So why don't you slide?

I had the nicest dream about you last night. I was supposed to go out with this guy, but he wasn't very nice, and you offered to drive us. You said something to him and he let us go together and you took me to this restaurant. It got as far as paying some sort of charge but then I woke up. I was so depressed when I woke up. I only want to spend my time with you, as pathetic as that sounds.

In the dream I wore this dress and you told me I looked beautiful and you linked my arms. You were wearing a suit, you looked perfect.

Man, I wish you weren't so far away. I don't even know if you're in Wolverhampton at the moment. All I know is that I miss you. So much. I'm so close to e-mailing you but I know that you don't think we should talk properly until I'm 18. It's just so far away, and what if it's too late. What then?

Man, only idiots fall in love with...people like you. But dammnit I have and I wish you read this blog.

Can You Pretend I'm Amazing?

I love this song so much, I'm gonna share it with you all.

Amazing - Blue October

How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax. I touch your still frame
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you
I scratch at your waist line... your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I make you my religion, my collision, an escape goat
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing...
Instead of what we both know
I cut to the punch line baby
Can you pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know

Now our history is for sale
And for that I apoligize
You see you're my only know how
The study of when I believe I belonged to you
You see I've made you into something delicious,
My sweet ghost
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Great lyrics, Great song. Download it. Now.

I take it all back...

Does exactly what it does on the tin. I'm sorry I was shit with you up til now. There's so much I didn't say, but I think I said enough. I hope I did.

Keep in touch

LOLZ

Herow!





After a productive college mag we came up with this very fetching picture.





OMDZ!

It's Ganfald, Init!

Enjoii.

Kthxbai!

Blogging about other people blogging

I just caught the start of the documentary on Channel 4 about the lady who decided to blog about her sex-life. I would link you but I have better things to do and if you Google 'Girl with a one track mind' then you shall find it there.

It was just interesting to see what other people blog about. It was just something I found amusing, I really have nothing of worth to say about the subject.

Ahem. Moving on.

I am going to Poland on Monday. Can't wait. Me and Rin are gonna sex up the Polish boys (see, there was a point to the start of this post). I guess I'm just restless and need something to do and here I am.

It's odd. There's this guy in the year above me at college and I am fascinated by him. Don't ask me why because I couldn't tell you. The only thing I can think of is he looks vaguely like Gerard Way. But I don't fancy him, no. I just like to look at him. Like an ornament. I don't even know his name. I don't really care, I just think he's pretty. It's very odd. He sat in front of me on the bus and I stared at his head for the whole journey. He has really nice, long black hair. It's a very strange occurence.

My drama teacher lost yet another one of my coursework sheets. AGAIN. Eejit. He lost my other one too and after claiming that he didn't lose things he eventually found it. GIMP.

Anyway,

Am gonna end this here. :)

Having a Blink 182 moment

I miss you and if you ever cared you would be here.

But you're not, so you didn't.

I was just a chore to you, I get that now. Poor little depressed girl, have to do something so she doesn't kill herself. Urgh. I'm alone. I understand that now and I don't want anything more from you. Once I'd left I should've known you would forget as quickly as possible.

There's something that I can't quite explain...

I want to kiss you. Is that forward of me? Every time you sit near me, every time you talk to me, every time you look at me, I want to kiss you.

It's not like me to want someone so badly. It's like me to wear my heart on my sleeve, sure, and I'm not opposed to drooling over Toro, but with you it's just something takes a hold of me and I want to be near you. I want to touch you. To kiss you.

Man, this isn't like me at all really, not a bit. Maybe it's the real thing, how the hell would I know? I've never been...there before. Even though every time with him and a few others I've been close. You're different. God aren't you different.

I can't think of anything more to say. Isn't that strange? With all the others I could write reams and reams, about how I miss them, about how they hurt me. But with you, you haven't hurt me. Sure, I miss you, but not in the aching way I missed them because I never had them like I almost have you. I know that come Monday I will see you. More importantly, you will see me. And I don't care if you never get it. I don't care if I'm wrong and I never get to kiss you, as long as you never know, there's no way I can get hurt. You see? Here's the logic. I'd sacrifice us to be around you. If no-one ever tells you how I feel and we can go on like this then where is the problem? For once, I am content.