Goooooood evening, campers. More snow today. A blizzard, in fact. And I'm still smiling (: Sitting on my bed here, grinning and giggling to myself - feel like a right ninny, but I don't care. Tomorrow is monday, so back to college I go. Quite an easy day really, and it means I'm one day closer to Wednesday - can't waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait! Seriously, bouncing up and down on my bed because I'm so hyper! I get me cuddles (: yay!
Also getting a bit further on with the hunt for an outfit to wear to the April Wedding. I'm thinking a corset... with a knee-length skirt... black shoes (maybe lace up courts or something)... and black stockings. Some combination, huh? Might even get a cute wee fascinator for my hair, and go all 1950's burlesque style - just not over the top. Will be quite nice, along with black and silver accessories, and maybe some green in there since I'm planning on getting the green corset. Gotta match in, you know? I'll put up pics once I get the outfit together. Might wear the corset out to Dumpling's birthday or something. Will see how I'm feeling (:
Eeeeeeee I'm still hyper. He makes me smile sooo much, and I can hardly believe that I've met someone that makes me feel like I do! Ohhh noooo. I'm going all soppy. I can't help it though ): he's just lovely, and I'm happy for once.
Annnnnnyways. I think it's time I thought about bed. I have college in the morning, although I'd much rather go and see him, but I can't really afford to take any more time off, so I'll go in. Might keep me busy anyways.
Toodleoo the noo.
Dxx
Sunday 28 February 2010
A little side note
Just been reading through my blogs, and realised that I prayed to God, Allah, Santa and the muffin man, in hope that someone would come into my life and turn it around. It's happened! Seriously! All I need now is for that person/deity/present-giver/baker to identify themselves, so that I can hold up my end of the deal: worship them forever, and love them. Helloooo up there! Who are you??? Tell me and I'll love ya :) Thank you sooooo much. (I think it was the muffin man, but you can never be sure with these things.) It could, however, have been my mum. She's always looking out for me from up there, and maybe she pulled a few strings and brought me and him together in a seemingly random way. Guess I'll never really know, but I can always dream. Though, sometimes my dreams turn into nightmares.
Anyways, talking of dreams/nightmares, it's time to sleep.
Nighty night,
D for Daftie.xx
Anyways, talking of dreams/nightmares, it's time to sleep.
Nighty night,
D for Daftie.xx
Saturday Night Freezer
More snow! We had another foot on wednesday, and it was drifting over night. I had a visitor round on Wednesday, and he had to stay until tonight before we got his car pulled out. Poor guy, but it was a darned good excuse for him to stay :) Dare I say, I'm really happy right now. I think I've finally found someone that I actually click with, and not just a little bit. We click in many ways. He makes me smile so much, and tbh I'm so glad I met him. The last few days have been magic, though it feels like we've known eachother for years and I'm so comfortable around him, it's scary. I can honestly be myself, which is worrying, but it's a refreshing change compared to what I'm like with other guys. I don't have to pretend to be someone else. I don't have to pretend to like certain things - because we actually have so much in common. We like the same things, hate the same things, and we both enjoy eachother's company.
This said person made a comment about one of my other blog posts - presumably one about guys and how they upset me, or mess me around, or are all the same - and said he hoped he could change my mind. Well, let me tell you one thing: he most certainly has. There is a good guy out there. I've found one! I feel like holding up a huge flag and standing on the roof, shouting "OMG OMG OMG I've found a nice guy!". Though, if I did that, maybe he'd think I'm completely barking, and that can't be a good thing, surely. Or can it? There's only one way to find out. Nah, I'm only kidding. I don't plan on standing on a rooftop in the near (or very distant) future. Heights and me don't mix, much like oil and water.
Seriously, these past few days have been insane. The past 6 days have been, in fact. 6 days, and 6 dates. Well, 4 dates, but he landed up snowed in here, so let's just call it 6. I can't wait to see him again. I was sad to see him go, but the new me insists on focussing on the next time I see him and not on the fact that I'm not going to get any more cuddles for the next few days. Roll on Wednesday, baby ;) He gives damn good hugs. And cuddles. And makes me laugh. And keeps me cozy. And looks after me when I have a sore head. And doesn't mind if he's holding onto me when my dad shows up. Eeeeee. Can you tell I'm smiling? I must look like a total goofball right now.
