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Because we’re friends I keep my mouth shut…

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Eat the worm and cheer up the friends…

So I’m going back into counselling. Well I was sort of in counselling before, but honestly nothing came of it, but I’m giving it a second shot. Due to the bus times, I’ve got some time to kill in the morning, because as the father pointed out, it’s better to turn up early than late, because I’m not completely sure where I’m going, even though I google mapped it today, because the directions they sent me didn’t make sense to me, probably because I don’t really know the place every well and all that jazz.

After a bit of deliberating, I decided that shopping would be a good way to pass the time and since wandering around by oneself came be dull, I invited the friends, but I’m going to have to ditch them for a while to go to the session, although I think I’ll be the first one in and all that, due to the nocturnal nature of some of them. I usual go a little nocturnal during my holidays and sometimes even just on the weekends, but I’ve got to get up early tomorrow, so I’m hoping that saying about the ‘early bird’ is true.

A bunch of us are meant to be meeting, going shopping and then back to a friends place for Chinese and booze. Which will be interesting, because one of the girls that is coming gets a little off her head when she eats Chinese and she’s a light weight to boot, so yeah will be an interesting and we might see her rather annoying alter ego Candy, who is American.

So my Wednesday is pretty full, which is wonderful as far as I’m concerned, but other than that no other plans until the weekend, when we’re going out on the Saturday, with a friend I haven’t seen in a while and have dearly missed. So it’ll be wonderful to see him again, we were meant to be going away together, but he backed out, because his Grandfather was dying, but we’re having this night as a cheer up, although I think he’s handling it very well, better than I ever did, at least.

So afar taking a hardly more than a glance at myself in the mirror, I have decided that I’m getting too much of my ‘fat’ back and I’m going to start working out again, so I started out slow today, with just about an hour gentle exercise – yay the endorphin rush, that didn’t really last very long.

Quote/saying of the day: To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. – Federico García Lorca

Have you guys seen the newly released Fifty shades of Grey trailer? Well if you haven’t then watch away and honestly there are so many comments if you don’t like Fifty shades, then why watch the try for it?

I watched this one with a review at the end and the woman that was reviewing it, out right said she hadn’t read the book, this is a film of a book, read and damn book or at least try and read it. People like that just rub me up the wrong way. I’ve read all three, as you would know if you read some of my previous posts and I didn’t like them very much, but I can ‘understand’ why some people do, just like with Twilight, I really do like it, but I can understand why some people do, although I couldn’t get through the first book of that series, but I managed to get to the end of the series of this one – yay and all that jazz.

Empathizing with the thieving princess and the guy on the end of the line…

So I’ve been texting this guy for a while now. It’s all pretty mundane stuff, like what we’re doing blah blah blah, but we haven’t texted in a while, so I thought, since I have some free time now, why not find out how he’s doing. But I’m not getting the idea that he’s a bit of a control freak, or at least doesn’t like moving forward with a plan, which seems to apply to every aspect of his life, including, but perhaps not limited to his ‘relationship’ with me – which is basically non existent, because we’re basically strangers. It’s all a little odd for me, especially as we’ve just had this long chat about trust, now trust really doesn’t come easy to me and he’s asking me for it. I mean trust him a complete and utter stranger, when I don’t even trust some of the people much much much more close to me, not that I don’t sometimes wish I did, but I’ve got issues and I’m dealing or something like that.

Although he’s got his own issues, which he likes to chat about sort half openly, one minute he’s all open and gushing and the next closed off and reserved. It sort of throws me off balance and send me back to the days of my – much more common – perpetual mood swings and all that jazz.

Although it seems I’m driving in at the deep end here, as I said I’d try and build up trust with him – what was I thinking. Perhaps this is another part of my life I can blag my way through, I’m pretty well versed in blagging my emotions, personality and whatever else I don’t want people to know about me – I think, although I’m only human, so human errors occur everywhere.

So I could of the gal pals came round today, so we could plan out our trip to the Isle of White, which is now no longer happened, it’s just too expensive with the ferry and all, but we’re looking into going somewhere else, such as Scotland. My friends all excited about looking for the loch ness monster, which sparked a discussion about the film water horse… And as it turns out my camping trip down to Cornwall might not happen as well – urge. I had a nice summer with stuff going on and now it’s just going down the drain. I wanted this summer to be… more, since it’s the last summer that we’ll diffidently all be together and all…

Oh shattered dreams, but it could still all pick back up, snaps the optimist in me – Forgot that I had one for a while, maybe she went on holiday.

Well at least I know I’m heading off to see the Grandparents in a week or so, which will be nice, since we don’t see them that often and – I know everyone probably says this but – my Grandmother’s cook is amazballs, or maybe just Jamaican food in general is good, or maybe somewhere in the middle, but either way I love the food I eat there and also I always feel better and more beautiful when I’m on holiday, I think it’s that whole stranger in a strange place thing and sure I do stick out a little, since I’m super pale in comparison to basically everyone we meet, unlike here, were I’m super dark in comparison, but hey ho, I love the colour of my skin so I don’t really care – one of the few things I do love about myself there.

Alright so I’ve been obsessed – which means I may have blogged about it before – this game recently- the past week or so. Monument Valley. It’s this little puzzle game – from the app store, no computer version unfortunately for me – and I really quite like puzzles games – surprisingly enough – but it’s not just that the games is fun and makes you feel like a little genius when you work out the puzzles, it’s gorgeous as well. I mean three cheers for the artists/artist of this game, because it’s absolutely gorgeous, although I wish there was more than 10 levels to play, although I think I could sit and play them over and over again, until I could do them with my eyes closed – I said I was obsessed. But I suppose it’s better to see it than take me at my word:

It also has a nice little story to explain the game. About Princesses and thieving and forgiveness, it’s all quite lovely really.

So onto something darker – sort of. I’ve got to the second book in the Fifty shade trilogy – as the back of the book calls it. Although I think part of it are slightly ruined by me knowing that there is a third books and all that jazz. And part from some glaring errors and annoying habits, prejudices and judgemental statements, I’ve sort of enjoyed reading it. I will admit right now that I think the whole books could have been better, but hey ho maybe that’s just because I’m not really into her style of writing – honest that might be because she American and I’m used to English writers, because some of the phrases she uses annoy me, but maybe they won’t an American I can’t say, it could just be me and nothing else, as well. Oh so many options. I’m nearly onto the third book now, which I am going to read and am half crossing my fingers that she drops and annoying repetition. Sure I can appreciate repetition, but she just seems to step over the line a little with her’s – step over the line the line is a dot to you (Friends quote there, thought I’d just put it in for a laugh). Although I have to say this books has given me some laughs, more than the first one, maybe, even.

Quote/saying of the day: People ask me why it’s so hard to trust people, and i ask them why is it so hard to keep a promise. – unknown

Ever since I hear them I’ve liked these guys and they have yet to disappoint – yay!