8 megapixels. Not that I care…
8 megapixels. Not that I care…
Shiny new phone! I have officially had a fun fake christmas day, who wouldn’t have after getting a pretty new phone that’s all swish and lovely. I’m sure I’ll be bored of it soon. But for now I take advantage of it.
Also I forgive Charlie for his stupidness and I really love him.
That is all!
It’s fake Christmas tomorrow and instead of making my family last minute presents I’m watching ‘The Omen’ and pretending to write an essay on Relativism. I am a good and noble human being/member of my family. Oh well, Florida in a few days!
Desperately trying to stay awake in preparation for yet another night shift. I fear I may not succeed, sleep is far too tempting and wonderful. Silent Witness may keep me awake for long enough. We shall see. Bloody work. IM NEARLY DONE!
I’ve slept two hours in the last forty eight and I still can’t make myself sleep! Why do I exist? Anyway, just finished work and made myself some Thai Chicken Soup with some Lemon Squash - oddly satisfying. Now I’m just sitting around playing Pokemon, I finally caught something that wasn’t a pissing Psyduck. Might watch a bit of Lizzy the 1st. Who knows, the waking world is my oyster…
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A sleep clinic….Failing that, I’d quite like to go to a big man made monument like the Eiffel tower or The Statue of Liberty. Then I could stand on top, breath in the air and be humbled by my minuscule existence….Of course that’s only if no-one can find me some way to get to sleep!
I seem to have contracted a severe form of insomnia - where once I was a lazy oaf who could while away entire weeks without an ounce of consciousness seeping through, I now find myself constantly staring at the ceiling in the hopes that it’ll fall down and knock me into some type of less than conscious state. But alas no. And so once more I find myself attempting to waste time recording my feelings, joy of utter joys. P.S. I also attempted Twitter….we all know it will not stick.
Sometimes you don’t
Post number two, blogging is already proving to be a tiresome experience. It’s been a long week - I have been back to Cardiff for a weekend of lovey dovey things with a person who was quite nice. Now, naturally they are avoiding contact with me for an unknown reason and I am still undecided as to whether I want my partner back. But either way I got lots of free food from this weekend away, my lover knows how to pay for things.
I’m nearing the end of my eighteenth year of life and am working in a Nursing Home. I have seen eleven deaths in four months and several friends have disappeared from my life; I can safely say that adulthood is a thing that will take some getting used to. I have recently spilt from my partner for an indefinite amount of time due to infidelity (I am purposefully neglecting to mention who is suffering more from said infidelity) and an unsettled nature on my part. I live with sister number two of three, the middle sister, the mother, the one with the overly confident and eternally irritating little girls aptly named, ‘Annoying Bitches’ – named by myself, naturally. Sister two of three also has an alopecian wigger husband with a great heart and an even greater wit not matched by his intellectual prowess. My room is a disgusting receptacle for male bodily fluids, hair, dirt ridden clothes and teenage laziness A.K.A not giving a shit about hygiene in any way.
Currently riding a train on a child ticket after visiting the beret wearing best friend in Cardiff for the weekend – the weekend was born from many things;
1. I had recently spilt from my year long partner.
2. I was avoiding an audition in London.
3. I was avoiding annoying Children.
4. I was avoiding reality.
5. I was avoiding a Doctor’s appointment.
6. I was flirting with a human in Cardiff and I wanted into their pants.
7. I just wanted to.
The weekend was not a success, no rebound was had and I am being shoved back into reality with even less contentment than I left it with. Shit. Oh well, eleven hours of slavery this evening to take my mind off of it. I will destroy Fat Girl from Work if she unloads one peep of her childish dim-witted mind in my direction. Only my problems matter. They may not be huge nor world changing, but they are my problems and I will dwell on them for as long as I see fit.