Oh, Apple Sauce!

I have been craving waffles for about a month now, so today I finally bought some. I am yet to eat them though. Dunchfast was quite filling. We had a finger bun whilst we did out grocery shopping, toblerone whilst we were waiting for our homemade pizzas to cook, and then the pizza itself. The plan was to eat the waffles afterwards, but we were both so full that we didn’t bother. Instead he grabbed me in his arms, tipped me backwards and kissed me like they do in the movies. Oh, how sweet!

My hair is starting to bother me again. It always hits this point and becomes increasingly annoying. It just won’t work. It’s time for a haircut.

I go through phases, just recently I went through a nail polish stage. I painted my nails four times in a week. The nail polish stage ended because I got the flu, and had a coughing fit when I painted my nails.. so I only got the first coat done… and I couldn’t take it off because the nail polish remover would have been worse for my throat than the nail polish itself. So I had to keep it on until I was better… after that I lost interest in painting my nails. Now that the weather has been nicer I’ve been wearing skirts, and dresses. This will be my new phase for a little while.

My mother is cute. The other day she was listening to Lily Allen’s new album It’s Not Me, It’s You, and the song Fuck You came on. She started singing along to it, but instead of singing “Fuck you very much” she was singing “Thankyou very much”, she thought those were the words.

My mother thinks I’m a stalker now. I got home one day and she was sitting at the breakfast table, and she passed me a postcard and simply said “Your friends are weird”. It was a postcard from Caitlin, suggesting we go out stalking. Upon reading that… and already knowing I have a tendency to walk through The Music Shop in the hope of seeing an attractive male who goes by the name of Joe… mother has made the assumption that I am a stalker. Oh dear.

Dunchfast: Eating a combination of breakfast and lunch at around the time one would eat dinner.

Lately I have been having dunchfast a lot… sleeping in past breakfast with Hayd and lying in bed watching TV shows or films with him until we can be bothered to get out of bed… have our showers… drive down to the shops… buy something we can cook for lunch and come home and make it… by the time this is all done it is around five o’clock, and boy we’re starving.

It’s really nice though, staying in bed all day snuggling and giggling. It makes me feel so lazy, but I can’t bring myself to pry myself away from him.

NICKY WIRE CAN SUCK MY COCK!

“Nicky Wire wears a dress, he’d look better with a hole in his chest!”

I’m sorry, but I can’t take it anymore!!! FUCK!

You know those days you wake up feeling like a truck had hit you… but you have exciting plans so you must push through it… and you take a look at yourself in the mirror.. and you have bags under your eyes… suddenly your face has broken out in pimples because of lame hormones… your hair just won’t do what it usually does… and you go through outfit after outfit trying to find something that will make up for the fact that you’ve gained weight and look like you’re on the brink of becoming a zombie… only nothing you wear makes you feel any better at all, instead it just makes you feel worse… so you paint your nails… you pluck your eyebrows… you shave your legs, even though you’re wearing jeans… but you still have that same crummy feeling you’ve had all day… and suddenly you just don’t want to go out anymore… you want to crawl back into bed with a nice book and a cup of tea and that’s it.

I’m having one of those days. Every single item of clothing I have I’ve worn to bits, so I planned to go out shopping for a little while. I’d buy something nice, something that looked gorgeous, and everything would be better. But that plan failed, because I didn’t have enough time. Plus, I’m supposed to be saving money anyway. To further add to my negative mood, my mother pretty much called me a tramp today. What a perfect day to say such a thing. So now I’m feeling like a fat, ugly tramp. Great… Time for my final efforts before I leave. Things will be better when I get some hugs from him.

my mum just called me.

peachesbiensur:

fieldmanual:

she told me to get as much sushi as I want and to buy a movie I want (I will buy The Rocker). She will set up everything at home and we will watch a movie and eat sushi together.  This is going to be amazig.

your mum is awesome

 Last night my mother dearest and I got some chinese and had a Torchwood marathon. :) It was nice.

I feel like waffles!

It has come to my attention that I overuse the word “Amazing”, so it has been decided that I will replace the word “amazing” with “oh wow”.