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Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Participating.
My absence is inexcusable. I find it difficult to find the time to keep a blog now that I'm home but really am trying . I want to blog, bare with me.
I've been feeling so weird lately, entirely out of sorts I guess would be an accurate way to describe it. Everything has been turned upside down and I don't really know what to make of it at all basically.
At the moment, I'm on the brink of starting a course to become a chef, which, quite frankly, is insane. I mean, me, a chef? If you told me this is what I'd be doing two years ago I would've laughed in your face! I've never made a meal more complicated than soup and here I am making multiple courses for multiple people, absolute insanity. And what's weird, I am enjoying it. I love my job, the people I work with are great. Things in this aspect of my life are really looking up; other aspects, however, not so much.
My love life is somewhat nonexistent but that's more to my own doing than lack of interest (not to sound big headed there, but really). Things were going really well with this guy but what always happens happened: I bailed. Like the pussy I am, I bailed. I have only myself to blame.
My sister is moving in - boyfriend, baby and all, for an indefinite amount of time. I can't say I'm entirely looking forward to it. They move in tomorrow.
Most of my friends have left for Uni now, or for a similar fate. I could probably count my friends on my fingers now, I have also noticed that they are all male. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that but it's too ate to do anything about it now. My Mother is rapidly becoming my best friend. I love her m,ore than anything else but is it lame for an 18 year old girl to have her Mother as her bestest? Admittedly, lame or not, it's happened now.
It's all a bit up in the air with my siblings and I rarely talk to, let alone see, my Father. In all honesty, life, living in general, was so much easier in the States. I find myself wanting to go back more with each day that passes.
Christmas is on the mind and I'm dreading it already. I am working 10-4 though... would be 100% Scroogeville to say luckily? I do hope that, because I'm working Christmas, I won't have to work New Years. I want to go somewhere with fireworks. Fingers crossed it works out, I have somewhat a bad feeling something will go wrong but we;ll see ll too soon I guess.
I've been feeling so weird lately, entirely out of sorts I guess would be an accurate way to describe it. Everything has been turned upside down and I don't really know what to make of it at all basically.
At the moment, I'm on the brink of starting a course to become a chef, which, quite frankly, is insane. I mean, me, a chef? If you told me this is what I'd be doing two years ago I would've laughed in your face! I've never made a meal more complicated than soup and here I am making multiple courses for multiple people, absolute insanity. And what's weird, I am enjoying it. I love my job, the people I work with are great. Things in this aspect of my life are really looking up; other aspects, however, not so much.
My love life is somewhat nonexistent but that's more to my own doing than lack of interest (not to sound big headed there, but really). Things were going really well with this guy but what always happens happened: I bailed. Like the pussy I am, I bailed. I have only myself to blame.
My sister is moving in - boyfriend, baby and all, for an indefinite amount of time. I can't say I'm entirely looking forward to it. They move in tomorrow.
Most of my friends have left for Uni now, or for a similar fate. I could probably count my friends on my fingers now, I have also noticed that they are all male. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that but it's too ate to do anything about it now. My Mother is rapidly becoming my best friend. I love her m,ore than anything else but is it lame for an 18 year old girl to have her Mother as her bestest? Admittedly, lame or not, it's happened now.
It's all a bit up in the air with my siblings and I rarely talk to, let alone see, my Father. In all honesty, life, living in general, was so much easier in the States. I find myself wanting to go back more with each day that passes.
Christmas is on the mind and I'm dreading it already. I am working 10-4 though... would be 100% Scroogeville to say luckily? I do hope that, because I'm working Christmas, I won't have to work New Years. I want to go somewhere with fireworks. Fingers crossed it works out, I have somewhat a bad feeling something will go wrong but we;ll see ll too soon I guess.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
A Week in the Life,
The last time I blogged it was almost a week ago, I've since realized that my updates will not be regularly or even routinely but please know they will come and they will be relatively lengthy. I'm not sure what, if anything has changed since Sunday but I'll go through the week.
So, Sunday evening I had to leave the house... I was somewhat flabbergasted by a certain someone but I shan't disclose further as that's not something I wish to shed light on. Instead of staying at home I went out with a friend. He's the kind of guy I could not see for a year but bump into him and it was be as if we'd seen each other yesterday which is actually what had happened. When I was, say, around 15 I met him - he was older than I but I'm not sure of his age then. We hit it off immediately, not in a flirtatious way but pertaining to more of a brotherly type of friendliness. Throughout the year our friendship increased and we got closer and closer. In the August I attended his 18th birthday so when we met he must've been only 17, of course. Maybe a few months post his birthday we somewhat drifted apart due to circumstances neither of us could alter which I thought was ok, we'd had a good run. A few months past then we bump into each other again and keep in touch for a short while but again, we dwindled somewhat and our communication ceased. This happened a few more times until quite recently. I bumped into him in Tesco before I left for America and we promised we had to catch up and that we did. We went out and updated each other on what had been happening to us and it was lovely. He had always been such a good friend and I missed him in that way, I was somewhat short on good friends around that time so upon my departure I promised I'd contact him upon my return home - which I did that Sunday night. We went out, we laughed, we talked, we updated. He's always been able to cheer me up perfectly. I didn't get home until perhaps 2am.
