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2006-07-25T11:33:15+02:00

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...

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Nothing's changed...

2006-07-12T13:29:49+02:00

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...

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yawns

2006-06-11T18:28:29+02:00

Look at that. I'm not doing any revision. What a suprise. Here we are in the millionth week of revising for the fun of A level exams...and it's nearly all over. How upsetting. Imagine, if I manage to get enough grades, I wont ever have to worry about sources ever again. EVER AGAIN!!!! That is a happy thought. However, I may not pass, and I may end up gracing the corridors of Totton College once again. This is the worst case scenario. I mean as much as I love Totton and all my beautiful friendlies who will be residing in Southampton and the area surrounding it...I will be branded as a failure. Eve will no longer be my middle name. It will change to failure. Claudia Failure Pang. I could not face going back. Well, there would be no question...I would have to go back. But what a waste of a year that would be (when I say waste...I have learnt soooo much this year. But most of the stuff I have learnt will not be coming up in the exams. If it did I would worry about the examination board. Just imagine the questions- 'To what extent are two two 1.5 litre bottles of Smirmoff Ice a good idea in one night? Use sources 1,2 and 4 to explain your answer' and, 'Why does Claudia feel it is her imperative to hide from her English teacher on Thursday afternoons? Use your own knowledge and all the sources'). I feel I may be doomed somewhat. My analitical skills are failing me in my old age.

Apart from looking at useless revision guides, I have been doing very little. I did have the most massive argument on Monday with my grandma, which was fun. I do like arguing. Especially when I am suffering with the worst perminant PMT (all month round...I do love it) and have the uber stress of exams...I don't actually like arguing at all. Mainly because I'm the one in the one always in the wrong...

English Language followed by Drama this week. I am in for a treat, I can just tell. I still havent finished reading Hedda Gabler and Our Country's Good. I just keep telling myself I'll be okay. But, when it comes to it...I am a bit rubbish. What am I to do? WHAT AM I TO DO? ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Argh, I am longing for a night out. I'm not particularly bothered where. A skip and a cheap bottle of Lambrini would do. Actually...I take that back. Lambrini is horrid. Chris loves the Lambrini. Ha. Poor boyo, he is never going to live that one down. I am mean I know, but it was nice to see someone other than me wasted on that night. Oh, yeah and if you haven't seen them already, check out my pics on myspace. And comment on all of them.

Right, I'm off to read Hedda. Gabler. This week saw some amazing reading from me, Charlie and Carly and the two Dans...what a shame they didn't do drama instead of me. The failure. *sighs*

Remember, always revise at least 3 months before your exams.

Till next time...

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No more please...

2006-06-04T15:02:48+02:00

I feel like the man lost in the desert longing for some water. Apart from I'm the girl sat in our spare bedroom longing for revision to be over. I am thoroughly fed up of it all. I have revised the Cold War to the death. I have only just started English revision. This may be a disadvantage to my life seeing as a) I'm studying English Language at uni b) my exam is next week c)it's a difficult subject *cries* There is something stopping me running around the house (not naked, thankfully) screaming 'I AM SCREEEEEEEEEWED!!!!!!!!!!!'. That being my grandma is home at this precise moment and she's too close to phoning the doctor on my mental condition as it stands anyway. What am I to do? Any answers on the back of a postcard please...

On the plus, it has been half term. We all love a half term holiday. Though, to be fair, the next few months are going to be a big long holiday. I do enjoy holidays. It gives me a chance to sleep. And watch stupid television programmes such as Jeremy Kyle. HA! Not during this holiday...all I've been doing is the Cold War. It's times like these that I wish I had not spent my time laughing at key political figures with Ian during the lessons of Ivan and Rod, but instead listened to their words of wonder (like model pupils Jon Ledbetter...and Joe...)

The only good things in my life at the moment are the quizzes that I feel it is my perrogative to do every time I get sent one, chocolate ice cream (it is like an orgasm)and of course my friendlies and my more than friendly. These things keep me sane. Perhpas not sane, but they make my life a lot more fun. I have also renewed my love for shaving foam. It is so much fun to put on legs and then scrape it off. Ooooh.

I have also found the new Feeder Singles album on Amazon. I shall be purchasing it in the next 10 minutes. Grant's hair never ceases to amaze me. How does he get it so right? Mmm. If my tongue wasn't perfectly happy where it is (usually...in my mouth...ha), I would lick his face.

