My 3 Christmas Albums.

I find it hard to get into the Christmas spirit... Its hard to find a Christmas spirit at all, the decorations barely do anything for me, and if anything get in the way and annoy me, I guess I'm a fan of mince pies, but really.. I only really feel Christmasy with music.

Now, I do love Christmas cheese when I'm out with my friends, and though over played "Fairy Tale of New York" is a timeless classic, or at least within the fortress that is Blue Coat, and last years Stings christmas album has taken a high place on the Christmas Ipod top album list, but this years 3 Christmas albums however are, in no particular order (they aren't actually all from this year at all):

1) "A Very Ally Christmas" 

I think this is the CD I associate most with Christmas in my head, ever since I can remember dad has this album on in December. It's one I forget about, an album where without knowing I seem to have learnt all of the words to the songs for.

The album is a soundtrack to Ally McBeal, and features cast members singing, such as Calista Flockhart (Ally) and Robert Downy Jr (doing potentially the best song on the album; Joni Mitchelle's River) 

Yes, this album speaks Christmas to me. Vonda Shepards voice is wonderful. 

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2) Sweet Bells 

Another of my dads, for any fans of Kate Rusby, a folky take on some classic Christmas carols, taken with a bit of South Yorkshire tradition. 

I think this album wont be for everyone, but for a fan of folk. It's worth a listen, personally, have a listen to "Here We Come a Wassaling"

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3) For Folk's Sake Its Christmas

Now this one is an actual new album, another folk Christmas album from the wonderful people at www.forfolkssake.com who bring us the latest news and the newest bands in the folk world. It's a straight download from this site where you can also have a listen.The site asks for a £1 donation or more with all profits going to the Integrated Cancer Centre at Kings College London. It's from a verity of artists performing more carols with a folky twist. Its a must download, great music for a great cause.

My favourite tracks are:

In The Bleak Mid Winter - Sam Airey

We Three Kings - Bears Den 

Get them all NOW. 

Let me know of any more great Christmas albums or songs that I might not have to add to the Christmas Ipod.

God Bless, L x

Wanted to change my logo thing..

but now i'm not too sure if I do at all.. Maybe in time. If I do, it will come with an entire layout change.

The second one needs a bit more editing, and I'm not so keen on the last one at all really... let me know.. 

First one maybe?

mmm

God Bless L x

I am heaven sent, don't you dare forget.

This is a reply to a friend's (a family like friends) blog.

To my dear four leaved clover,

After reading your blog and listening to music that sings your name I have decided to reply to your blog through lyrics from songs that you love, and then I'm going to write a little bit about why I chose that lyric and about how it applys to you, and about how much I love you... because I do, and I can't do anything to help except for tell you nice things. (Note that these lyrics must be taken out of the original context the song put them in.. or they are all probably depressing.)

Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity

From your blog posts, and from knowing you for ever how long I have I know that this is something you do, and its not you're fault, its usually a reaction to the people around you, sometimes its people you've not chosen to be around you, but in the context of this year you did surround yourself with people (one person) that has created this doubt and insecurity, when actually your better than that. I know that you've listened to this song tonight, which contributes to the  reason I chose this perticullar lyric... You're looking for an escape, and I believe that all you need to do is distance yourself from this person, and even you know that. Those "sorry" feelings towards him are hurting you, and your the main concern, because he needs to learn, and the only way to do that is by ignoring... hard as it is. The real question is posed by Eminem "what do you say to somebody you hate, or anyone trying to bring trouble your way?" my only answer is, ignore the bastard.  

Coordinate brain and mouth
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out
I wish I knew

Right, so in you keep talking about how you hate the way your brain works and your thoughts.. and actually, everyone feels the same, and I get upset, because you're so stressed out about how your feeling about life at the moment, when actually, you've got so much to feel good about. A year ago, you were a mess mate, like.. you were slowly sinking into a mess because you had a proper ceebz attituted, and this year you have figured it out, you've got a plan, you've got a job, things are better with family.. (obvs never gna be top because we all know what big C's like) and what your feeling now is just so small in such a big plan... now is nothing, and not worth getting upset about because you're mint and I love you and though I might not understand how your feeling right now..

 because no matter how much they say they understand they just dont, and you know that they dont and that they never will, cos your different to them and you always have been and always will be. 

 and your so right about that... but its not about people understanding you, its about letting yourself lean on people that want to understand to help you feel better, because even though it dosnt help at all when people say "i understand" its because they want to help, because they love you.

And your hair smells of smoke, who will cast the first stone

So.. every time I see someone smoking mayfair smooth i think of you... but you should stop smoking.

