Monday, 18 February 2008
The general public suck.
I fell over today. Not just a trip, but a fully fledged fall. Flat on my face, bags everywhere, arms and legs sprawled embarassingly across the floor. It was one of those things where it took me by so much shock that it took me a few seconds longer than it should have to realise what had happened. Just to add to my embarassment, not one person stopped to help me. I'd actually quite hurt my knee and head and found it a bit hard to stand straight away, yet people continued to walk past ignoring the tragedy that was me. I was shocked. If someone had fallen over like that near me, i'd at least check if they were okay. I had already come to realise that a large percentage of the world don't give a shit, but I was obviously quite hurt. If an old lady had fallen over, would they have helped her? Probably. I'm young though so I must be okay, or not worth helping, right? Maybe I shouldn't hold doors open for people I don't know anymore. No-one seems to do it for me! I can't believe how rude and obnoxious the general public have become. I sometimes wish I was born decades ago, but then i'd have to sacrifice my rights as a woman. I can't win!
Sunday, 17 February 2008
A fantastic few days.
This is a good place to start my blog as i've had an amazing consecutive set of days. I like starting on a high. Don't get me wrong, my week has been far from flawless. As usual, someone up there had decided to personally victimise me, but I stuck my fingers up to them and decided to enjoy myself regardless!
This weekend just happened to be Valentines day combined with a celebration of a year together for me and my fiance! Celebrating valentine's day is not something I would ever choose to do, even if I do have a solid relationship that will be there for the rest of my life. I love my man 365 days of the year and tell him so every day. I think the sentiment is nice if one needs a reason to tell of their undying love for someone but I do it every day and the day doesn't hold a special sentiment to us. However, we did conform and get eachother cards just because we thought it would be nice =].
Our valentine's night was spent with a movie romantic curry night which we'd made ourselves (well we stuck it in the microwave), and I had got a nice valentine's surprise under my clothes which he seemed to like a lot! However, it was the next day that needed celebrating!
February 15th 2007. Our one year anniversary. I'd spent so long worrying about what to write, about what to say. So much had happened in that year that I didn't feel like I could cram it into anything I could say or write. I decided therefore to just write about how strongly I feel about the man who saved my life and the year that he'd made wonderful. I know that without him i'd still be fat and depressed so I have a lot to be thankful for =p.
We decided that we'd inject a bit of culture into our day so thought we would make an effort and go to the museum. I'd always walked past the museum on the way to the train station but never ventured inside. Unfortuately, it had turned out to be on of the coldest days i'd experienced this year and being a tiny 7stone 4, I felt the cold intensely. Especially in the short dress i'd been anticipating wearing for weeks! To add to this, my suspender belt broke revealing the tops of my stockings. I felt rude stepping into the museum as I felt a tad whorish so had to remove my stockings, revealing my bruised legs and making my temperature srop even more. Forcing back the tears, I tried to remain positive as I didn't want to ruin the day i'd been waiting for for ages.
Thank god I managed to buy some tights, wipe away my tears and pull myself together. Call me melodramatic if you like but I am a woman and melodrama is expected yes?
After the museum and our dip into culture, we decided to get a few drinks before heading off to the italian where we had a table booked. The warmth smacked me in the face as I walked in, making me breathe a sigh of relief. I simply cannot stand the cold in any circumstances. To me, there aren't many things that could ruin my day more. I can't concentrate, function or so anything besides shiver. I may even cry. So walking into this warm pub was just what I needed to calm myself down and perusade myself that I was going to have a good night. Well, I knew that I would always have his arms around me if I did feel the temperature and I thank the heavens for having him by my side so I knew that it could never be that tragic! I was celebrating a year with someone amazing. I can't contain in a sentence just how much I love him or how amazing it feels when i'm with him. I don't know how some people survive their whole lives without ever feeling this.
We finished our meals (which were very nice!) and then got a taxi home (due to the ridiculous damn English weather)! I felt like a bit of a hypocrite getting a taxi as I would usually call people who get taxis lazy as that is usually the case. However, I felt that I might get pneumonia if I had to walk home! We then went back to his to exchange cards and presents. We had decided to make our own cards as all of the anniversary cards are labelled with "Husband" or "Wife". Plus, it was much more personal this way. My card looked like it had been made by a 5 year old. I had actually spent a lot of time cutting out letters and sticking them on and adding various illustrations but it really did look like a child's attempt. I did however think a lot about the words wrote on the inside of the card. Thinking about the most amazing year of my life and how much I felt (and how I never knew this was possible) moved me to tears and having worried about not knowing what to write seemed stupid as the words just poured out and made him emotional too as he was reading them.
The card he made for me was adorable. He'd drawn a perfectly formed heart on the outside and things he loved about me on the inside. We decided that we'd make cards for eachother every year and I can't wait until we have a fabulous collection =].