Right, every time I write a blog I am also going to include a memory of from the last 7 years. Just so I don't forget them. It might be a massively interesting memory, or massively boring memory. Today I'm starting with our GCSE history lessons at Testwood with Mr Bouncy himself. I remember the way the sun used to shine in and blind us all, and in the Winter how cold the room used to be. I also remember how me, Emily, Amelia and Ellie all used to sit in a row passing notes to each other. I remember the revision exercise where we had to redraw a satirical cartoon involving a crocodile. I remember Turkey being the 'sick man of Europe'. I remember Ben Hartop's eyebrows and how we laughed at him for 5 years (and he had the cheek to call me ugly...). I remember Mr Bown's non-existant beard changing to being existant (how Emily and I laughed at that one). Finally, I remember being told how my exams results would bring a smile to my face. It's true. My GCSE results did, especially after I had my first sweet taste of alcohol to celebrate. Ah, so young and so naive.

Okies all you out there. I am off to laugh at Grice and his Maxims. How I love the English Language.

Always take your clothes off when washing your hair. Otherwise you end up getting all your clothes wet and people laughing at you.

Till next time...

PS. GOOD LUCK IF YOU'RE DOING EXAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you're not doing exams, good luck anyway. You always need luck in this life.

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It's all about the friends...

2006-05-28T15:04:06+02:00

Here we are as promised to you all (well as promised to my friend Michael- see I told you I'd mention you) here is a review of my week, and more noticably, last night of fun. But first, let's get the other stuff out of the way.

This week was tainted with the sadness that was leaving college. Though, to be fair, I wasn't really THAT sad when we left. Not because I wont miss it obviously, it just felt like I wasn't leaving. We did have 2 fun picnics though; one in Hanger Farm and one in the refectory, much to the suprise of Stevie B. I expect he was wondering what we were going to do with the rubbish. Anyway, at both of these picnics, a lot of e-numbers were consumed (that's e-numbers, not Es...). And so I had to go to history still a bit hyper. And that was my day of fun.

And onto the FFAF gig. Ah, what a band. I went with my little square friends...now, I am aware that Charlie and Katie are fans of everyone's favourite Welshies (next to Feeder- but to be fair, only Grant is Welsh. And he doesn't speak with a Welsh accent. Bit of a letdown if you ask me). But previously to the gig, dear old Carly wasn't aware of the finest emo/punk/rock band around at the moment. So I was looking forward to her reaction to Southampton Guildhall and FFAF. I was also looking forward to her reaction of gigs in general. I have been to two gigs besides Funeral (again, both were Feeder- not the most hardcore band ever...but Amelia did almost get killed in the moshpit). I was pretty excited.
After some random screamo band that had songs that sounded all the same, on came Fightstar...and yes, Charlie from Busted looked well hawt. But he's not my type to be honest. He is Charlie's though. She was loving it. However, due to my excitement...I wasn't really caring about Fightstar. And finally, Funeral for a Friend came onstage after about an hours wait. We all went mental. However, I was not prepared to be at a gig with small children running about. Does this look like Totton College nursery? I think not. And especially when they started moshing into us *shakes head*
Dear old FFAF. What a friend they are to us. Comment of the year has to be from the lead singer...'you're like family to us'. It was enough to turn anyone emo. Talking of emo, it was like emo fest 2006 there. Only, as I said, with children of about 7 years old. There's only so much stripey jumperness I can put up with. And what was with all the children wearing tutus? Get some drainpipes!
The biggest highlight was History. This is my fave FFAF song. It was super amazing how everyone was united in singing the song. It touched my heart. Singing at a gig is always quite amusing. Let's be honest here. I am aware my voice is not the best in the world. But, I was SHOUTING/singing. Lol, I sounded like I had just been punched in the face. And I also was singing the emo screams. I think everyone thought I was in pain or something.
By the end of it, my drainpipes were stuck to me. It was not sexy. And my eye liner was all smudged across my face. I looked like a scene kid who'd just got run over by a jelly.
Funnily enough, I can't remember all the songs they played. I hadn't drunk enough alcohol to be drunk at all, but the night seemed to go so fast. Good old Matt. He's not my fave guitarist (he probably ranks 4) but he's my favourite bearded guitarist. He knows how to put on a good show.
Just as I was on the brink of passing out, the gig ended. I feel that my day's preperation of the gig (i.e. not eating at all, and drinking very little water) was not a good way to go about emo fest 2006. So, we had to sit down while all the emos left. And I bought a t-shirt. I love my FFAF t-shirt. However, my grandma does not. she seems to think that I am a goth. *pulls face*. Yes, I am. Look at me in all my goffickness. That woman worries me sometimes. Anyway, as it stands I have been banned from wearing my t-shirt inside the house. the woman is ker-a-zee. My t-shirt is great- and honest to God it is not wrong in any way. Ah, well cardiff wont know whats hit it. I also got chatted up by the strange Atticus clothing man. He told me he was a swinger. I ran away. Quickly.
After the gig, we went and got a subway and some chips from Papas Ioverchargeyouforfood kebab place. we had some fun talking to the workers there.

