I Got One Good Reason To Keep You On Your Feet

That. Freaking. Song
I have fallen head over heels in love with it. I hope all of you had the good sense to pre-order "Take Off Your Colours" and get this as a freebie. You'd be an idiot not too!

But anyways, I figured I'd update this, because I dont want any of the people I love to worry about me, cause I appreciate that the earlier one has seven shades of angst painted throughout it, but I'm ok. Realllllyyyy!

Went for a drive through the rain, which was actually more theraputic than I can begin to explain, and then got home to a postcard from Charlie (aka my 'brother'/favourite boy) which has put me in a giggly mood again. Plus, Neros in like three hours for what I suspect to be a delicious girlie chat.
On that note, I'll add that Brighton was one of the best days ever, yet again. Shopping with lovely Lis (who is a baaaaad influence on my already charming tendancies to buy more than I should), chatting and Beef making me laugh til I was one pelvic floor exercise away from wetting myself. Then deciding that swimming would be a good idea, and getting the lifeguards to guard our clothes, while we changed into our recently purchased Primark Sale bikinis, with the chick with cool tattoos letting us into the restaurant's little storeroom to prevent perverts having a field day. Then skinny jeans boy (wink wink) and cutting my feet, Subways cookies we were blackmailed into buying, and me getting changed at home getting the fright of my life when three (!) stones fell out of my bikini bottoms. Seriously, it rocked my world.
Not the fact I'd been sitting on pebbles the whole trek home, more a lovely day out with some of my favourites.
Just to clear that up...

Arran rocked, as always, I'm pretty damn lucky to be closer to my cousins than a lot of people are to their siblings, because it just adds to the splendour of the vay-kay-shion. I actually laughed til I cried. The look on Suzie's face when my Granny was arranging her a marriage, or my mud freckles, being discouraged from paddling in my tights, "look at me I'm playing E" (which no one else will ever appreciate how freaking funny that was), and bucket loads of memories that will never fail to raise a smile.

Plus, I survived the journey home alone. Though I worry myself, because my tendanices for lying to strangers went one better, with me faking a Bristol accent, to make this specific story more plausible (that I lived in the city of wotsits -Mock the Week anyone?- and was just considering my options for college). You should try it, it's funny as fuck.

And now, almost everyone is home, and I'm hoping we can party this week, to forget the rubbish that will be results day.

Also, those who leave me comments on these, I fugging love youuuu

If It's Not Keeping You Up Night, Then What's The Point?

Well, I'm back from kicking it at the seaside in a tiny Island that's both ingrained in my past, and I'm positive will still be a part of my future. And to be honest I'm not sure how I feel about being home.

It's taken all night, one Graham Greene adaption film; two shitty fashion magazines and the new, exclusive You Me At Six track to help me find a slightly sunnier dispositon and its still a little shaky, if I'm honest.
I'm so sick to death of doing the heart-on-your-sleeve 'my life is so sucky' post, because I'm actually a little pissed off, I'm such a cliche. My life does NOT suck, I'm sure of that; I'm just bored of everything being so complicated in the crappy way. At this moment, I'm still smarting from realising how painfully stupid I am.
I just feel that I've made a total fool of myself for believing that he might care. When it's so blindingly obvious that this will not work. And for reference, I don't actually want to talk about this. Ever. So please don't ask, because I will blush then go all fidgety and quiet, so if it comes up, change the subject. Because my throbbing head doesn't need the broken record changing pitch.

Also, feeling like the shitiest sister ever, and all the waves of guilt and shame that this has brought are funfunfun. There was originally a reason for this, but I'm struggling to recall what that was. It seems that it's only now, i'm understanding the importance of family. That they're really, really important hahaha.

I feel like I should add some positive spin to this (there is loads, involving me and my cousin getting chatted up by Hulk Hogan, team joby, my dad's adventure to name but a few) and I'm sure I will probably be back later today, but right now, I don't have the energy

It's Getting Hot Inside Your Head Tonight

Maaaaaaan stuff doesn't appear to be slowing down for me any time soon, and I have to say, I like it =]

I've suddenly been inundated with a flourish of my own creativity, which, quite frankly rules, as I haven't been writing like this for far too long! It's about three in the morning, I've been writing since about eleven, whilst reading 'The Bell Jar' interspersed with 'The Bonfire of the Vanities' as me and book-monogamy is an unthinkable concept.
But anyone else been watching the thunderstorms tonight?!
About two years ago, a dear dear friend of mine asked me what the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen was, and tonight I think i found my answer; the sky over mine was like this rich plum velvet, and then every so often my entire horizon was illuminated by this blinding flash of white, and I was absolutely captivated.

Hope everyone's having a happy August, I'll post something more substansial soon,
this is just me chronicling my pure wonder at nature, I'll do some 'feelings' schmuck soon haha

anyways, Brighton tomorrow, should be ace