Ooops

Drunky drunk drunk drunk. Teehee.
I am a very happy Coyote.
And that is all.
:)

B-Sides and Seasides

Feeling fantastic. Had a lovely beach filled weekend, one being an actual beach, the other actually an excuse to make a drunk arse of oneself but named Brighton Beach so it counts. Yet to decide which was better. I powered through the freezing cold, trousers rolled up and shoes off down the beach on Thursday to go for a bit of a paddle, whilst my friend observed from the warmth of the path. Unfortunately she disallowed making sand angels as she didn't want a sandy car.

Brighton Beach on the other hand was just rather hilarious. I must remember never to wear my sister's black boots ever again for they resulted in me sliding all over the place all night and twice properly falling over, thank goodness for the man who picked me up as I was too busy laughing to get up myself.

Loved the presence of Kate's "bitch" and the random man who popped up in all pictures. Much apologies to the sweaty man who was made wetter when my pint went down his arm. Too tired to communicate properly so this may need some editing when I'm more alive.

Gee, thanks Becca!

1p flights? I think so, good Sir!

The prospect of a bargainous break to some nice city in Europe has excited me greatly.

Where to go though? The popular choice amongst friends seems to be Nimes for the possibility of sun, the fact that it's only for two nights and the idea of very cheap wine. Sounds perfect to me too, especially with the addition of some Roman remains!

The problem is, nobody will give me a definite yes! I felt that it would be a plan to get the flights just in case, I think I can spare 14p for 7 return flights! Then a terrible thing happened though, I informed the computer that I have a Maestro rather than a Visa Electron and it is now costing me £14.14! I closed the page and folded my arms in a strop...before realising what I was doing! How can I possibly find it unreasonable to pay £2.02 for a return flight to the south of France, including taxes? I hadn't realised I'd become so cheap since giving up my part time job.

I'm still yet to bring myself to buying the tickets, I'm awaiting confirmation from my friends still, as bad as I feel about this I can't force myself to get over this stupidity.

A good slap is what I need.

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I will eternally deteste myself for this.

Day trip!

My best friend Sarah has recently passed her driving text and is loving being able to drive all over the place in her Mam's cars during the Easter holidays so she dropped her Mam off at work this morning and then drove other to collect me. We'd decided last night that we were off to High Force, the biggest waterfall in England and so she arrived to find me in my tracksuit bottoms, hiking boots, the full works while she had her jeans, doll shoes and the announcement that we were now going to go to Barnard Castle. I decided not to moan as it is also very beautiful and so I'd still have the chance to test out my new camera, although I have still failed to finish off my film (yeah, it's old school) and am likely taking the worst pictures ever.

Living in the middle of nowhere it's a mission finding the way to anywhere from my house but she thrust a map into my arms and didn't seem to see the need for looking up directions. After a wrong turn when she failed to listen to me we quickly turned round and were back on track. I'm very proud that was the only slip up made on the way there and we were soon sat on a bench overlooking the castle and river eating our packed lunches.

A walk around the castle and by the river and a lot of pictures taken by me later we were absolutly freezing and so found a delightful teashop and had a pot of tea and a cream scone each, although after three cups she couldn't hack the rest so I finished hers off, along with my entire pot. I think I'm still buzzing from the caffeine. After warming up we went in almost every shop on the route back to the car in search of an antique tea pot like the ones we'd just being served from since we'd decided to have our own tea party this Thursday. No luck there though so I think just the boring ceramic one shall have to do.

The way home was slightly more interesting, living in the middle of nowhere means there aren't many signs to help you get back there. I recognised straight away when we made a wrong turn and was feeling extremely proud of myself for getting us back on track until 20 minutes later we'd done a complete circle and were back to where we'd made he mistake in the first place. Luckilly we managed to find the missed turn that time round though.

For the first outing I think we did rather well though, although it may be a much harder task making it to Alnwick Castle (the outside of Hogwarts in the Harry Potter films!) on Friday as I believe that shall take about 2 hours. It'll be worth it if we make it to see the battle reconstructions though! Fingers crossed ready.

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Happy St Patrick's Day!

My Irish half wants to spend the day getting ridiculously drunk, and let's face it...so does my Scottish half.

I really need to be healed!

Friends Forever?

