happier. She's safe here. She has me, Mum, John and Daniel all here, looking after her. Well, not so much Daniel as of yet as they are practically still strangers, but that doesnt matter as of yet. They're shy of eachother still, but he's still got her back. Anyway, the reasons why she is gracing us with her presence this weekend is quite classified and not exactly what I want plastered over the internet and only known to a few friends and family, but to you, it's a long story. So I wont tell.

Nyah.

Well, that seems to have worked for the second. Oh yeah, you might wonder why the post from last month has been deleted. it caused me a huge amount of guilt (brought on by myself) and for personal reasons I am taking it down. But, Im still a supporter of topfree!

Hooray!

*Also, I have a job interview next week. Wish me luck! ;)