Monday I was going to Lowestoft with my Mother as her side of the family live up there. We had a really nice day with different family members. We spent a long time wandering along the shore on the beach, I'm keen on my photography (if you hadn't noticed) so I spent a lot of time clicking away. The differences between beaches here and beaches in America were absolute; I didn't mind however, it was nice to walk and observe, opposed to laying and splashing about. We ventured home later than we should've but she didn't mind and neither did I.
Tuesday was a good day - I spent some time with friends I actually like and also a lot of time clearing out and up my bedroom, by the time I was finished I was really proud of myself. I then went to work for the first time since I'd been back. The shift went quickly and it was nice to see everyone again but by the time I finished I was so ready to go, I ached and felt like shit. My boss bought me a drink as he talked to me about my possibilities in the kitchen as I'm not going to University. He said if I were interested he could sort me out an NVQ in catering which I am really interested in, I am thinking about it seriously at the moment in par with another apprenticeship I could be going into.
On the Wednesday I woke up feeling somewhat similar to death. My tonsils were swollen, my glands, my tongue and my face all swollen - it were terrible. I went to the doctors but they failed to book me an appointment, they also failed to call me back which I am rather put out about. It's a good job I'm used to tonsillitis. I met up with some friends for an hour then spent the rest of the day on the ouch in my pyjamas.
Thursday was a good day, I went to my friend Morgan's. He's brilliant, I love him so. We're so very similar, we watched Thor and comedians until it were time for me to come home, get ready and go out again. I was meeting up with the boy I blogged previously about. I do quite like him, he's nice and we had a lovely evening. He walked me home and kissed me upon my doorstep.
It's now Friday and my Mother and I spent the day in Cambridge, I'm off to work in half an hour and tomorrow it's my Fathers birthday.
I'm not sure sure why I've written about what I've done, I'm sure no one cares but once I'd started I'm simply couldn't stop, desire my still being ill this week has been nice. I still 100% want to go back to America but I'm here now so I may as well make the best of it.
So, Sunday evening I had to leave the house... I was somewhat flabbergasted by a certain someone but I shan't disclose further as that's not something I wish to shed light on. Instead of staying at home I went out with a friend. He's the kind of guy I could not see for a year but bump into him and it was be as if we'd seen each other yesterday which is actually what had happened. When I was, say, around 15 I met him - he was older than I but I'm not sure of his age then. We hit it off immediately, not in a flirtatious way but pertaining to more of a brotherly type of friendliness. Throughout the year our friendship increased and we got closer and closer. In the August I attended his 18th birthday so when we met he must've been only 17, of course. Maybe a few months post his birthday we somewhat drifted apart due to circumstances neither of us could alter which I thought was ok, we'd had a good run. A few months past then we bump into each other again and keep in touch for a short while but again, we dwindled somewhat and our communication ceased. This happened a few more times until quite recently. I bumped into him in Tesco before I left for America and we promised we had to catch up and that we did. We went out and updated each other on what had been happening to us and it was lovely. He had always been such a good friend and I missed him in that way, I was somewhat short on good friends around that time so upon my departure I promised I'd contact him upon my return home - which I did that Sunday night. We went out, we laughed, we talked, we updated. He's always been able to cheer me up perfectly. I didn't get home until perhaps 2am.
Monday I was going to Lowestoft with my Mother as her side of the family live up there. We had a really nice day with different family members. We spent a long time wandering along the shore on the beach, I'm keen on my photography (if you hadn't noticed) so I spent a lot of time clicking away. The differences between beaches here and beaches in America were absolute; I didn't mind however, it was nice to walk and observe, opposed to laying and splashing about. We ventured home later than we should've but she didn't mind and neither did I.
Tuesday was a good day - I spent some time with friends I actually like and also a lot of time clearing out and up my bedroom, by the time I was finished I was really proud of myself. I then went to work for the first time since I'd been back. The shift went quickly and it was nice to see everyone again but by the time I finished I was so ready to go, I ached and felt like shit. My boss bought me a drink as he talked to me about my possibilities in the kitchen as I'm not going to University. He said if I were interested he could sort me out an NVQ in catering which I am really interested in, I am thinking about it seriously at the moment in par with another apprenticeship I could be going into.
On the Wednesday I woke up feeling somewhat similar to death. My tonsils were swollen, my glands, my tongue and my face all swollen - it were terrible. I went to the doctors but they failed to book me an appointment, they also failed to call me back which I am rather put out about. It's a good job I'm used to tonsillitis. I met up with some friends for an hour then spent the rest of the day on the ouch in my pyjamas.
Thursday was a good day, I went to my friend Morgan's. He's brilliant, I love him so. We're so very similar, we watched Thor and comedians until it were time for me to come home, get ready and go out again. I was meeting up with the boy I blogged previously about. I do quite like him, he's nice and we had a lovely evening. He walked me home and kissed me upon my doorstep.
It's now Friday and my Mother and I spent the day in Cambridge, I'm off to work in half an hour and tomorrow it's my Fathers birthday.
I'm not sure sure why I've written about what I've done, I'm sure no one cares but once I'd started I'm simply couldn't stop, desire my still being ill this week has been nice. I still 100% want to go back to America but I'm here now so I may as well make the best of it.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Gene Stratton-Porter
If you are lazy and accept your lot, you may live in it. If you are willing to work, you can write your name anywhere you chose.
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