I'm currently living away from home for the first time.
Don't get me wrong, I am thoroughly enjoying my "new found freedom" and I have met a lot of wonderful people.
I've also left behind some wonderful people too though, people who have also moved on to start their new lives away from home and now don't seem to have time for any aspects of their old life.
It got me thinking about friends that have passed in and out of my life, very few have remained throughout the majority of my short life which I concluded is because most friends we make are forced upon us due to circumstances; such as friends from school, neighbours or clubs and now friends who I have been forced to live with for the next few years.
Then after those few years will they too, like so many before them, dissapear from my life without us taking a second glance at one another?
I voiced this concern to a friend who I have not known for long, but a good friend who I do not rely upon in a certain environment but who I feel is a friend I was able to choose fully with no other forces playing their part in it.
He wisely told me:
Remember that not all friends that you meet are going to turn into friends for life but that doesn't mean you can't have fun and learn things and take them for what they are while they are around.
I'm not sure how I feel about this still though.
Surely loyalty is a large part of friendship?
How can that exist knowing that as soon as circumstances change again, as soon as we're thrust head first into our "old lives" it will be as though the years we spent away didn't matter and we'll no longer have these new people around?

Maybe it's just my home sickness upsetting me and making me think like this.
I just felt compelled to jot down my thoughts and worries.

RIP Hector

=(

Cured!

So I'm finally back from hospital, well I actually returned last night but I was far too occupied talking to the boy.

It turns out that I was suffering from a condition which is common amongst 18 months to three years old. Trust me to be a complete freak! So I had my tummy cut open, my small intesting unfolded and I am back on my solid food and home now. Hallelujah!

I never thought I'd be so pleased to see my housemates, as much as I love them, I cried twice before I even made it through the door, once because I was hugged and then again because I was offered a cup of tea. I mean, really, I get offered cups of tea at least 5 times a day and never before has it resulted in tears!

Costa then also managed to make me cry, I should make sure he doesn't feel too bad about this as it truely was not a bad thing. He was so lovely, I got to read part of his journal, non of which I am willing to share with a single being, other than to say that it was utterly, amazingly perfect. I've known he's incredible the whole time I've knowm him, but I didn't know it was to such an extent!

In worse news I also recieved a visit whilst in hospital from my "brother", the inverted commas are necessary not purely because of my current views of him but because he is not my real brother, he is the son of my dad's wife but they are currently undergoing a divorce. The reason for this will also elaborate on why I have feelings against my "brother. My father and Anna, my step mum since the age of three, are divorcing because of my dad's affair. An affair which I found out about but struggled over. I didn't know what to do with the information I had, I knew I should have told Anna and I wish I could have been selfless enough to have done that but I believe I redeemed myself in the end, and it is hard to risk your own happiness to do the right thing when so much is at stake. I've already lost my biological mother when I was three, she was so good as to tell her husband that I was not his child before she died and so I was dumped upon my biological father and although he hated me he had no choice but to bring me up. I'm going off on a tangent with this sob story though. I eventually confronted my father about what I knew, i informed him that if he did not tell Anna then I certainly would because I love her and I know she deserves so much more. He did tell her and although I knew everything would be fine I truely felt as though I had done the right thing. My step brother, Johnny, on the other hand did not agree. He is in France doing a ski season, well he was until I went into hospital, and so I hadn't spoke to him for a while, he found out from Anna about my father and my part played in the unfolding of the truth. He did not think I had done the right thing, in Johnny's eyes his mother is the most important thing in the world and he disliked me greatly for not going straight to her. I knew that eventually he would forgive me, realise how hard it was for me, even if I hadn't have been ill he would have came to see me eventually. But that doesn't stop me from hating him. Costa. is the only person I have spoke to about this and he was ever so lovely and tried to talk "sense" into me but as amazing as he seriously is he doesn't understand. His family are his world and they would never hurt him or each other, if anything bad were to happen his sister would always be by his side. I believed the same would happen between me and Johnny but he abandoned me, after so many important people in my life have. He knew how badly that would affect me. And for that I shall hate him for an eternity.

This is starting to get very depressing now. I am home, I am in love, I am happy. Things aren't perfect but I'll get by, and so nothing matters.

The beginning...?

With my black screened blog and my energy saving light bulb I am surely single handedly saving the planet! Well, perhaps it would be more beneficial for me to get off the computer, but what the heck.

Having a lovely day today of being in the most unbareable pain imaginable! This is ironicly due to the stress of my massive work load...or so my doctor would have me believe anyway. So now, rather than being able to wander to the library to get started on research for my second of four essays I am stuck home, propped up with pillows and being fed drugs by my medic housemate...brilliant!!! Only when I'm ill do I want so badly to learn about Greeks and Romans.

Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to begin the painting of Fran's birthday canvas. Wish me luck on my lame attempt at productivity.