We're not the same, dear, as we used to be
The seasons have changed and so have we

I know that this is a song about a couple that slowly stop falling in love (Its the only song that people of Songmeanings seem to be getting the correct understanding of *i know you love using songmeanings, me too....) but actually, this is just life and though its sometimes good to think about how mint the past is, you end up in those "nostalgic pooey moods" but, when you go back to how you felt back then, it was shit... its just looking back and those times were mint, in the future you'll look back to times at the animal place your at, and times with me eating chicken, and it will be mint, but actually as a whole you feel shit, its just, in the words of Joni Mitchell "you don't know what you've got till its gone" and so.. make the best of now, because later you'll want it back. Also, that lyric was a perfect link to my first paragraph about a certain person.. and they're clearling feeling this, and they didn't make the best of what they had with you and they're a state without you. You don't want to be feeling the same as he is right now... "16 just held such better days" even if it seems it, that's not true at all.  These lyric links in with my next one.

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news

Stop waiting about for bad news, when you do have so much good stuff right now.. don't let the way you feel grab a hold of you. 

i used to have and despite having gained loads i still feeel a bit meh. 

You sound like a pussy, we need to hang out more, and play loads of trivial persuite and you'll stop feeling meh, and be happy about what you have at the moment.

I was walking through Moss Side with my homies from Oldham, when Alan Sugar saw me and he told me to hold up

So, this happened the other day when I was walking through Moss Side, anyway.. will rap the full details to you another time.

and finally to end this.

The time for sleep is now
But it's nothing to cry about
Because we'll hold each other soon

I love you, I can happily say your the funniest person I know, followed closely by others, but I'm quite sure you top it. Your amazing, you have one of the kindest, most racist, most loving attitudes to life. I, and others don't like seeing you feel like this, and so know that we love you.. 

If you feel discouraged
When there's a lack of color here
Please don't worry lover
It's really bursting at the seams
Absorbing everything
The spectrum's A to Z
This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years

I love you Nigga. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Ange sends her love.

Snowy Scouthead.

just a short update.

Two offers as of yet:

• Liverpool Hope 
• Heythrop College 

I'm happy... I guess. I still have no idea what I'm gna do about my gap year. I'm drifting in and out of plans, and well... I have no money for tuitions but have already deferred a year on my UCAS. Blargghuncesm. I think I'm waiting for God to point me in the right direction but I don't know how to go about waiting...

Erm, In other news I have another blog that I'd like you all to read and comment on. The blog is basicly a competition kind'a thing between me and Danny Mo, well.. a competition/review/life enrichment task. 

Anyway, check out the blog from the very first post and keep reading, let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions via twitter, email, text, facey, and human contact ect... That would be cool because I need help for ideas. Of course, I've got my first idea written up, but any help would be appreciated.

What do you say?

Finally, there should be a blog up soon of a new poem I'm working on about diversity, it was originally for a Slam Poetry competition I was going to enter, but I don't think it will be quite done in time, and I'm not too sure about videoing myself reading/rapping. 

But, if I get it done and its good, it will be up here. 

For all BC readers, don't forget to keep checking The Sarah Hall Show.

God Bless, L x

Monday morning, comes a crawling in...

Firstly, I am fully on track with my Coffee plan. I have managed to make at least one of my coffee's a day for the last 4 days and have already planned out my morning hazelnut latte (its not on the chart, but it turns out I have coffee syrup) and French toast with golden syrup for the early morning I face.

I return back with in the familiarly, yet unkind walls of Blue Coat tomorrow after having a unplanned (to an extent) week off. Yes, this time last Sunday I was tucking up in bed in London; I'm not too sure if this is the accurate time, its a potential later, but in London there I was. I went on a visit to see my dear brother William who moved down there for uni.(see my previous post)  It was a nice plan, casually hanging out with my brother.. however with his 9-6 lectures I was left in the shaky, gray hands of a philosophical polish boy named Mowinski. Before catching my illness, I had a nice time with both Will and Danny walking around London, dropping in on Mowinski's Vardy lecture's (I'm sure much to the jealousy of SRH) and chilling out in that cinema that has a bar in Notting Hill - Which features in Notting Hill the film when Will (Grant) goes to the cinema to see Anna (Roberts) in her film. On closer inspection, I'm quite sure I sat in his exact seat as Hugh Grant. Pretty sweet eh!

Ah so yes, all was well till I caught a terrible cold and so when I arrived home was forced by father to take a couple of days off from college, and more importantly, a few days away from the fearsome Claire Bayley. It has actually felt the roughest, and I'm not a massive fan of sitting on my own for days, I end up getting caught up in my own thoughts, to the point that I'm insane because I left my journal in London. 