Aaaaaand he's coming to Dumpling's birthday party with me. Woohoo! Mucho banter to be had. He said he could handle me when Double Trouble are together, but I think he may have underestimated the power of our giggles. That makes us sound like a pair of superhero's, a duo of destruction or something like that. But we're not. Though, we should be. It's going to be interesting seeing how he copes with us if we go hyper, which we more than likely end up doing, regardless of whether we want to or not! Hyperness just seems to find Dumpling and Doughball, like chewing gum finds the sole of your shoe: you can avoid it all you want, but it'll still appear no matter where you go!
Anyways. I think it's time I went to bed, without cuddles or my heater. Human heater, but a heater none-the-less. My eyes are drooping and I have the sneezes. I'm just thankful I don't have a headache right now, coz that would really finish me off! No cuddles, no giggles, no heater, no one to rub my back while I cry in pain. Yeah, he has a few uses. MOOOOOOOOOOOOON!.... yeah, that'll mean absolutely nothing to anyone but me and him. I don't know.... Muh. Nuffin'.
Right. Catch you later. Might do a weekly/monthly update tomorrow, but will see how I'm feeling. No doubt tired, sore, pathetic, cold, lonely and fairly optimistic about Wednesday. Woohoo!
Nighty night.
D for Dozer.xx
This said person made a comment about one of my other blog posts - presumably one about guys and how they upset me, or mess me around, or are all the same - and said he hoped he could change my mind. Well, let me tell you one thing: he most certainly has. There is a good guy out there. I've found one! I feel like holding up a huge flag and standing on the roof, shouting "OMG OMG OMG I've found a nice guy!". Though, if I did that, maybe he'd think I'm completely barking, and that can't be a good thing, surely. Or can it? There's only one way to find out. Nah, I'm only kidding. I don't plan on standing on a rooftop in the near (or very distant) future. Heights and me don't mix, much like oil and water.
Seriously, these past few days have been insane. The past 6 days have been, in fact. 6 days, and 6 dates. Well, 4 dates, but he landed up snowed in here, so let's just call it 6. I can't wait to see him again. I was sad to see him go, but the new me insists on focussing on the next time I see him and not on the fact that I'm not going to get any more cuddles for the next few days. Roll on Wednesday, baby ;) He gives damn good hugs. And cuddles. And makes me laugh. And keeps me cozy. And looks after me when I have a sore head. And doesn't mind if he's holding onto me when my dad shows up. Eeeeee. Can you tell I'm smiling? I must look like a total goofball right now.
Aaaaaand he's coming to Dumpling's birthday party with me. Woohoo! Mucho banter to be had. He said he could handle me when Double Trouble are together, but I think he may have underestimated the power of our giggles. That makes us sound like a pair of superhero's, a duo of destruction or something like that. But we're not. Though, we should be. It's going to be interesting seeing how he copes with us if we go hyper, which we more than likely end up doing, regardless of whether we want to or not! Hyperness just seems to find Dumpling and Doughball, like chewing gum finds the sole of your shoe: you can avoid it all you want, but it'll still appear no matter where you go!
Anyways. I think it's time I went to bed, without cuddles or my heater. Human heater, but a heater none-the-less. My eyes are drooping and I have the sneezes. I'm just thankful I don't have a headache right now, coz that would really finish me off! No cuddles, no giggles, no heater, no one to rub my back while I cry in pain. Yeah, he has a few uses. MOOOOOOOOOOOOON!.... yeah, that'll mean absolutely nothing to anyone but me and him. I don't know.... Muh. Nuffin'.
Right. Catch you later. Might do a weekly/monthly update tomorrow, but will see how I'm feeling. No doubt tired, sore, pathetic, cold, lonely and fairly optimistic about Wednesday. Woohoo!
Nighty night.
