Learn an instrument.
And fucking stick at it!
What I wouldn't give to be able to play piano like I used to.
I miss being good at something that I actually enjoy.
Trying to learn the guitar aged 18 is hard. Especially when you've never picked one up before. And your hands are the size of Leprechauns'. And you're trying to do it by yourself because you're too embarrassed to get a teacher cause he'll just laugh at how horrendous you are!
It just looks so damn cool. Wish I was cool. Hate life.
And my midget hands.
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Lesson #53
Meet a boy.
The right boy.
Even if you sometimes think he's the wrong boy.
Cut the poor fellow some slack, he always comes up with a reason for why he didn't put you first. And let's face it, you're not that special anyway, there's always going to be something more important. Get over it.
Because when it's good it's incredible. And when it's bad, it's really not so bad at all. In fact, it's pretty great.
Now I'm not one for all this mushy drama and can quite honestly say I've never felt warm or fuzzy before. And I still don't... but it's just nice to have someone that you can have a laugh with and who'll give you a cuddle when you feel like you're life's pouring away down the drain. And it's nice to fall asleep in someone's arms and to know that he'll still be there in the morning. It's nice to be able to take the piss out of someone without them getting offended. It's nice to get lifts everywhere. It's nice to have all your drinks bought for you when you're out. It's more than nice to have good fucking sex!
It sucks that you're not here. It sucks that trains, petrol, coaches, fuck it, planes are so expensive. It sucks that I don't get to see you for months. It sucks that spending so long away from you makes me doubt if this is going to work at all.
Meet a boy, the right boy if you can. And then don't move 227.3 miles across the country.
The right boy.
Even if you sometimes think he's the wrong boy.
Cut the poor fellow some slack, he always comes up with a reason for why he didn't put you first. And let's face it, you're not that special anyway, there's always going to be something more important. Get over it.
Because when it's good it's incredible. And when it's bad, it's really not so bad at all. In fact, it's pretty great.
Now I'm not one for all this mushy drama and can quite honestly say I've never felt warm or fuzzy before. And I still don't... but it's just nice to have someone that you can have a laugh with and who'll give you a cuddle when you feel like you're life's pouring away down the drain. And it's nice to fall asleep in someone's arms and to know that he'll still be there in the morning. It's nice to be able to take the piss out of someone without them getting offended. It's nice to get lifts everywhere. It's nice to have all your drinks bought for you when you're out. It's more than nice to have good fucking sex!
It sucks that you're not here. It sucks that trains, petrol, coaches, fuck it, planes are so expensive. It sucks that I don't get to see you for months. It sucks that spending so long away from you makes me doubt if this is going to work at all.
Meet a boy, the right boy if you can. And then don't move 227.3 miles across the country.
Lesson #52
Refind your blog.
Hello old friend, did you miss me?
Sorry for the past 6 months of neglect, I've just been a little busy.
It's not as if I forgot you or anything.
Honest...
Hello old friend, did you miss me?
Sorry for the past 6 months of neglect, I've just been a little busy.
It's not as if I forgot you or anything.
Honest...
Monday, 31 October 2011
Lesson #51
Tidy your room.
I've said it before and I'll say it again.
Get on it, woman, you're meant to be good at cleaning! Why are you living in this dive?!
To be fair, it wasn't a dive, and it is a lovely room. Your endless pile of crrrraaaaaaaap, however is getting well in the way!
Sort it out. You deserve better than to have to swim through your own filth every time you want to get into your room. You're a human being, not a flea. Get some bloody standards and fucking stick to them.
You disgust me.
What's worse is that you're not the only one who uses this room anymore. It;s not like at home when your room was your space, your property, your shrine to you! Nope, now you've got people swanning in and out of it as they please. Like a hotel. Or a museum. Or something.
And it's not as if you don't enjoy their company, you're just so embarrassed about your scummy ways to let them in. Awkward.
Come on love, whack out the broom and don those rubber gloves, you've got a monumental task ahead of you...
I've said it before and I'll say it again.
Get on it, woman, you're meant to be good at cleaning! Why are you living in this dive?!
To be fair, it wasn't a dive, and it is a lovely room. Your endless pile of crrrraaaaaaaap, however is getting well in the way!
Sort it out. You deserve better than to have to swim through your own filth every time you want to get into your room. You're a human being, not a flea. Get some bloody standards and fucking stick to them.
You disgust me.
What's worse is that you're not the only one who uses this room anymore. It;s not like at home when your room was your space, your property, your shrine to you! Nope, now you've got people swanning in and out of it as they please. Like a hotel. Or a museum. Or something.
