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Feels Like Nothing Matters In Our Private Universe

So I haven't written in this for a while. The main reasons being I don't have anything to say and no one reads this anyway lol so why bother :)

Well just got back from Manchester where I was staying for a rather boring week bar some fun activities :P More on them later though.

Manchester is basically like Newcastle but everyone has strange un geordie like accents lol, a bit like me then. And another weird point...No Esquires sooo I had to make do with Starbucks pathetic attempts to make perfect Mochas all week, bad times is an understatement me thinks :)

However Starbucks does have a very big redeeming quality...It is actually the perfect spot to meet potential holiday flings :p And meet one I did. Several but only one actually did catch my every wandering eye :)

So the story of my reckless Mancunian love life, lets begin.

Imagine a rather bored me on Tuesday afternoon. Stupidly agreeing to head into Bolton with Ruth to "see the sites" Bolton has few sites tbh, its mainly the same shops you get everywhere except they are somewhere else. However as I wandered nonchalantly through the streets of the "exciting" Bolton I happened to just glance into a JD Sports. I know what you are thinking errrr didn't know you went for the Chavvy types Roseanna. I don't is my response. He was definitely more the fit indie type having to spend his hours in a meaningless profession (that is what I would like to think anyway :p) anyway i would love to describe our meeting as a huge romantic heart stopping moment but it wasn't. No. It was me tripping over a stupid sign because I was toooooo busy staring at his floppy fringe. Damn all fringes to hell. Luckily this stupid girl flipping over a juice bar sign did not seem to fase him, he has probably seen alot worse tbh. He came out and picked up the sign, smiled at a red faced me and said "not seen you here before" obviously i couldn't respond to that, my voice deserted me. Ruth rescued me it was all good. At least he smiled. A real life (cool fittish) boy smiled at meeee- even if it was just "what a freak" kinda smile lol.

Wednesday-L'pool-Beatles Museum. Things were looking up. I set off with my Uncle (another Beatles Maniac-must run in the family, the whole Smith population-our smiths that is- rate George Harrison as the best Beatle too but thats just getting off topic) to the wonders of L'pool and all its great things (alot of criminals tbh but who's judging?).

The journey was consumed with me trying to convince my less than pleased uncle that actually there was every need to listen to Joni Mitchell and Neil Young instead of the Beatles. Hey we were going to the Museum, no need to look like complete nerds lol. Actually we did play at least 10 songs by them so he got his way.

The Museum was fun blah blah etc etc. I knew most of the facts, it was the exhibits I was interested in, Beatles, and umm others :) Lots of fit boys you see at this museum :) And I was satisfied that their musical tastes were up to scratch so I didn't even have to worry on that front.

Exhibit A- waaaay too old (guessing 23ish) but lush non the less, nice beardy type with a tweed jacket lol, have we got a professor in the building :P Yum. He had a girlfriend, not so yum lol.

Exhibit B- Blond school kid about my age I'd say, too noisy though and quite happy to boast about his new guitar fetish. You just knew he couldn't play tbh lol but nice to look at.

There was one more in between but the fact I have forgotten anything about him other than he must have been ok, must speak volumes about how much he measured up to the others lol

The final Exhibit-Jason. Ahhhh Jason nearly 18 and totalllllyyy completely out of my league. Except funnily enough he was the only one I spoke to :) It was dark, we were surrounded by pictures of John Lennon and Ringo Starr and I kept dropping things because I misjudged the distance from my hand to my bag. Well done me ey? Lol. Actually yeah well done me cause he obligingly kept picking everything up for me. At about the 6th thing dropped (pretty sure it was lip gloss, how vain) he started to laugh. This was obviously my cue to escape and just hide and cry lol but no I seemed to be laughing back? Freak. Anyway long and shorts my uncle was I'm guessing lost in the cinema bit, so i was free to skedaddle off with this Jason and start my love hate affair with Starbucks coffee.

We sat there for about half an hour talking about absolutely nothing. Tbh he could have been talking about world peace or Quadratics and I wouldn't have noticed. I was either too busy just staring at his hair (not curly enough :() or dithering about how I actually looked (in my head monster like) I think, I hope i made the right sounds in the right gaps of conversation. He seemed pleased enough though.

Anyways again the longjohns were that i got his number :) and subsequently met him twice after for some serious "talks" :P yeahh sadly it twas only a holiday thing he will waltz back off to his fit uni artsy musical mates that have so much more than me both in looks and meaning and I will just have to forget about him lol.

Back to depressingly single and rainy Newcastle times :/

Ahh it was good while it lasted :)

Anywaaays TTFN

I Belive in Symmetry

So I'm watching Wimbledon and tbh I love it. It's just so...classy. Tennis has got to be my favourite sport, mainly because I get it and to love something you normally have to get it. Unless its a someone, you don't have to get a person to love them or crush on them. I should know lol.
Anyway back to Tennis. Seriously I could watch this sport all year round and not get bored. It has that feel of wealth. The pristine white dress, bright green courts, stands riddled with celebs all wearing flimsy Cotton dresses and cream suit jackets, all this to me = heaven.
Paired with Tennis listening to Bright Eyes is my new favourite sport. So at the moment I'm pretty much content as I'm fulfilling both my favourite past times.

This week has been lovely, apart from the occasional burst of rain, it's been pretty much perfect. I have spent most days on some kind of grassy green, whether it be in town or just in the park opposite me. I have lapped up the sun and enjoyed the quiet reading time that beautiful weather brings with it. Splitting my time between actually seeing friends and just talking to them on Facebook, my new guilty pastime.
Something about summertime bright colours always make me feel a lot better about life. Everything goes together in summer. Greens and pinks, blues and oranges. All these colours no longer stick out like a sore thumb when paired together. Instead they dish out those yummy fruity smells that make you want to dive into lakes and dance in forests. This is why I hope I go camping this year. The weather is perfect for it. Perfect for just climbing endless mountains and splashing in silky waterfalls surrounded by humid shrubs and sparkling rocks.

Something about this summer has made me want to write stupidly extravagant words about things that are so simple they make me tingle thinking about them. How sad.
Any way i have run out of empty things to say so i think I'll get back to reading, watching Wimbledon (Team Federer) and listening to Bright Eyes :)
TTFN