So, I think we all had a good night out. And i think Carlyo enjoyed her first giggage. And I enjoyed laughing at the 7 year olds getting mauled in the moshpit. I also enjoyed getting well into the music. I never knew FFAF could be so violent. what legends they are.

Anyway, I should be going. Grams isn't talking to me because of my goffickness...I'm not even close to being goth. I'm not even emo for gossake (well the drainpipes and nailvarnish only come out on spesh occasions)! *sighs* I'm off to slay a goat or sacrifice my boyfriend to the devil (Dan, you're in for a treat).

Remember, don't eat ice cream with your fingers.

Till next time...

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What..? May?

2006-05-21T14:13:24+02:00

Huh. Some May. It's more like November out there. And I am freezing! I have been banned from putting the central heating on because it's May. But my feet feel like ice blocks *sniffs*

Well, this week has been a bit of a laugh. It was our penultimate week at the land of emos and chavs and I managed to do some pretty memorable things. Well, not really.
I went to the cinema on Wednesday evening. This was an experience. I have not seen a horror film at the cinema since the laugh a minute that was House of Wax. Which, I coincidently went to with a male called Daniel. However, unlike House of Wax, Silent Hill was actually a good film. I enjoyed it.

I've been doing lots of revision, but this weekend I've fallen behind a bit. I blame the Eurovision song contest...and the stupidly emo profiles on myspace. They are strangely addictive, even though they're all the same (i.e. My name is [insert name] I am well emo. I have a fringe.)

As it stands, I'm well looking forward to next weekend. For a few reasons...mainly because Saturday is the day of Funeral For a Friend. I have not graced the Guildhall with my presence since Feeder. That was a day and a half. I do love FFAF.

And that is my life this week. My sister and her fiance is coming over this afternoon with William.

I want a new Yann Tiersen album. I shall go on amazon right now and see if there are any cheap ones going.

I don't want to leave college! expect the most emo entry next week (well, double because i'll have seen funeral for a friend).

Remember, don't take bottles.

Till next time...

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A wedding

2006-05-14T21:17:42+02:00

My mood is: tired
I'm listening to: Snow Patrol

Well...this week has possibly been the busiest week of my life.
Monday was Paulene's funeral...which was extremely sad. As it stands, I really don't want to go into detail about it, but it was very fitting for her, and I still miss her loads.

I can't remember what happened on Tuesday and therefore possibly nothing important happened. Apart from the usual me sat in the refectory...OH NO, I had the first installment of my history exam. What a laugh that was. I wasn't laughing of course, but Rod was when my computer decided to break in the middle of saving. And I'm sure the examiner will be laughing when he reads my exam...I managed to repeat myself about one million times. Well done me.
Wednesday was another day of glorious sunshine, and after spending a copious amount of time in college, me and my other fringe decided to spend about 10 minutes exploring the field of Totton College.
Thursday...I had two hours of my history exam...and then...I finally finished Key Skills. About bloody time too. Now I am proficiant in...nothing to do with ICT so it was a complete waste of time, but it did used to give me free time on myspace.
And Friday. Oh, Friday. Nothing happened on Friday either...apart from me going out for a meal. It was nice.
But, Saturay was The Day. Now, those who I have spoken to recently, will be aware that I was going to be a bridesmaid for the first time (oooh losing your bridesmaid virginity, eh?). I was scared. Of many things. Falling over, dropping the bouquet, getting hideously drunk and telling everyone all my sordid secrets...Anyway, the day turned out to be rather fun.
I had my hair done at 9 in the morning. This event turned out to be a bit of a dissappointment. Not only was the salon nothing like the salon in Cutting It, the woman who did my hair made it turn out like something from the Flintstones. I am not joking. I said to her 'i usually have my hair textured and a bit spikey'...she made it turn out like I had attacked my own hair with my own razor (used only for shaving my legs) while playing frisbee on a bouncy castle and being both blind and drunk. I was not impressed. But me, being me, seemed unable to say that it looked terrible, so I waited until I had gotten home and had found my straighteners and hair glue and managed to fix it. Thank god for Rhonda, that's all I can say.
Then the make up artist arrived. The woman was scary. Now, I know, that if in certain situations I manage to kill conversation quite well...but she was the queen of it.
Me: Soooooooooooo...been a makeup artiste (said art-east) long?
Makeup: Yep.
Me: oh.