It's often, during these wasted days I end up contemplating life, or at least my life. I can understand nothing about it. Other peoples have some significance, but not mine. I cant decide weather I like it or I don't. Not really my life, but my characteristics, and sometimes I find that ugly about myself. At heart, I feel ashamed of my life.

I think its these interchangeable moods that adolescence is still giving me. I want to carry on with that stupid life style I had, that I write about so much because it seems so much more interesting. But I also can't face all of that, because I want to continue to build a stronger and closer relationship to God, and I cant do that living this seemingly more interesting life.

"I want no secrets, no spiritual conditions, nothing ineffable. I am neither a virgin nor a priest, to play at having an inner life."

Boom.

I've been angry lately, deeply angry. I would like any one of you kind friends to help me out here.. and try and work out why and do some of that psychology stuff to get to the core of me. That, or pray for me. I think its the stress of UCAS not getting back to me about any of my offers and this waiting game pushing me to actually make writing of this. 

Erm, but actually I'm feeling better, and this weekend got to see a fair few of my good friends via pub friday (in which, we didn't actually make it to the pub and ended up sat at Hedley's) and DPF's expensive birthday meal on Saturday and maybe when I get back to a normal day when I get the attention I clearly seek so much then life will be back to normal.

I love you all.

God Bless, L x

My new task.

I am about to go and print this off and put it next to the coffee cupboard and drink at least one of these drinks a day. (That is my plan at the moment, but it will probably take like 3 months) anyway, I found this blog browsing, and actually its perfect because the other day I accidentally opened the real coffee in search for instant coffee and mum started stressing about all the espresso going off. So dad's got the old stovetop espresso maker that i have never seen before out and now I need to drink it before it gets hidden away for years and goes away unappreciated.

Neighbours.

Really stressing me out. Its getting late in the evening, I'm trying to get all of my History coursework and English work out of the way (and, true, i guess my effort isn't at its up most, Issac and the film I put on are catching my attention) but mostly, every time I put pen to paper, I think about Neighbours.

Perhaps its because I'm doing my English Hamlet work and that's what the year 11's in Erinsborough High are studying that first set me off... I began to think about maybe the writers are trying to do a whole clever forshadowing thingy, what with Paul's very near death and Andrew's anger. Maybes its going along the Senecan Tragedy line..

Oh, I don't know. I don't even care.

Might talk more about Neighbours another time.

Lots of Love, L x

Can't put a price on a good nights sleep.

I have recently found myself becoming one of those people that get on the bus, grab the Metro or the Manchester Evening News, flicking way past all the important news at the front (or.. moderately important when it comes to the metro) and goes straight to the latest news on Cheryl Cole.  I don't know when this started, and Cheryl Cole is just an example, but I found myself reading and getting angry about an interview with Joe McElderry at one point (It is redic that him being gay has become news, it was known right from when he stepped on X-factor, surely.) but I then later referred to the interview in conversation. It's embarrassing, I always put myself as more of an Independent reader, or perhaps The Guardian; *heaven forbid one should read the daily mail, or the gossip section in the metro... I feel I have once again slipped into that habit of exaggerating everything; the danger of keeping a journal. I suppose that there's really not much wrong with reading the metro guilty pleasures articles, and I suppose I only bother to read it because I spend to much time with Samson.


This evening I am quite at ease, this hasn't been the case recently. For the last 18 months I have been suffering with back pain, I blame my mother, from as far back as I remember she's been complaining about her back. As much as I try to deny that we're at all similar in anyway and not related, I have clearly inherited a back problem. Over the last couple of days I've found sleeping really hard, so I decided to do as my mother said and go to the Chiropractor.


I've only got a locked back.


I don't even know what that means, but today my beaut chiropractor told me that in another 17 years I'm going to have a hunch back. I've already got one, is what he told me, Its unnoticeable to the eye (thank the lord) but I have a hunch all the same. It came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything obvious. It installed itself cunningly, little by little, and now: I'm having 3 sessions of back re-alignment a week for a month, and then have physio after that at £30 each session.


So there we have it, looks like I'm not going to get car insurance ever after my spine has been fixed. On the upside, my doc is beautiful and rang me earlier to ask how I was feeling and he said he's looking forward to seeing me. I'm sure its just procedure, but I'd like to think he just loves me (I also wouldn't like to think so, as thats creepy and unprofessional.. but you understand)


Things are weird at the moment, I've been feeling different, happy, but more like me before Sixth Form. I feel distant from everyone. I don't mind to much, I miss going out getting drunk with Sam, I might have my ups and downs with the guy, but they were the highist ups (no pun intended) and the lowest downs.. and its feeling that freedom I used to feel. I've changed now, and its for the better, it's for my own best interest and for God, but when the people around me don't believe in God and then God feels so far away. I don't want to be now me, I'd rather be the twat that gets drunk all the time and has fun.