And it's not as if you don't enjoy their company, you're just so embarrassed about your scummy ways to let them in. Awkward.
Come on love, whack out the broom and don those rubber gloves, you've got a monumental task ahead of you...
Lesson #50
Celebrate.
50 posts ain't half bad chaps.
Well done to us!
When I say 'us', I really do mean 'me'...
Did you help me write this? No.
Did you inspire, create, influence, intrigue, indulge, interest, and other such words? Didn't think so either.
Essentially, you've just got a free ride. Well I got news for you, I'm like any other taxi, you gotta give a little for the take!
Joke.
Congratulations! Crack out the champers on me lads!
50 posts ain't half bad chaps.
Well done to us!
When I say 'us', I really do mean 'me'...
Did you help me write this? No.
Did you inspire, create, influence, intrigue, indulge, interest, and other such words? Didn't think so either.
Essentially, you've just got a free ride. Well I got news for you, I'm like any other taxi, you gotta give a little for the take!
Joke.
Congratulations! Crack out the champers on me lads!
Monday, 26 September 2011
Lesson #49
Don't leave your room unattended.
Ever.
Don't innocently go to watch TV in your friend's room knowing full well that your door is unlocked.
Don't trust Lauren and Nick, or as I now call them the trouble twins. Lovely as they are, they are intent on one single purpose: raising hell.
They clingfilmed my stuff. All. Of. My. Stuff. They even did the mirror. And my teddy bear, who looks suffocated.
To be fair, I'm more amazed than angry. I'm genuinely impressed that they went to all that effort and wasted an entire roll of clingfilm.
Really chaps, tops to you!
Ever.
Don't innocently go to watch TV in your friend's room knowing full well that your door is unlocked.
Don't trust Lauren and Nick, or as I now call them the trouble twins. Lovely as they are, they are intent on one single purpose: raising hell.
They clingfilmed my stuff. All. Of. My. Stuff. They even did the mirror. And my teddy bear, who looks suffocated.
To be fair, I'm more amazed than angry. I'm genuinely impressed that they went to all that effort and wasted an entire roll of clingfilm.
Really chaps, tops to you!
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Lesson #48
Don't shout abuse at your new friend when you're drunk.
To be honest with you, I don't even remember this happening. But apparently I was a complete bitch. More so than I usually am. And really offended somone who I get on really well with. How to make friends and influence people, huh?
I feel so awful. I wrote him an apology letter earlier but haven't had a chance to sneak it under his door. I'm such a cow. Such a massive cow.
I also texted him to say sorry... and maybe blame it on the shit load of alcohol I'd drunk, but never got a reply. I shit you not, I drank an entire bottle of wine, and that was just doing pre-drinks and games. Went on to drink a very large amount of beer and gin at a club. Think how I felt this morning - imagine the worst hangover possible then multiply it by being squashed by a grand piano falling on top of you from 2000 feet. Ouch.
Oh why do I do this to myself? First week of uni, meet some amazing people, get on well with them, say nasty, inappropriate things to them when drunk, write a letter of apology. That's not the way things are meant to work, Sarah, the sooner you learn that the better.
Value you're friends. They're lovely. All of them. Don't be rude or insulting to them, even if it is 'just banter'. Chances are you'll go that one step too far and really hurt someone. Take it from me chaps, this isn't the situation I wanted to find myself in.
To be honest with you, I don't even remember this happening. But apparently I was a complete bitch. More so than I usually am. And really offended somone who I get on really well with. How to make friends and influence people, huh?
I feel so awful. I wrote him an apology letter earlier but haven't had a chance to sneak it under his door. I'm such a cow. Such a massive cow.
I also texted him to say sorry... and maybe blame it on the shit load of alcohol I'd drunk, but never got a reply. I shit you not, I drank an entire bottle of wine, and that was just doing pre-drinks and games. Went on to drink a very large amount of beer and gin at a club. Think how I felt this morning - imagine the worst hangover possible then multiply it by being squashed by a grand piano falling on top of you from 2000 feet. Ouch.
Oh why do I do this to myself? First week of uni, meet some amazing people, get on well with them, say nasty, inappropriate things to them when drunk, write a letter of apology. That's not the way things are meant to work, Sarah, the sooner you learn that the better.
Value you're friends. They're lovely. All of them. Don't be rude or insulting to them, even if it is 'just banter'. Chances are you'll go that one step too far and really hurt someone. Take it from me chaps, this isn't the situation I wanted to find myself in.
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