Written to: Many of Horror - Biffy Clyro
I must admit that being single has certainly messed around with my head the past few months. Or should I really say that the guys I have been speaking to/seen/etc have been instead. Men, please, learn to listen, flirt, not mess around and ask us out for drinks.
Regardless, I've found myself thinking more and more about wanting a boyfriend, but for no particular reason. I'm at a stage in my life where I need the freedom, no attachments. I can see where they are stopping some people from doing what they want. Perhaps it's because everyone around me but my 15 year old cousin is in a relationship, all happily loved up in their own little world. It's sickening at the moment to be honest.
Then I see new couples who are together, or started, for all the wrong reasons. There's been quite a few of these recently, mainly all sprung from insecurities or "needing" someone. Is there still a stigma attached to being young, carefree and single? Or in this fragmented world are people just clinging onto whatever they can find?
What bugs me are the times when I need that hug, someone to say it will be ok, or that I know they are there. Right now I would LOVE for someone to meet me after work and take me for a drink. Hey, if any of you lot want to do that Valentine's Day, I'll be at work til 11ish when all the couples have emptied out of the restaurant to go and have sex.
For now, until that right guy comes along I will continue to gaze at the beautiful members of your species and shower my best friend with affection instead. Although I may have to cut down on the public Facebook loving. Don't want to look too lesbianic now, do we?
Remember that it's easier to be cynical, that way there are no expectations to be met and people surprise you more!
Sunday 31 January 2010
Sunday 17 January 2010
We are family...
Written to: What's My Age Again? - Blink 182
Before I properly begin to talk about today's events I'll give you a bit of history. My nan was 82 on Thursday, one of NINE who barely speaks to her family due to on-going grudges and rows that never got sorted. Plus they all had too much pride to swallow, pick up the phone and ask how they were. Because of this, there is a huge part of my life that I don't know about.
Today two of my mum's cousins came over as part of a surprise gathering for my nan and it was amazing to hear their stories. There are Irish connections in my family, apparently a great aunt even married a Romany gypsy. Loads of my mum's cousins and they're kids live around Essex, some in the towns I visit regularly, or ones that are next to us.
My nan was one of the youngest, born in 1928. The mothers of these cousins (her sisters) were born in 1911 and 1912 (nearly 100 years ago!), so they were the same age as my nan rather than my mum. This is strange for me as my closest cousins are around my age, not my mum's!
It's incredible that I could have met, served, been served, walked past any of these people over the past 21 years and never known who they are. Part of me is angry for my nan to have not kept in touch with people, but I'm glad I have the rest of my life to meet them.
We're gathering data now so my mum can create a family tree. I can't wait!
Before I properly begin to talk about today's events I'll give you a bit of history. My nan was 82 on Thursday, one of NINE who barely speaks to her family due to on-going grudges and rows that never got sorted. Plus they all had too much pride to swallow, pick up the phone and ask how they were. Because of this, there is a huge part of my life that I don't know about.
Today two of my mum's cousins came over as part of a surprise gathering for my nan and it was amazing to hear their stories. There are Irish connections in my family, apparently a great aunt even married a Romany gypsy. Loads of my mum's cousins and they're kids live around Essex, some in the towns I visit regularly, or ones that are next to us.
My nan was one of the youngest, born in 1928. The mothers of these cousins (her sisters) were born in 1911 and 1912 (nearly 100 years ago!), so they were the same age as my nan rather than my mum. This is strange for me as my closest cousins are around my age, not my mum's!
It's incredible that I could have met, served, been served, walked past any of these people over the past 21 years and never known who they are. Part of me is angry for my nan to have not kept in touch with people, but I'm glad I have the rest of my life to meet them.
We're gathering data now so my mum can create a family tree. I can't wait!
Friday 15 January 2010
Pub Dilemma #5 and #6
Written to: Taio Cruz - Come on Girl
Two this week because I've neglected it! Let me know some views please, and follow me if you're a regular reader!
Would you rather wet yourself everytime you hear "saucepan" or live with Kim Woodburn?
Ha, well. That depends how often you would hear the word saucepan really isn't it? Although I wouldn't want to take the risk of ever going into a restaurant or department store in fear that I may randomly wet myself. No.
Kim Woodburn would be bloody hilarious to live with! She'd always keep the place tidy, look after me and scare away the useless men who can't handle real women. She gets my vote anyday!
And...
Would you rather eat gum off the pavement or help a fat man go to the loo for a week?
Eurgh eurgh eurgh to both. But gum, all the way. Get it over and done with in one quick go. Or "one swell foop", as a BBC commentator said at the weekend. But still, eurgh.
Two this week because I've neglected it! Let me know some views please, and follow me if you're a regular reader!
Would you rather wet yourself everytime you hear "saucepan" or live with Kim Woodburn?
Ha, well. That depends how often you would hear the word saucepan really isn't it? Although I wouldn't want to take the risk of ever going into a restaurant or department store in fear that I may randomly wet myself. No.
Kim Woodburn would be bloody hilarious to live with! She'd always keep the place tidy, look after me and scare away the useless men who can't handle real women. She gets my vote anyday!
And...
Would you rather eat gum off the pavement or help a fat man go to the loo for a week?
Eurgh eurgh eurgh to both. But gum, all the way. Get it over and done with in one quick go. Or "one swell foop", as a BBC commentator said at the weekend. But still, eurgh.
A Design, For Life
Written to: Steady as She Goes - Raconteurs
So it has been decided that there has to be a symbol for sarcasm. Some corporation in America (where else) has designed an emoticon, which I can't find a decent picture of, or would show you.