Think Alphas getting a grip of me. Alpha, Richard Dawkins and Tony Campolo. 


Tomorrow I'm supposed to be playing at the Spinners Arm's live music night. I'm also supposed to be going out clubbing on Canal Street for Sam's 18th. I'm also supposed to be having quality time with my dad and getting a take-away and watching a film. And its bonfire night.


I'm not sure where my priories are, I sort of just want to watch some fireworks.


God Bless, L x




* Quotation taken from Dot Rank.
* Some Sartre quotations stolen from "Nausea" too.

Half Term has finaly arrived.

And, if I might say so, it was about time.

Thursday brought us the last day of the first instalment to the School year and Blue Coat's second college party this year, (I regret to inform you all, it was my first of the year as due to financial situations, I had to get my ticket refunded first party) Though over a week before Halloween, it was a Halloween fancy dress party; I would like you all to know at this point, I don't really agree with the whole Halloween idea, but have to keep my social status up and after missing the first party.. well, I feel my reputation was getting a little lost in the post.

Yes, Candle Light Oldham (potentially the oldest, most deserted and dirtiest venue in Oldham: that's saying alot) welcomed us back with open arms, and being on the inside of the school social scene I happen to know that the venue welcomed us back for free. This is all well, and, there was a massive intake of money for BC's SF prom and charity fund, however for some reason we were kicked out onto the streets before the strike of midnight.

On a usual night, this may not have been a problem it would just mean a early start to the night out in Oldham, but considering the majority of people were covered in fake blood and face paint and a lack of ID (Candlelight literally served us well) there was much moaning and stress.

Forgetting the abrupt end to the evening it started off well; I started my evening at 151 Mottram Road as per usual with the "Fubar" girls (Fubar girls has however been changed a lot over the years and only 4 out of the original 7/8 remain, it also included additional people, including Cavan and Damon) the evening started off slowly, with us all getting ready too early in my opinion and starting drinking too late. - I also missed my termly pre-sesh Neighbours ep. However, once all dressed:

(from left to right) Harriet, Damon (Gladiator) Cavan (Mario),
 Sophie, Jenni, Mary, Joanne, Myself (bats/vamps)

The drinking and the games followed, over all, the night was a great end to the term, and although there were some points where I couldn't move for wanting to throw up. (I feel it was the repercussions of the absinthe my parents brought back from Prague for me) I did have a really good night.

In other more resent news; I have just, in the last couple of hours completed and sent of my UCAS (click to see a copy of my personal statement) so hopefully this time next year I will be enjoying the knowledge of having a place at any of the following:

• University of Bristol
• University of Manchester
• Queens University Belfast
• Liverpool Hope University
• Heythrop College London 

Before embarking on my gap year, God Bless, L x

This week:

Saw the launch of Saddleworth New's TV. Earlier today I finally had chance to watch it, whilst attempting to dust the living room, i left it playing and I then all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice.

It was only Jacob bloody Miller, i.e, Anna Marshall's ex, aka, super nipples.

Anyway, as a fan of Saddleworth news I figured do a bit of plugging:

Not happy however about Scouthead not being in the title sequence...

Tuitions, Tuitions, Tuitions.

The bane of my life.
I'm not going to lie and say that tuitions fees had previously crossed my mind, they hadn't, the last time I'd thought of them from a self centred point of view was back in the general election when I heard discussions on the topic at matter. 
Yes, of course, you've guessed it: Lord "lets bankrupt the young" Browne's tuition fees report. 
"2010 Lord Browne recommends that students should pay at least £21,000 for a three-year-degree in the most radical shake-up of higher education funding for 50 years."
This here, is one thing that I am not happy about. Not only do the Government throw this at us just weeks before our UCAS has to be sent off, but they are yet to give us any further information into what will go on with this new law if enforced, when it will start, and whether there's going to be a lock in on the 2011 applicants.
So yes, my gap year plans may be on hold. (I say that, however actually my personal statement and ucas all say im taking a gap year and I'm far to lazy to be changing it now.) However, I have had a donation from my grandpa so, with that hopefully my student loan wont be too massive. 
And before any of you labour supporters start going on at me about "this is what your conservative government has done" Labour were all for the idea, and it was only Lib Dems who were against it. So don't you be giving me all that. 
(Its been given to me a surprising amount in the time I've been moaning about fees)
Ah, bad times for this generation. Bad times. 
Go

Since we became accelerated readers, we never leave the house

I didn't set an alarm last night, I just didn't want too.
This morning my dad woke me up, late, as he assumed my alarm would go off.
He asked me if I was going to shower. I said no and rolled back over.
I needed a shower.
I knew full well I didn't set that alarm for a reason, even though I needed a shower and had morning lessons today.