D for Dozer.xx
Saturday 13 February 2010
Time To Reflect
During the past few days, I've been doing a lot of thinking. Yes, I'm aware that's dangerous, but I have a cold and my brain doesn't think anything through properly. I have discovered a few things about myself - including the fact that I hate being alone. I really, really, really hate being on my own. I often wonder what I did to deserve the lonliness I feel, but I can't work it out, no matter how hard I try. I just don't get it. Maybe in a past life, I screwed up so much that I'll never find love in this life. Or maybe, I made such a mess in this one, that I'll never find anyone to accept me for who I am, regardless of how many mistakes I've made or what I've done to others. Whatever I did, I'm sorry, and I will be eternally grateful if whoever is up there would stop piling all this crap onto me.
To be honest, I don't know who/what is up there. Be it God, Allah, Santa Claus, or the muffin man. Whoever it is, I don't honestly care. I'll love you, worship you forever if you'd just give me a break for once in my life, and let me find happiness. Is that too much to ask for? Seriously?
All I've ever wanted is to find someone to care for me, be genuine enough not to mess with my heart and my head. Someone to look after me when I'm ill, let me do the same for them, accept me for who I am. Acknowledge my ambitions and support me through life, not doubting the love in my heart and allowing me to dream like there's no tomorrow. There's gotta be someone out there willing to do at least one of these things, hasn't there?
If this sounds like you, please do get in contact. And if you already have, tell me. Talk to me. I don't bite. Unless asked to. Sheesh, I sound like I'm writing some Lonely Souls ad, and failing miserably. I'm not that desperate. I just want to be loved. Gah.
Anyways, time for bed, or contemplation of bed anyways. It's nearly midnight and I'm unwell. Oooh time for Covonia! *Sings Covonia song*
Night night,
D for Doughball. xx
To be honest, I don't know who/what is up there. Be it God, Allah, Santa Claus, or the muffin man. Whoever it is, I don't honestly care. I'll love you, worship you forever if you'd just give me a break for once in my life, and let me find happiness. Is that too much to ask for? Seriously?
All I've ever wanted is to find someone to care for me, be genuine enough not to mess with my heart and my head. Someone to look after me when I'm ill, let me do the same for them, accept me for who I am. Acknowledge my ambitions and support me through life, not doubting the love in my heart and allowing me to dream like there's no tomorrow. There's gotta be someone out there willing to do at least one of these things, hasn't there?
If this sounds like you, please do get in contact. And if you already have, tell me. Talk to me. I don't bite. Unless asked to. Sheesh, I sound like I'm writing some Lonely Souls ad, and failing miserably. I'm not that desperate. I just want to be loved. Gah.
Anyways, time for bed, or contemplation of bed anyways. It's nearly midnight and I'm unwell. Oooh time for Covonia! *Sings Covonia song*
Night night,
D for Doughball. xx
Monday 8 February 2010
*Valentine's Special*
Heya everyone.
Have a good few weeks? Mine have been eventful! From telling old men off on the train for staring at me, to being on Edinburgh tour busses. The in-between was good too. I got into a size 12 dress(UK)! Finally! It's all I wanted. Should maybe keep the diet going, eh?
Ah well, I'm in Starbucks again. pretty much on first name basis with the staff now due to Dawn and I's frequent visits. Writing with my new glasses on. Didn't even realise how bad my eyes were until I was at the opticians!
Valentine's weekend is forcing itself upon us. Any plans? Me neither. Well, not really. Unless my other half has a surprise for me. Aye, right! Jammies, chocolate and a good film is the thoughts.
Anyhoo, gonna go.
Ciao,
Rachel xx
Have a good few weeks? Mine have been eventful! From telling old men off on the train for staring at me, to being on Edinburgh tour busses. The in-between was good too. I got into a size 12 dress(UK)! Finally! It's all I wanted. Should maybe keep the diet going, eh?
Ah well, I'm in Starbucks again. pretty much on first name basis with the staff now due to Dawn and I's frequent visits. Writing with my new glasses on. Didn't even realise how bad my eyes were until I was at the opticians!
Valentine's weekend is forcing itself upon us. Any plans? Me neither. Well, not really. Unless my other half has a surprise for me. Aye, right! Jammies, chocolate and a good film is the thoughts.
Anyhoo, gonna go.
