This blog is from Thursday, 13th. Internet raped itself so entries are a bit jumbled. x
Day was a hectic mess, but I felt really good. More importantly last night T, S and AP came over at 12.45am to lie on the road and watch the meteor shower. What was described as something that would light up the sky was actually just about 5 shooting stars but still the loveliness of a night spent whispering and giggling at 1am with three of my best friends lying out on the road in the cold staring at the sky was priceless. I'm starting to soak up and appreciate more the freedom that I possess as an 18 year old, I'm free of the worlds clutches while I'm still classified as a teenager and being anything else scares me a little.
Today was my first Thursday at uni where I haven't been hungover and intensely tired. I've forgotten what it feels like to be able to take notes and engage in what the lecturer is saying! Joking..but seriously. I learnt SO much and remembered once more that I chose the subjects I did because I am actually interested and passionate about them so there I was soaking up all this knowledge. It was great. Olly drove Flynn and I to uni which was a hoot, they spoke alot of shit and we gossiped the whole way there. After mine and Olly's lecture we (Flynn, Olly and I) drove into the city to grab a bite to eat with Brode and Tash and then just as the twins arrived we had to leave.
Afterwards, Silas drove me home where we had a huge and varied discussion, focussing basically on the big ones: life, love and religion. It was a great chat and provided me with food for thought for the next week at least.
Feeling a bit down in the dumps for reasons I cannot share in blog-land (yes, call me a tame and cop out blogger) but Ap came over last night just for a little while to eat my food and wash the dishes with me with the Beatles playing in the background (once again: piratebay.org-I love you more.) Then Bee called at about half eleven with a little bit of broken heart and alot to vent about. It called for one of the shrink activities my dad used to make me do that I'll only admit here and begrudgingly so actually did make me feel better: we wrote a list of what we love about ourselves. Our internal dialogue is often the cruelest, so getting it out on paper the things that we actually do love about ourselves is not only hard but an excellent bandaid for self esteem rips and tears.
When I got stuck Bee would help me with things she loved about me and vice versa but only a couple because that would defeat the purpose. Here are a few of mine:
-I can still kick my leg really high in the air
-I have an uncanny ability to write from the heart (that was Bee's suggestion :) )
-I have people that love me unconditionally
-I will change the world.
Last one: No matter what I will always have Tinkerbell for adventures, to forget shitcunts, to laugh with and to remember that I always deserve the best.
Disclaimer: I do not condone or generally use the c-bomb. However some situations just warrant its use. Such as a heartbreak.
Day was a hectic mess, but I felt really good. More importantly last night T, S and AP came over at 12.45am to lie on the road and watch the meteor shower. What was described as something that would light up the sky was actually just about 5 shooting stars but still the loveliness of a night spent whispering and giggling at 1am with three of my best friends lying out on the road in the cold staring at the sky was priceless. I'm starting to soak up and appreciate more the freedom that I possess as an 18 year old, I'm free of the worlds clutches while I'm still classified as a teenager and being anything else scares me a little.
Today was my first Thursday at uni where I haven't been hungover and intensely tired. I've forgotten what it feels like to be able to take notes and engage in what the lecturer is saying! Joking..but seriously. I learnt SO much and remembered once more that I chose the subjects I did because I am actually interested and passionate about them so there I was soaking up all this knowledge. It was great. Olly drove Flynn and I to uni which was a hoot, they spoke alot of shit and we gossiped the whole way there. After mine and Olly's lecture we (Flynn, Olly and I) drove into the city to grab a bite to eat with Brode and Tash and then just as the twins arrived we had to leave.
Afterwards, Silas drove me home where we had a huge and varied discussion, focussing basically on the big ones: life, love and religion. It was a great chat and provided me with food for thought for the next week at least.
Feeling a bit down in the dumps for reasons I cannot share in blog-land (yes, call me a tame and cop out blogger) but Ap came over last night just for a little while to eat my food and wash the dishes with me with the Beatles playing in the background (once again: piratebay.org-I love you more.) Then Bee called at about half eleven with a little bit of broken heart and alot to vent about. It called for one of the shrink activities my dad used to make me do that I'll only admit here and begrudgingly so actually did make me feel better: we wrote a list of what we love about ourselves. Our internal dialogue is often the cruelest, so getting it out on paper the things that we actually do love about ourselves is not only hard but an excellent bandaid for self esteem rips and tears.
When I got stuck Bee would help me with things she loved about me and vice versa but only a couple because that would defeat the purpose. Here are a few of mine:
-I can still kick my leg really high in the air
-I have an uncanny ability to write from the heart (that was Bee's suggestion :) )
-I have people that love me unconditionally
-I will change the world.
Last one: No matter what I will always have Tinkerbell for adventures, to forget shitcunts, to laugh with and to remember that I always deserve the best.
Disclaimer: I do not condone or generally use the c-bomb. However some situations just warrant its use. Such as a heartbreak.
Love,
Jackie (big tits) xxxxxx
You also drop the c bomb when you're hand gets slammed in doors whilst trying to break into your own home, when certain lame Big Brother housemates lock you out. Belefec and flelefynn :L
ReplyDeleteps. It's Stacey :)