It wasn't happening, dad left for work and when I woke up it was 10 O'clock and I was not about to go and pay 2:50 to get on a bus, to go to two lessons I am way behind on work from. (If it was another lesson, me being behind on work wouldn't make a different, i am behind on 3/3 subjects at the moment.)

Luckily, I had two episodes of Gilmore Girls to watch, then I showered, I attempted work, but it was not happening.

Mum wasn't arsed about me not going to college, as she's not gotten over the fact that I actually had stuff to put in a personal statement and is still proud of me, (I think now after 24 hours the moments passed as she's spent the evening mocking me) but this morning, her pride was still fresh and so she took me out for a pub lunch and a little shop round Uppermill.

I'm not going to lie, it's not been a bad day at all. My usual day off would be spent watching Jeremy Kyle, but no, today, i got to feast on a medium rare sirloin stake with onion rings at the Church Inn.

This evening was the first time I made it to the Spinners Arms in ages, it was definatly one of the folk clubs busier evenings and I only got to play 3 songs in 3 hours I was there:

• Naked as we came - Iron and Wine
• Such Great Highs - Iron and Wine (cover of Postal Service) 
• Aside - The Weakerthans (acoustic) 

However, my "Aside" was very scrappy, and it wasn't what I wanted to play, however id forgotten to retune my guitar from drop Eb so when it came to playing, that was the only song I could remember in said key. Much to my disappointment, Jonny (My main competition/the only other guy my age) played much better than I did and left before I got to outshine him with my Iron and Wine covers... maybe he would have outshone me back if he stayed though. Psh, credit to the guy - next week however. Its on.


Tomorrow is the first proper week of Alpha, I'm actually really looking forward to it, see how it pans out from how it was when I did it last year (or maybe two years ago? - I can't remember)

That's it for today, My bloging been really really lame recently, what with my focus being on my personal statement and the Sarah Hall show. Hopefully after this busy week I'll be able to get back on track.

God Bless, L x

Tonight was one of those:

"I'm knackered, its 8:30 and I don't even want to do anything, I'm going to bed" - kinda nights, though, every time I get like this, I get my netbook out to watch some stupid film I decided to download on the basis that know one will know it and I just might find some amazing cult indie film that only I have seen and that makes me super awesome - because, I'm pretty sure I think like this subconciously as my netbooks full of, potentially great cult indie films, that are actually crap.
Anyway, I decided to start googling, not really much, and im not even sure how I ended up on this website.. I think I was just going from blog to blog, anyway, I ended up on the website of this guy who designs and sells these really cool quilts... like, patch work stuff... Not usually my scene, I must admit, but yes. I was checking out all of these cool quilts and was all up for asking for one for Christmas off  the rents but when I finally got round to it, it turned out that these quilts are pretty darn expensive at $800 each. I was gutted. However I liked it enough to want to show you all this video of Boo Davis' book "Dare to be Square" on his patchwork and quilt work stuff.. its all based around reinventing traditional designs and stuff.

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I don't know why it was that even after listening to a few of my all time favourites, I was not close to being moved out of this mood that has been slowly gripping me in over the last week. It wasn't in fact until I put Tori Reddings "Favey Dance Songs" playlist on spotify that artists such as Soulja Boy and Taio Cruz that saved me From my own thoughts... 

The past two Sundays I've found myself back into last years routine of planning which lessons and days I'm going to skip in the forthcoming week. I don't know weather it's Blue Coat, my family, or the stress of future planning that's been getting me down, but its been getting heavier and heavier each day.

I think today its reached a point, when I realised the chances of having a Gap Year have become less than slim (more than slim?) What with the new tuition fees situation and all that. It feels like the buzz that I was getting in the summer is finally drawing to a close.

In other, more positive news "The Sarah Hall Show" is up and running, - yes, it is real, though I joked about it in a previous blog, since then there has been progress and editors, its up and running, and for all students of Sarah Hall, it is definitely worth a read. 

For chocolate lovers, fans of hot drinks, or salt addicts like myself you should all be aware, of the beauty and taste genius that is: a pinch of salt in your hot chocolate. This is not something I just tried out after a sudden brain wave, no, I saw it watching Series 2 of Modern Family on Sky 1 (definitely worth watching) when there was a chocolate milk salt scene. It was curiosity, I tried it in my hot chocolate out of curiosity, and there it was, sensational.  - Okay, so maybe I'm reading to much into it, but I advise it, as one commenter on David Lebovitz Belgian Hot Chocolate recipe said "People always forget the pinch of salt – its the secret ingredient in good hot chocolate!"  

