A picture can tell a story...

Ah a Friday. Nice little day of the week. Finished my week off by being in college for two hours, if that. Not too shabby. Needless to say my luck vanished a few hours later...

Got to my destination of Friday Football to be the top notch supporter and girlfriend I am, for the heavens to point a flashing arrow at me, and open. Needless to say, I got soaked. I ever had my t-shirt, jumper, waterproof, and another jumper over me, and I still managed to get drowned.

I also have a new purchase! A nice handy sketch book. I felt it was time to find new ways to express my emotions and feelings, whither I'm angry, or just a happy wee chappy, so a sketch book was in order. I feel that when I draw, as cliche as it sounds, I'm in my own little world. I have the chance to draw certain things that relate to my current mood, or maybe some things that are annoying me, but can also be personal to me, so maybe I only know what my drawing symbolise.

All in all, I had myself a good little Friday night without being intoxicated...

Oh so forgetful...

Would you look at that. I created a blog to allow me to express my own emotions through words, and I neglect it. Such a bad mother. Next I'll be telling my blog that it is indeed, adopted.

Well what has been going on with me and my last month or so. What news is there that will fill individuals with pure excitement. Oh look...a tumbleweed...

Lets talk about my settling in period in college. Lets just say I don't think I'll ever be settled in. This year has changed so much and I'm finding it difficult to handle now and then. I don't usually find it difficult to make friends. Yes, I interact with my new class mates, and have one of my old classmates from last year, but I feel like the class will never come together as last years class did, and that scares me. Suppose it could be the sudden change of going from a group of six of us at breaks and lunch, to just two of us. But then again, two can be a lonely number. I would love to be able to mingle with another group of girls, and inherit, as you could say, a few more people into my college social life. But hey ho, life goes on.

What's next. I'm thinking my holiday next year. That's right, I'm packing up for two weeks and heading to Florida to meet my role model...Mickey Mouse. And by role model...I mean a guy in an outfit. Needless to say, I WILL be getting myself some sexy autographs from said guys and gals in costums, and releasing my inner child...which isn't difficult.

This week my life has been full of well needed epiphanies. Much needed. I'm gonna try and gain confidence in myself to improve my emotions and keep them on track. It's what I need to do. It's what I'm going to do. And hopefully, I won't be forgetful on this self reflective task...

Food for Thought

Day time television? Rubbish, so it has resorted in me watching Come Dine with Me. Fair enough, I don't mind that show, but it has really made me want to bake, especially a pavlova, as the woman on this is attempting her pavlova and failing. Now me? I like a challenge, one may say I'm competitive (and by competitive, I mean I HAVE to win!), so all I would have to do is bake the perfect pavlova, and beat this random woman on the television! Okay...really competitive.

Back to baking! I want to turn my ordinary kitchen into a magical kitchen for professional chefs! A bit like myself. I do make a mean portion of scrambled egg! Anyway, I really have a sweet tooth, and because of that, I want to make my pavlova, but also some tablet, or toffee, or just tons of cakes. I am going to make it my duty to bake a pavlova before I go back to college! A toffee one...or caramel! I want to make some of these things below...

I think I may just be hungry...

Smash the losers

In my opinion, it's amazing how songs can remind you of certain people, a certain time in your life or a certain place. It's like having a holiday song! It also amazes me how songs can have an impact on your emotions at that point of time, well, personally speaking. I can be all happy and content, and the next thing a slow song comes on and BAM...instant depression - or something far fetched like that. For example, people are relating "I predict a Riot" to these riots down south. Let's talk about them...

Okay. So all over the news, it's headlines of UK riots. Excuse me, but last time I checked, England are the only ones involed in the riots for now, (knowing my luck, Scotland will get involved and this blog will be pointless). I bet if it was riots in Scotland, it would just be Scottish riots. Like when Andy Murry loses, he's Scottish...but when he wins, he's British? Meh!

As for people getting all raging at the police? They aren't doing anything wrong. At the end of the day, Policemen and women are still human beings and have the right to protect themselves. I would put my life before any job. People need to realise that police aren't wizards or something, they literally cannot be everywhere at the same time. It doesn't work like that. I'm really just ranting about the silly cow who had a go at them on the news. She's only interested in her business, and not the well being of others...silly bint.

These riots aren't just having an impact on the present, what about the future? What about the Olympics? Bring them to Scotland - we know how to behave (most of the time).

The youths are all losers anyway. I mean, how hypocritical can you get? "We youths! We protest over shooting! We no like shooting! We loot! We make big fire! We then make guns go bang bang ourselves!" I mean, how hypocritical can you get? It's so backwards.

Man I'm easily wound up. But can you blame me?

A blog you say?

A blog? What IS a blog? Are you a blog? Am I a blog? Is that creepy man staring in through your window as you read this a blog? No...he's literally just a pervert. But enough of him, let's talk about me. Infact no, lets not...I am unable to hold a conversation with the topic being me, as I am not that interested in me. Sick of the word "me" yet? Me neither.

Why create a blog I hear you say? Why you questioning me!? You're the one reading it along with the pervert outside your window...
For those of you that did not question it, I send out my apologies.

If I'm honest, I really have no idea what to write right now. Yeah sure, I'll get in to the swing of things and end up writing a whole bunch of stuff...but that may take a while for me to do, so please, bare with me and do not take off your seatbelt until the seatbelt sign is off.

Thank you.
Enjoy the rest of your flight.