Ciao,
Rachel xx
Private School
When you think of private schools, you automatically think of posh kids, sipping champagne, discussing past holidays to far-off exotic lands, portraying the upper-class of Britain, and having exceptional manners. Right? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret about what goes on behind the closed gates of these places: they're nothing like you think.
Ok, that's not strictly true, but the students are as bad as the kids found in cities, standing by a bin of burning grannies, making cabernet from babies' blood. If not worse. They have no manners, and think they are better than the rest of humanity, simply because they have a little spare cash burning a hole in their father's back pockets.
On Saturday night, I was at one of these institutions, playing at their 6th Form Ball. All the "gentlemen" were in black tie or kilts, and the "ladies" were in ballgowns. Or near enough. The lads' kilts were not made to fit - either hanging too long, or cut too short - and they wore scruffy shoes. Not to mention the long, floppy hair that could have been doing with a good comb. Maybe even a good trim. If I had been the mother of any of the boys there, I'd have been mortified to let them buy anything that poorly made.
As for the girls, they were barely wearing anything. The dresses were skimpy, and one was a steel-boned corset, and the owner nearly fell out of it. Little wonder. One lassie did fall out. Right in front of the band. I couldn't hold in the laughter.
And then the manners. There was a severe lack of those. I've seen better etiquette during feeding time at the zoo. Seriously. All the students walked around, looking down their plastic noses at me, acting the part of the rich toff's kid, pretending to be better than me - a lowly musician. But, one problem. They all had drunken staggers. Yes, rich kids in these private schools lack the ability to hold their drink. How much does it take? 1 beer and they're anyones. And that's the heavy drinkers. With alcohol in their system, they were as common as cat's dirt. If you moved out of their way, the stuck up little f*ckers didn't say thank you or anything. What happened to men being gentlemen and holding doors open for you? I had several slammed in my face. To be frank, I was very unimpressed.
Private school education doesn't seem to be worth all the money spent. All they get out of it is how to be stuck up, how to make their hair look ridiculous, and how to treat the rest of society like scum. Their lack of common sense was astounding. I would have more in my little finger than they would have collectively in a group of a hundred.
Yeah, it wasn't a great night.
Stay tuned for the weekly update coming shortly.
Dx
Ok, that's not strictly true, but the students are as bad as the kids found in cities, standing by a bin of burning grannies, making cabernet from babies' blood. If not worse. They have no manners, and think they are better than the rest of humanity, simply because they have a little spare cash burning a hole in their father's back pockets.
On Saturday night, I was at one of these institutions, playing at their 6th Form Ball. All the "gentlemen" were in black tie or kilts, and the "ladies" were in ballgowns. Or near enough. The lads' kilts were not made to fit - either hanging too long, or cut too short - and they wore scruffy shoes. Not to mention the long, floppy hair that could have been doing with a good comb. Maybe even a good trim. If I had been the mother of any of the boys there, I'd have been mortified to let them buy anything that poorly made.
As for the girls, they were barely wearing anything. The dresses were skimpy, and one was a steel-boned corset, and the owner nearly fell out of it. Little wonder. One lassie did fall out. Right in front of the band. I couldn't hold in the laughter.
And then the manners. There was a severe lack of those. I've seen better etiquette during feeding time at the zoo. Seriously. All the students walked around, looking down their plastic noses at me, acting the part of the rich toff's kid, pretending to be better than me - a lowly musician. But, one problem. They all had drunken staggers. Yes, rich kids in these private schools lack the ability to hold their drink. How much does it take? 1 beer and they're anyones. And that's the heavy drinkers. With alcohol in their system, they were as common as cat's dirt. If you moved out of their way, the stuck up little f*ckers didn't say thank you or anything. What happened to men being gentlemen and holding doors open for you? I had several slammed in my face. To be frank, I was very unimpressed.
Private school education doesn't seem to be worth all the money spent. All they get out of it is how to be stuck up, how to make their hair look ridiculous, and how to treat the rest of society like scum. Their lack of common sense was astounding. I would have more in my little finger than they would have collectively in a group of a hundred.
Yeah, it wasn't a great night.
Stay tuned for the weekly update coming shortly.
Dx
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