I don't really have anything else to write, I've done nothing interesting in the slightest since my last blog, I hate to admit to a boring life, but my day to day antics get very humdrum. I did however venture to another 18th on Friday; our Kayt Hughes', It was lovely, and i certainly enjoyed myself, even the part when I was watching in awe as amber through up her bowls of coconut jelly and blue ice cream. The state. On that,  I will leave you with this: another video of Amber:

Thank you for reading, next post I will try and remember the little hilarious things that take place from day to day in my life, instead of giving you a brief over view on stuff that you don't care too much about. I am hoping that by the end of this week I can get my personal statement up for you all to laugh, criticise, scrutinize and edit, and then I can perfect it. Also, will do a post on how things are with God at the moment and my feelings towards Vinelifes Student Alpha course. 

God Bless, L x

experimenthol

Experimenthing: An Introduction

erm... Toms got a new blog? - Truthfully, I'm quite sure the majority (with some exceptions) of people who take there time to read my blog, wont be interested in the art of journalism, and those that are, probably arn't too fussed about affairs in the Middle East, and those that are, should definitely become a regular to http://experimenthol.com/ my brother Tom's new blog. 

Fortune is said to favour the brave.

This morning I got up by myself for the first time in ages - due to my father who usually wakes me being in Romania. I  had a shower, put my pajamas back on and put my hair in a towel. At 7:26 I set my alarm for 7:35 and got back into bed and went to sleep again; excited about the extra 10 minutes kip I could have before I had to actually bother to move.

I woke up at 8:26. An exact hour after I set my alarm, of course, I didn't realise at first and was like "Woahh, I just felt like I had a hours sleep but its still 7:26!" till I re-checked, and realised that actually I set the alarm for 8:35 and it was by chance I had woken up an exact hour later.

Readers should note, that on a normal day like today my first lesson starts at 8:45 So there it was: My first theology lesson of the year skipped. I don't know weather it was my subconscious trying to get me to skip another crappy day or weather it was the honest mistake that I insisted to Miss Young that it was, but there you have it. The one lesson I care about this year statisticly glitched by this morning. I feel like I should stop bothering now haha.

Thursday was the last day I properly got to hang out with Will before he goes to uni. (I'm assuming everyone knows/knows of my brothers Will and Tom.) Me and Will are pretty close I'd say, like, we argue and such like every sibling and sometimes we're a bit crap with each other, but Will is one of the very few people I can always talk to about pretty much anything (of course, lines must be drawn with siblings.) So, Will did a gap year working for a lighting company in Nelson, so, even though he didn't live at home last year, he was only a hour or two away.. now he's in London. So Thursday I met him in Oldham and we went to Cafe Mist which he had been waiting to experience all summer but every time we went it was closed. 

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Cafe mist is a Shisha Bar in Oldham - arguably does the best shisha in Manchester and has the widest range of flavours. - but is also potentially illegal....) 

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It was nice just hanging out with him, we never really hang out much any more and when we do Danny (of Letters to Lucy) always ruins it.We went shopping and got some horrible cheap Mr Cod and chatted with Carol Porter. In the evening we went to Fusion - Previously named Happy Gathering - Previously named Phoenix; a Chinese/Thai place in Royton which though suffered from the moodiest waitress imaginable, has definitely gone up in the world. It was a mint day. I really love and am going to miss Willl.

He rang me last night drunk and seemed really happy. I'm glad.

Errrrrrrrrrr.

I had a pretty good weekend actually, saw loads of people and did allot of stuff. I won't bore you with the details of my weekend, but I didn't really hate any of it. Except for the thought on Sunday evening of Monday, but that happens every week because I hate college. - Linking back to my little intro.

Did doubt fill up your shoes with problems you could dance to?

Since I quit smoking about 3 months ago, I have only smoked drunk, or like twice soberly... today I actually bought one. I don't know why. I wasn't feeling crappy. I just wanted one. I hate that I wanted one, it wasn't a craving, needy type of want. It was just, I felt like it, I figure if I can quit, which I know I can, I should quit when I want to quit, not for anyone else... Obviously, I don't want to smoke like I used to.. I don't want to waste my money. I don't know. I had to write this because I felt guilty for actually paying for the habbit, erm... but also? i dont know... I dont know what to do.


Smoke Don't Smoke...

Urgh.


