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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

All of the Truth

So I'm listening to Bright Eyes- this is becoming quite a regular thing really. I just think that Conor Oberst is actually amazing. Tbh Amazing is an understatement because his lyrics actually are incredible, poetic and just wow. I wish I could actually write how great they are and how wonderful he is but I can't. Words just don't come close to his talent really. I can associate my mood with his lyrics. For example "Smile at me and I will stay" is how I feel, "Say the word and of course I'll Stay" "Just please don't leave me guessing" just these three lines describe my mood today. Just wanted to say that lol.

Anyway Summer is here, it is it is. It's the 21st-so officially now SUMMER :D Whoooop :) Two whole months of lazy days sprawled out with a book and my IPod await me. Two months of wonderful shopping and coffee. Two months of dreaming and forgetting. Bliss. Hopefully all this will take place in the heat of a beautiful summer that has been promised. Ooooo I'm so happy :)
I have one more exam left and then that is it. They think it's all over.. IT IS NOW. I realise I'm making very little sense but I have reasons. My mind is a whir of the coming weeks, plans with friends and plans with myself await me :) No school, no stress and just freedom awaits. Pity about camping but it can't be helped really. Bring on the beach and BBQ's is what I say. Hola to the world in general and be happy with what you've been given (which hopefully is lots of toasty sun).

I'm actually very happy today, I am trying to forget the past and relish in the future. The future holds many things and lets not focus on the negatives like exam results, but more on the positives like bike rides by the river, Sunday lunches at lost pubs and catch ups with friends you don't actually need to catch up with. Joy of Joys summer brings so many random thought patterns I feel I have to voice them all.
Maybe there is something in the air or maybe it is just because I have time, that I feel like jumping up and down and screaming Yessss! It would be a stupidly unwise thing to do though as my 87 yr old Grandfather is here and any sudden movements could spur a heart attack-which would definitely bring down the mood quite a bit. I will just scream it in my head.

Summer is here and although currently you can't see it, the sun will soon be out to play, as will I with my sunnies and lotion and shortest shorts. Bring it on please.

Au Revoir

Wind and other Musings

It's windy today :( I hate the wind and I will say this. What is the point in it? What exactly does it hope to achieve when it blows skirts up etc. Nothing good obviously. Where is this promised sun? You know how this summer is meant to be hot, well not so much yet. OK granted maybe it has been quite nice recently, but only ever for like 3 days max and then it rains again. How lovely. The weather is really bringing my mood down and tbh that's not good. A bad mood is like a headache, you can try doing and taking anything to stop it but there will still be a dull thudding ache even after. Hopefully as today wears on my bad mood will disappear, it better, I'm seeing Russell Howard Live tonight. Actually cannot wait. Yum. It will fantastic. Also get to stare wistfully at fit people in Nando's, again yum. Although actually am I allowed to do that now? Have I got a boyfriend? Is that what I'm gonna have to call him? Can't I just call him a bit of harmless fun that's basically kind of an experiment? I know sounds harsh but I still don't know how the hell I feel about him and tbh I like someone else a lot more. I don't think I have any worries in him reading this but if Batebox, you are, I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure you could do a lot better than me anyway tbh.

Hmm what else? Ahh yes, where is Sophie? She was meant to be here by now I'm sure. Or maybe not, I don't think we really agreed on a time actually, but I have to go to the bank at some point to open an account so she better hurry her ass up :) Actually I think my mood is improving already really. I think blogging helps, even though I know no one will read this, it does help just to write it all down. Actually that's a slight lie-Stacey may well read this. If you do read this Stanford, I'm ok lol. I'm just venting :)

Ooo actually my moods definitely improved now that I've put Bright Eyes on, see this is the benefit of your Dad leaving. You can play music that he thinks is crap and not get told to turn it down constantly :) See when you play the glad game (thanks Pollyanna) you can normally find good things in everything. I should really play more often. Lets see. My hair looks untamed and spiky but I'm glad cause it gives me the edgy look I'm feeling :) I'm still wearing what I slept in (vest top and leggings) but I'm glad cause even though I look and feel like a slob, its comfy and also quite cute :p. Even though according to Liam M Bob Dylan is crapola live, I'm glad I'll be able to make my own assumptions when I see him. And if my faveydavey singer does turn out to be crap, then I'll be glad of seeing him anyway cause his music is immense. See this glad game is quite easy once you get going lol. But I'll stop now otherwise I could be here forever and I'm pretty sure if I missed Russell Howard as a result I would have nothing to be glad about :p

Anyhoo I've run out of things to say now. Haha ran out of steam at last :) Ah well happens to the best of us LOL. Yeah I'm gonna shut up now :)

Au Revoir (seriously I better be spelling that right, kind of retarded if I'm not)

I HATE blusher bitch so much and her stupid shirt and leggings :/
It's not fair

I haven't though of a title for this blog yet, i wonder if i will have thought of one by the end of this lol. I better have, i hate leaving blank spaces.

Right I know that I have moaned for Britain about all the revision and exams I've had but now that it's nearly over I don't actually know what I'm gonna do with myself. Seriously wtf lol. I'm bored and it's only my first day of freedom. Ok that's technically not true, I have two more exams left-both science-both extra GCSE's but I have now reached the stage of; who really gives a fuck-Not me. I know this is entirely the wrong attitude to take, but I will tell you why its OK. It is ok because currently as I write this Bob Dylan is singing "Don't think twice it's alright" and it is alright lol. Ahh sad how i link everything to music.

Nehoo yes well today has been quite boring. Mainly just been reading-can't go wrong with a good book can you? No-but there is only so much reading I can manage before my brain stops taking information in. I hate it when that happens, you don't need that sort of upset lol. It happens every night when I'm so wiped that it's all I can do to stay awake and read. You would think my brain would be happy at this extra stimulus but oh no, instead it decides it would be fun if I just forget everything I read, so for the next couple of nights I'm re-reading the same chapter still unaware that actually I've read it five times already and that's why I don't seem to be getting anywhere with the book. I haven't had much time to read for the past few weeks, any open slot has been crammed with revision/facebook (I know I know not good) so it has been nice to just collapse on the tattered sofa with my duvet and coffee and just READ. Yes I'm a nerd. No I don't care.

I feel rather rotten today, truth be told, which it is. I've just about realised that It's never gonna happen and that really it's about time I just get over it. The thing is how do I get over it. I can't bring myself to stop going to that place every Saturday, I'm really bad at ignoring people/ being a complete bitch so my plan of just holding my head up crashed and burned so badly the carnage can probably be seen in India. I have no idea how I'm gonna handle this. It sucks pretty badly tbh. It sucks cause all the people that like me, I'm not hugely bothered with although granted some are nice, but the one person I like, doesn't like me and never will. Crap times all round or what? Still I must brave the wilderness of idiocy and learn to become uber confident so that I can just get over this fad and move to the next. Starbucks anyone?

Oooo how fun was Saturday though. Lol you don't know, I'll explain. There was this cool ethnic market going on in town. Lush food tbh lmao. Nice clothes and cool atmosphere-Blissful-better than Topshop haha. If I had any money with me I would have so returned with about a thousand colourful garments I would never wear but sooo look at :D

Back to the previous topic quickly-Bob Dylan is now not helping me at all. Like a Rolling Stone is not the song to be played at this point in my life lol. Even though he is saying "You'll have to get used to it" I really don't want to lol. But I must.

On that note before I go off into some other rant about how band boys with curly hair pretty much suck, I shall toodle pip off like a rolling stone :)

Au Revoir