Sunday, 25 September 2011

SOMETIMES-NONSENSE


SOMETIMES I have something I really want to say. Sometimes I have something I want to say with my own funny spin on it. Sometimes I have nothing to say but so much I feel.  Sometimes I just write complete shite. Sometimes I write from my heart. Sometimes.....
Today’s blog is pure adulterated cut throat bollocks.
Enjoy, my random shit and nonsense!
I managed to get up and washed and dressed and out the house yesterday, something that has been in no way achievable since Tuesday. Yet I made it only until 3-4 pm before I started to feel like micro waved dog shit. I went home I crawled back into bed and stayed there.
I did enjoy seeing my brother, sister in law and nephew. Poor them as they were the first adult humans I have had contact with since Monday. I think I may have rambled on and on about utter bollocks. Sorry guys xoxoxo
I enjoyed seeing my parents and wished I felt better and could have stayed longer. Them being all old and stuff * cough* I would hate for them to feel as shit as I have this week. I know it would destroy my dad’s golf game! And we can not have any of that.
Today I am feeling incredibly – groggy. My head is no longer pounding (unless I cough of course) I just need to not move so fast! Head rush! Ha remember when that used to be a good thing??
So, I have a 1600 word essay to write before next Monday and only 2 weeks till my ‘arts past and present’ module starts. I don’t feel like I am taking on too much right now. Of course I had to drop my maths course. Maths – I suck real badly at maths but I need to qualification. It will have to wait till I can find someone that will do it for me ;) (Kidding)

So now I feel I am rambling again. I am still debating about the piece of writing. I will give it a couple more days.

I read on another blogger page some writing about thinking about someone a lot. I wish I was in the position to write about my relationship emotions right now.  Part of me thinks I should not give two shits and just write what I feel. Part of me thinks bury it Mel. Move on, get over it.
Distractions, distractions, distractions!

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