Owls

I was walking through the deserted, derelict streets of Northwich this evening and a realisation hit me:

Don't you find it funny how there's some crazy statistic that states 80% of people who marry went to school together? How you could walk the same cobbled streets or shop at the same corner shop as the person you could potentially love with forever in bliss?

We all spend so much time obsessing and searching for something, reaching out...when really all it might take for us to find what we're looking would be to stand still long enough to see the world around us.

I'll search within myself, so that when this person finds me i'll be ready.


i will hold on hope, and i won't let you choke on the noose around your neck

there's no place like home

Awfully sorry for the emotional soft-rock that tarnished my last blog.
^(ahem, my chemical romance)


Needless to say, i'm feeling far cherpier these days and this is mostly due to the imminent resolution of the good ole' housing dilemma: Dad found a house!

It's in Northwichland, which after 17 years of living in Weaverham is beginning to seem ever more like the Emerald City. It's completely unlike the crack-den i had envisaged and i'm hoping there'll be a good future for me there with my brother/father. It'll hardly be turning any visitors green with envy...but it's enough.

"your crib is dead lush..."

Things are seeming to be a lot more optimistic now, and i'm terribly excited about what the future has to offer, even if that is exams. I can do anything.

Reasons to be happy:
o I now have a home.
o Summer is fast approaching.
o I feel like a metapod on the verge of being butterfree.

gotta love old school pokemon. (L)

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i'm at home. staying dry.

Brain isn't active

I feel a storm approaching, the thunderous dark clouds shrouding the landscape of my happier moods. It comes and goes so easily like a flash of lightning that sometimes if you blink you might just miss it. Something is coming, something monumental and i know that i am powerless to stop it, as in the grand scheme of things i am not in control now, nor have i ever been.

Waiting. Tick tock.

Scary to think that a facebook message can make or break you, that the little 'number one' emblazoned in a flood of red could be your potential undoing. Maybe it's my own fault for revealing my secrets too easily to the world, or maybe because the world already knew them.

I am an open book.

Waiting for somebody else to decide the plot.

As much as i would opt for a trashy romance, life is never that simple.

all i can do is brace myself for the coming rains, and hope that i remembered my umbrella.

oh snap

Peroxide can be a fickle mistress.

I have had raven black hair since the 29th August 2009, though i am a natural brunnette. I think it may have been escapism, or not wanting to be me anymore but i tried to suppress myself with my hair colour, distancing myself away from people.

But yesterday something clicked. I finally decided to change, and move away from the hair-dye-stained comfort blanket i'd become so accustomed to. Plus, it made me look like a china doll, and i am NO Sophie Ellis Bextor...

you sexy little pop star.

So, 5 sachets of bleach/hairdye and 24 hours later, i can safely announce that i now have a brown 'do with a redish raddish tint. Somebody's head-garden should be an extension of the person within, and in all honesty i can say that i am not an emotional blackhole, so i should stop poisoning my hair to look like i am one!

1. Stop being such an emo bigtick:)

(the work in progress)

o 5 boxes of bleach + hairdye: [£30.16]
o 2 creme eggs: [£0.46]
o my mini epiphany: [totally free <3]

In our family portrait

Currently in the process of moving out with my dad and little brother, which would be all kittens and rainbows, but the trouble is; we have no where to go. This is partly due to my dad's overindulgence in one of the seven deadly sins (pride). He wants to pretend that he can find us a place by himself and that he doesn't need anyone to help him because he doesn't want to bruise his own ego. His procrastination will eventually lead to my brother and i being split up yet again like two halves of a kinder bueno, which i'm not exactly looking forward to.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing, and it's good to know that my brain isn't just a sponge for *vodkadova.

*vodkadova [noun]//: a very cheap vodka that Daniel drinks when he's short of pennies.

However, on a much lighter note i am becoming increasingly impressed with my brother Aiden's versatility with regards to his 'look'. Once a haven for Kangol trackies and stripy paedophile-esque t-shirts, his wardrobe is getting better by the day. This morning he woke me up looking like Channing Tatum (if you've seen 'Dear John' you'll understand the comparison, if you haven't, then you should, i give it 4 stars).

let's have a look see for a loverly little Channing picture...

...bosh, there we go, he's the second on the left.

No word of a lie my little brother was wearing that exact same outfit, it gave me lots of enjoyment to point it out, so much so that i rewarded him with a £10 note for good fashion sense.

to do list
brush teeth [/]
look after niece [/]
be nice to aiden [it's an ongoing process]

this is about all for now, but i'm enjoying this blog lark so i might just stick at it.

Smack my blog up

when it has passed i shall be gone again,
a fragmented puppet, a grotesque fool.

4.48 Psychosis: Sarah Kane


Hello blogisphere.

I have finally decided to get off my butt and use my literacy for greater means than putting comments on facebook or writing poems when the mood takes me.
Firstly, i'm lame, super lame. I'm the person who spends 5 minutes wondering whether a love heart at the end of a status will result in my becoming a social pariah.
Secondly, this whole venture will probably come to a swift end when i realise that millions of people aren't actually bothered about what i think.
Thirdly, well that's all i've got for now but i pinky promise i'll write some more.

Definitely maybe.

Ps. i promise when the novelty of having a blog has worn off i'll stop speaking like such a tool.

Pps. i always keep my promises.