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Forgiveness.

I've been thinking recently. What makes forgiveness so important to us as human beans? When we do something wrong, that we know hurts another person, we instantly want to make it better. Why is it so important? Invariably, it's not because we actually feel sorry, let's be honest. We don't actually feel bad for the hurt or the pain we've caused. It's just to make us feel better. So we know, hey there's no bad feelings between us. It's alright. We can move on, continue as it was.

I often wonder if I'm too forgiving. A few things that have happened over this past month that I've instantly said, 'yeah, it's okay. Don't worry about it.' But then later, I've thought...should I have been so easy about it all? If the shoe was on the other foot (on some of these situations), I would be mortified with guilt.
I guess it's my way of coping. At the end of the day, I can't be bothered with all the hassle of having to keep up being angry. And I don't like change. Change has a lot to do with it. I like things staying as the were/are. So I try to forget about things. I try not to let things bother me. I take it with a shrug. We all make mistakes. I do this so hopefully, relationships can stay the same.

Am I wrong for being like this? Do people walk all over me? Sometimes I think so. But imagine if we remembered every bad word and deed said against us. Wouldn't we end up without any friends?

I'm not quite sure what I'm going on about today. Oh, and just so you know, I'm not talking about anyone or anything in specific. I just had some stuff I needed to sort out in my head. This isn't a blog like I usually post...I'm feeling a lil bit emo today.

Anyway, I shall return once more akin to the usual Claudia soon.

Till next time...

Hurray, I'm back after a couple of week's absence from this blog of fun!!!!! I decided to leave it for a bit, see if anything interesting happened.

Nothing has really.

I finished my examinations...which was a laugh. Okay I was not laughing at all, espesh in the final English exam where I thought I was actually going to die. Don't we all love an analysis of transcripts and archaic language?
Exams were followed by a family outing of me and my significant other to see everyone's favourite scary film...The Omen. It was about as scary as being steam rollered by a slug. Which, in my mind, would not be scary at all. However, the veiwing was highly enjoyable, and the excursion taught me that busses do not run from Southampton late at night. I also learnt the wonders of H&M hoodies. They are like the Aladdin's lamp of the world.

And then, the next day saw a superdeduper party to celebrate a very important day. Enough vodka was drunk for all to have a good time (apart from Chris who will not be playing limbo for a while methinks...). Well, when I say good, it was good until I realised at 4 o'clock in the morning that I was lying outside in my pyjamas while rapidly falling down a slope. The reason? I wanted to be emo and sleep underneath the stars. It was here that I decided that the tent that everyone else had wisely chosen was a better idea (even though tents do portray claustrophobic connotations)because it was warm, and not outside on a slope. I think from that event I learnt that being emo isn't always a good idea. Infact it's never a good idea. Look what happened to all those emos at college...

And then there has been Katie's bbq of fun. I thouroughly enjoyed myself. Apart from when all of my spots decided to explode consequtively. It was that bloody sleeping underneath the stars business that started it all, because i ended up with about 2 million mosquitoe bites all over my legs that HAD to be itched. and so I did, and they all bled. emo. So, aside from spending most of my time mopping up blood, I also believe that I may have eaten meat. Which is a bit gay to the extreme. Damn all those veggie burgers looking the same as meat burgers.

And then, I had to send my computer away to be fixed (hurrah, I can now see the colours properly). But, it is not fixed properly and I can't listen to any sort of music. Therefore I have to make up my own songs and play them in my head. My personal fave is 'You are the best beret a girl has ever seen'.
So, while my computer was being fixed, I had a lot of free time during which I read about 60 books and spent excessive amounts of time on Final Fantasy VII. We all want a bit of Cloud. Now, as a small child I used to play on this game of fun from time to time, but I never really understood how COMPLEX the game is. It hurts my mind when I play it now. And it scares me. I'm only on level 14 and I'm already stuck.

And that's been my life really. I am extremely poor, even though I do have a job. So I'm looking for a weekday job. I was going to do some voluntary work at the hospital but I cannae afford the old bus fare. Instead, I'm stuck at home listening to the ministry of sound's summer collection. Get your jungle breaks and beats!

And that's been it. All in all, I'm in quite a good mood at the moment. The sun is shining, and I have some mint choc chip ice cream waiting for me downstairs. So remember my little pomplemousses that you should never use gel pens as a replacement for suntan lotion.

Till next time...