Growing up as a MSN teen I see the total relevance in having a symbol like this. As a sarcastic person it is impossible to get things over to people sometimes if they do not share the same humour or point (or have a big ego, or are a bit thick). Although to be honest, no MSN conversation is exactly relationship building (sorry to those I'm currently talking to on it!)
Therefore to be able to stick this swirly thing next to a sarky remark would be beneficial and avoid confusion. But then, do you want it to be that obvious that you are being sarky, surely the element is in its subtley, or the fact that you want to appear ambiguous? Clear up misunderstandings it may do, but that takes all the fun out of it.
I've just realised I've been rather foolish. Of course there are no pictures of it online, or they wouldn't be able to make money out of it! The company currently charges $2 to use it.
I suppose I'll have to go and get it as soon as it's available to the British market. I can't wait! Everyone will finally know what I mean!
And was that sarcastic? You'll never know, I don't have the symbol yet.
So it has been decided that there has to be a symbol for sarcasm. Some corporation in America (where else) has designed an emoticon, which I can't find a decent picture of, or would show you.
Growing up as a MSN teen I see the total relevance in having a symbol like this. As a sarcastic person it is impossible to get things over to people sometimes if they do not share the same humour or point (or have a big ego, or are a bit thick). Although to be honest, no MSN conversation is exactly relationship building (sorry to those I'm currently talking to on it!)
Therefore to be able to stick this swirly thing next to a sarky remark would be beneficial and avoid confusion. But then, do you want it to be that obvious that you are being sarky, surely the element is in its subtley, or the fact that you want to appear ambiguous? Clear up misunderstandings it may do, but that takes all the fun out of it.
I've just realised I've been rather foolish. Of course there are no pictures of it online, or they wouldn't be able to make money out of it! The company currently charges $2 to use it.
I suppose I'll have to go and get it as soon as it's available to the British market. I can't wait! Everyone will finally know what I mean!
And was that sarcastic? You'll never know, I don't have the symbol yet.
Saturday 2 January 2010
Boys, sometimes a girl just needs one
Written to: Boyfriend - Alphabeat (how fitting)
First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR everybody.
2010 is gonna be a good one.
Back to today's post about one of my favourite but most frustrating loves, men.
As I have been a commuter into London over the past two weeks I have had more than ample time to gaze at different types of the species.
And with all the seasonal entertainment, there's been some more to fantasise about from television too. I definitely have a thing for skinny intelligent, witty young men who are sentimental, not all quite 'there' and do things on the spur of the moment. David Tennant's Doctor Who or Robert DJnr's Sherlock Holmes types. Logic, practicality and knowledge is HOT.
Besides that, I have noticed the differences between East and West on my commutes to the big smoke. I picked this up at university, where most of the people I met were Westerners. Not that they're a bunch of aliens, but there are differences. I can see them in London too, especially as the train goes into Essex.
There's a level of confidence in Easterners that I can't help but love. Generally I've always liked a wise-crack, someone I can have a good banter with. Most of the guys I imagine to be this type on trains are sitting next to their girlfriends.
You then spot the few in nice suits, iPhones and gorgeous shoes, only to realise they are that arrogant sod who's been sortin' stuff for his 'mates' on the phone and been letting the whole carriage know about it.
I'm not looking at anyone who looks over 30 by the way. Or has a child. Although there was a nice looking dad the other day. But, still, that's wrong on lots of levels.
Every now and again I come across a skinny jeaned, checked shirt and wild haired god who I admire from afar and always will do. But I'm not cool enough for someone like that.
What I'm being increasingly drawn to is young, tall Asian guys with a short, dark haired and well spiked haircut. Add a smart coat and scarf and I'm there. I'm over generalising, of course, but the majority of them are just lovely to look at. It has certainly helped pass some time over the past few weeks.
That and falling more and more for Edward Cullen (NOT Robert Pattinson), another intelligent, playful deep thinker that I've got completely sucked into.
To which I shall now return!
First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR everybody.
2010 is gonna be a good one.
Back to today's post about one of my favourite but most frustrating loves, men.
As I have been a commuter into London over the past two weeks I have had more than ample time to gaze at different types of the species.
And with all the seasonal entertainment, there's been some more to fantasise about from television too. I definitely have a thing for skinny intelligent, witty young men who are sentimental, not all quite 'there' and do things on the spur of the moment. David Tennant's Doctor Who or Robert DJnr's Sherlock Holmes types. Logic, practicality and knowledge is HOT.
Besides that, I have noticed the differences between East and West on my commutes to the big smoke. I picked this up at university, where most of the people I met were Westerners. Not that they're a bunch of aliens, but there are differences. I can see them in London too, especially as the train goes into Essex.
There's a level of confidence in Easterners that I can't help but love. Generally I've always liked a wise-crack, someone I can have a good banter with. Most of the guys I imagine to be this type on trains are sitting next to their girlfriends.
You then spot the few in nice suits, iPhones and gorgeous shoes, only to realise they are that arrogant sod who's been sortin' stuff for his 'mates' on the phone and been letting the whole carriage know about it.
I'm not looking at anyone who looks over 30 by the way. Or has a child. Although there was a nice looking dad the other day. But, still, that's wrong on lots of levels.
Every now and again I come across a skinny jeaned, checked shirt and wild haired god who I admire from afar and always will do. But I'm not cool enough for someone like that.
What I'm being increasingly drawn to is young, tall Asian guys with a short, dark haired and well spiked haircut. Add a smart coat and scarf and I'm there. I'm over generalising, of course, but the majority of them are just lovely to look at. It has certainly helped pass some time over the past few weeks.
That and falling more and more for Edward Cullen (NOT Robert Pattinson), another intelligent, playful deep thinker that I've got completely sucked into.
To which I shall now return!
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