We then exchanged presents. He'd got me a Watersone's card which I was thrilled with as getting new books excites me greatly (reading being one of my favourite past times). I love being able to fall into someone elses world every now and again. Although it has to capture me quickly or i'll move onto another book. Metaphor for my personality? It's a possibility.
I'd made him what was essentially "A year in the life of us". I'd collected all of the photos that had been taken in the past year and put them all ina photo album with a poem, comments and more of my childish illustrations. I had a lot of fun making and there are spaces left so i'm not done yet!
So all in all, a fantastic weekend spent with the love of my life. Despite my headache, I feel unbelievably great right now. Please don't ruin it for me.
xpinkmoonlightx
This weekend just happened to be Valentines day combined with a celebration of a year together for me and my fiance! Celebrating valentine's day is not something I would ever choose to do, even if I do have a solid relationship that will be there for the rest of my life. I love my man 365 days of the year and tell him so every day. I think the sentiment is nice if one needs a reason to tell of their undying love for someone but I do it every day and the day doesn't hold a special sentiment to us. However, we did conform and get eachother cards just because we thought it would be nice =].
Our valentine's night was spent with a movie romantic curry night which we'd made ourselves (well we stuck it in the microwave), and I had got a nice valentine's surprise under my clothes which he seemed to like a lot! However, it was the next day that needed celebrating!
February 15th 2007. Our one year anniversary. I'd spent so long worrying about what to write, about what to say. So much had happened in that year that I didn't feel like I could cram it into anything I could say or write. I decided therefore to just write about how strongly I feel about the man who saved my life and the year that he'd made wonderful. I know that without him i'd still be fat and depressed so I have a lot to be thankful for =p.
We decided that we'd inject a bit of culture into our day so thought we would make an effort and go to the museum. I'd always walked past the museum on the way to the train station but never ventured inside. Unfortuately, it had turned out to be on of the coldest days i'd experienced this year and being a tiny 7stone 4, I felt the cold intensely. Especially in the short dress i'd been anticipating wearing for weeks! To add to this, my suspender belt broke revealing the tops of my stockings. I felt rude stepping into the museum as I felt a tad whorish so had to remove my stockings, revealing my bruised legs and making my temperature srop even more. Forcing back the tears, I tried to remain positive as I didn't want to ruin the day i'd been waiting for for ages.
Thank god I managed to buy some tights, wipe away my tears and pull myself together. Call me melodramatic if you like but I am a woman and melodrama is expected yes?
After the museum and our dip into culture, we decided to get a few drinks before heading off to the italian where we had a table booked. The warmth smacked me in the face as I walked in, making me breathe a sigh of relief. I simply cannot stand the cold in any circumstances. To me, there aren't many things that could ruin my day more. I can't concentrate, function or so anything besides shiver. I may even cry. So walking into this warm pub was just what I needed to calm myself down and perusade myself that I was going to have a good night. Well, I knew that I would always have his arms around me if I did feel the temperature and I thank the heavens for having him by my side so I knew that it could never be that tragic! I was celebrating a year with someone amazing. I can't contain in a sentence just how much I love him or how amazing it feels when i'm with him. I don't know how some people survive their whole lives without ever feeling this.
We finished our meals (which were very nice!) and then got a taxi home (due to the ridiculous damn English weather)! I felt like a bit of a hypocrite getting a taxi as I would usually call people who get taxis lazy as that is usually the case. However, I felt that I might get pneumonia if I had to walk home! We then went back to his to exchange cards and presents. We had decided to make our own cards as all of the anniversary cards are labelled with "Husband" or "Wife". Plus, it was much more personal this way. My card looked like it had been made by a 5 year old. I had actually spent a lot of time cutting out letters and sticking them on and adding various illustrations but it really did look like a child's attempt. I did however think a lot about the words wrote on the inside of the card. Thinking about the most amazing year of my life and how much I felt (and how I never knew this was possible) moved me to tears and having worried about not knowing what to write seemed stupid as the words just poured out and made him emotional too as he was reading them.
The card he made for me was adorable. He'd drawn a perfectly formed heart on the outside and things he loved about me on the inside. We decided that we'd make cards for eachother every year and I can't wait until we have a fabulous collection =].
We then exchanged presents. He'd got me a Watersone's card which I was thrilled with as getting new books excites me greatly (reading being one of my favourite past times). I love being able to fall into someone elses world every now and again. Although it has to capture me quickly or i'll move onto another book. Metaphor for my personality? It's a possibility.
I'd made him what was essentially "A year in the life of us". I'd collected all of the photos that had been taken in the past year and put them all ina photo album with a poem, comments and more of my childish illustrations. I had a lot of fun making and there are spaces left so i'm not done yet!
So all in all, a fantastic weekend spent with the love of my life. Despite my headache, I feel unbelievably great right now. Please don't ruin it for me.
xpinkmoonlightx
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