Like, im ashamed of myself, but... I'm not aditcted.. so..


I don't even know.

On the upside, when I was buying a couple of Zachy from the back shop who apparently sells single ciggarettes on their own now (which is ironicly named a "Lucy") he messed about with my phone and went on the bible and we were chatting about God and Jesus... It was pretty sweet and was I think one of the best bits of my day.. It was really sad the way he was talking about his family and Islam. Apparently his best friends a Christian and so he's been to church with him a couple of times. I shouted at him for having communion even though he's supposed to be a Muslim, but i secretly loved it because its Zach.. he started telling me about how he loves stained glass windows because of the story's they tell.


So we talked about the seminar I went to last night at Reaches' "exchange" about the power of story telling, which was really really awesome. Like, amazing.. If they get a podcast up I will link it because it was mint, and completely relevant to me and Zach talking. 


So at least there was one good thing that came out of this...


anyway, this is very sloppy writing and I'm very tired,


God Bless, L x

And I'm like URG why do I need coffee now!

I'm definately not one of those people that spend their lives on youtube, but yesterday my brother showed me this video:

And then he showed me this one:

and it was bloody hilarious. - Well done to both the hilarious woman (Diana of Kansas City) and the Gregory Brothers.

For those who enjoy British science fiction about time travelling Doctors in boxes created by the BBC..

I'm not too sure how the conversation came up, maybe me and Will Reddish were talking about people we hate, maybe we were talking about the time-space continuum, maybe we were discussing how I still have Nik's sonic screwdriver, however the conversation went a little like this.

Me: Urgh, but I HATE River Song... and Martha, Martha's lame! 

Will: I don't really mind Martha, I quite like her, but I don't like River song.

 Me: What? Martha's lame, it goes Rose, Amy, Catherine Tate (because no one ever calls her by          her Doctor Who character name) and Martha.  

Will: No, not at all, Rose, Martha, Amy, Catherine Tate...  

ect....

Will:  Anyway, you do know that Amy and River are the same person?

And there it was. Will just put it out there, and it was never going to be taken away and go back in. River and Amy.. the same person.. Could it be? - "No, Never, not even a possibility" my response was. He carried on with this to talk about how on the last episode of doctor who of the last series (if you haven't seen it, I will warn you, with much irony... Spoilers)  That River goes to the wedding of Amy and Rory and gives as them - as part of the wedding "something old, something new" tradition her Tardis like diary, the diary however is blank. We know already however that it has; in previous episodes had writing in it. Therefore, if the blank diary is passed to Amy and in the future River owns it with its writing, they must be the same person.


Anyway, I challenge you fans to go onto the forums I have spent far to much time on and check these arguments out. I rang round a couple of my friends to ask there opinions on the matter, and it is only Will Reddish and Daniel Jolly that think it. 


I would like more opinions and arguments, it has literally been in my mind since lunch yesterday and will be until we find out more in a new episode. Thankyou very much, anyone, please comment on this post. 

God bless Doctor Who, L x

I could pretty much dedicate a blog

Just to the things that Sarah Hall does in her day to day life and the things she says.

Today, I attempted to convert SRH to Christianity. She wasn't having any of it... a massive shame.

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=99807080406&oid=98337859114


It's ashame that I didnt start videoing a minute earlyer when she really did bollock the poor boy.
(this video is not allowed apparently... so no one tell her about it.)

http://www.saddleworthnews.com/?p=3403

cobbler, cobbler mend my shoe.

The past couple of days has felt like a blur, I don't know weather its because I haven't really had a proper till a couple of hours ago. I feel drained - however, I'm not complaining, its been a good couple of days.


Saturday
As a celebration of their 25th wedding aneversary the street pastors decided to treat us all and go away on holiday to Prauge. You'd have though that even after the antics of their holiday in Italy (or more the antics that went on at home) my parents would stick to their guns of "your never going to be left in the house alone till your 18" but they didn't - of course, alot has changed since the summer of 2009 and I have of course matured alot, and wouldn't think of going down the same road again. Anyway, so 10am they set off to the airport, leaving me to chillout home alone until today as Will was away for the weekend too.


I dedicated my saturday to, watching crap TV and of course, my gals. After the success of Curry night I invited all the usual suspects round for pizza, films and drinks. There's not more I can really write actually about the night because it would all end up being inside jokes, but I will leave you with this video of two of my favourite fools.

Sunday

Sausage and Egg Sandwich.

I was awoken Sunday morning with a pussy cat curled up in a ball on the bottom of my bed. When I eventually made it down my stairs all the slobs were lying about my house causing trouble and being hungry, so we raided the fridge and ended up sat round the table eating some breakfast grub, it was a very Jersey Shore guido family moment.

 Sunday night I went over to Manchester using the beautiful GMPTE bus service, which for once: I am FULLY loving, as I needed to get to Reach and then met up with Nik after for Shisha. 

The poor boy had no money, so I bought us a cake to share and a milkshake each, it was very much a beautiful moment until Laura Piekos rocked up. Damascus may be more expensive, but beats Shisha temple hands down.
Then me and Nik spent the evening wasting all my contract money on bloody 118 because he wanted Doritos.  However, apparently at 12 on a Sunday night no shops are open.. even the supposed "24 hour" supermarkets. We were gutted truth be told. We arrived back to Casa Trewinnard far to late but was a nice evening with my boy though, even if I didn't go to bed till late because we were having in depth chats.

Monday

Eyes on my nails?

Yesterday wasn't amazing college wise, as no day at BC usually is, spent most of my time trying to track down some ID so I could go out karaokeing with all the reach people. After many "Luce, you'l lose it, I just don't trust you" arguments with various people, I managed to get Kim Gav's ID. (Via Amy Morgan, - I have no idea who Kim is) and set about going karaoeking. All was well until we realised that Laura forgot we were supposed to be Hippies... we pulled it off anyway and it was a good evening. - Up until Pieks forced an emotional brake down on me when I was drunk. Other than that, it was a killer evening and Kim was not even questioned. I also have eyes on my nails too, just as a bonus. I'm also mint at Karaoke, and Yan made me and Laura some amazing cookies at like 3 in the morning. They were SO tasty.

Tuesday

Good Old Kim

Awoke this morning in a bit of a state, with a lack of top and a messy face. None of it mattered as my task was to get to college by 9 because my attendance this year has been shoddy as. The trek down Oxford road didn't even phase a still quite drunk me, and I managed to make it onto the bus to Oldham with time to spare.

Problem was, I fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up at my destination I scurried off... forgetting my purse that was placed on the seat i was sat on. - I of course didn't realise this until I had walked off, and by the time I'd triple checked my bag and ran back to the station the bus had gone. Not helped by the fact I still had some alcohol in my system I found a First bus driver who pointed me kindly to the GMPTE man. I can't describe the feeling as I though about poor Kim Gav's ID potentially enjoying its ride through Failzworth. I couldn't quite remember what bus I had taken out of the 4 and assumed I'd been on a 83, the lovely man, who was very nice considering the state I was in, he rang up the bus people and told them to check all 83/82's I was literally sat praying that something would work out. After getting a phone call back, there was no purse found. I again checked my bag, praying that something might have happened and my purse might be there. - LOW AND BEHOLD IT WASN'T; but my bus ticket was. - I'd only got a 180 hadn't I, not a 82/83 (looking back, i knew that because I'd typed it into google on my phone for no reason..) anyway, with the information on the ticket the hero that was the GMPTE man singled out the exact bus I was on and again after waiting for the call, there it was. On a 180 going round Saddleworth. I waited for the bus to return to Oldham, it was mint. It was like the worst feeling followed by the best feeling. 

My parents want me to be drunk...

 The 180 turned up, and I got on and asked the man about my purse. It was an awkward but awesome moment when he asked my name and I had to respond "its Lucy...but also Kim?" as I couldn't remember which ID I had on view. It was sweet. Best thing. ah. God totally helped me out. 

Made it to col, and watched some Helena Bonham Carter film about Lady Jane Gray. - It was mint.

Came home and my parents we're there and gave us the whole slide show of pictures and presents times. The street pastors only got me 70% Absinthe with a special spoon to match, and then some Cannabis vodka for my dear brother.

Then I slept off the late nights: now I'm feeling mint, except now I'm in that situation where I want to sleep but I've already slept... So I'm watching Gilmore Girls.

God bless, L x

Twitter has got me all excited.

For those in the Class of 2009.

I was browsing though my first blog and found this: A dedication to Catherine Joan Hill, and the Class of 2009:

Gémissement retentissant

Alan starts the engine,

Air conditioning starts to roar,

Its half-one in the morning;

Ellies sleeping on the floor.

"Ive had no sleep at all" - A resounding moan.

The day begins to clear,

And the sun starts beaming in,

Just another service station,

And a new white plastic bin.

"I got no sleep last night" - Another resounding moan.

Mr Anderson is kipping

The whole coach is burning up

A south perisian sun,

We'll be there soon in good luck

"I want a window seat, I'll kill someone in a minute!" -Resounding, resounding moan.

Were not sure the air cons working,

We were due 10 minutes ago

The heats making us drowsy...

...shes at her window though.