From the ubove conversation, I'm sure you're aware that perhaps conversation wasn't her forte. Well, neither was makeup...I ended up looking like Eastern Beauty Barbie, only without the Beauty part. I found the tissues and wiped off the scary scary pink lipstick.
After a lunch of more champagne and rolls (claudia loves bread) the other bridesmaids and I decided to get on our outfits. I am aware that I am quite small. Like everyone else, I would prefer to be smaller than I am, but beggers can't be choosers, and I guess if i do insist on eating 40 profiteroles and strawberries in one day, I wont be smaller than I am. But the woman who had fitted me seemed to think I was about 2" in waist. It fitted less than the skinny jeans that I tried on this week. How terrible! Nevertheless, it was too late to complain...I had a wedding to attend. So not breathing, I put on the skirt and the top. And before I knew it we were at Romsey Abbey with the beautiful bride (and I am not exaggerating for once when I say that V looked absolutely amazing). The service was lovely. If I ever get married, I demand that I have it at Romsey Abbey. It was actually like nothing else in the world (better start saving up now, eh?). I almost cried...because I'm one big emo, but I managed not to. I wasn't sure if Queen of the Conversation had used waterproof mascara on me. Then we had to wait for about 2 million hours in the cold while photographs were being taken before the other bridemaids and me went off in the car to where the reception was.
After a 6 year journey (we were in the oldest car ever I swear), we made it to Botley to be greeted with Pimms (yessssss) and more strawberries. Another 2 million hours of photographs ensued. The photographer was kerazee.
"Right, I want one of the bridesmaids."
We all looked at each other and put on our best smiles.
"No, not here." The photographer looked puzzled. "Over there." He pointed to a bush. What did he expect us to do? Sit on it? He led us through the bush, where a small tree stump was. "Right," he said, " I want the little one on there." Assuming he meant me, I stood infront of it. " Nooooo. ON IT."
I looked at him. "Um...no. Not in these shoes."
I got pushed until I was sat on it, my legs dangling like strawberry laces.
"BEAUUUUUUUTIFUL." The photographer cried. "STUNNNNNNING. YOU ARE STUNNNNNNNING." I wondered if he'd been at the Pimms too. The other two bridesmaids were wetting themselves with laughter.
And so, finally we went into the marquee for the reception where I had more wine, more champagne and more malibu. I also got cornered by a scary drunk, offering advice on acting. I was worried about the type of acting he was offering. As an actor myself, I am aware of the many different types of acting one does outside of the theatre. The acting I offer outside of drama lessons for example, consists of lot of physical, expressionist acting with very little dialogue but a LOT of projection (ha ha ha *smirks*). Not wanting him to copy my method of acting, I ran off to the safety of my grandma. Who had, by this time, barred me from going to the bar for the 5th time.
We also had lots of speeches. And a lot of "let's thank the bridesmaids!" resulting in everybody looking and grinning at me and the other two.
Then came the bit where V and R left. Tradition dictates that the next person to catch the bride's bouquet will be the next person to get married. And guess who caught it...that's right, Claudia. I was slightly drunk by that time though and I feel that I did had the unfair advantage of the length of my fingers. Ah, I'm not a great believer of superstitions anyway (apart from the good old 'SHOES UPON THE TABLE'). Romsey Abbey will have to wait a good few years yet. So you can put all your hats and frocks away.
By 11, I was just left with grams at a table. Everyone else seemed to be in a couple, married or too drunk to care. So I amused myself by dancing. It was an experience.
Oh well, the wedding was great. I have a feeling I wont be going to anything like that again.

Aside from that, nothing new has happened this week. Apart from me getting the new muse song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is the sexiest thing ever with that hawt grinding bass line oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I also have half of the new snow patrol album (I shall be getting the other half this week). That gary lightbody seems to understand this love business quite well. Good on him.
Right I'm off to decide whether my arm will fit in the microwave.

Remember, never eat shredded wheat before bed time.

Till next time...

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so...here we are again...

2006-05-07T13:55:00+02:00

Yes, it's another week passed. Thankfully this week has been a bit better than last week.

I've almost accepted that Paulene isn't here any more, but it's still difficult. Tomorrow is the funeral. I hate funerals. But I'm going because because I cared about her lots. And I have to be there for my grandma.

All I've been doing really is my individual assignment...or not doing it...as the case may be. It's all written out, I've learnt the intro...I am spending the rest of today learning the other million pages. Woo.

Last night was Laura's birthday barn dance. To be honest, I was a little scared about going. I have many an experience of a barn dance (please don't ask...I was paid to go.) But it was so much fun! I have never laughed so much. Okay, there was an amount of alcohol consumed but it was fun when I was sober. I loved it. And seeing Michael dance was such a high point in my life. Ha.

The weather certainly has been pretty sexy this week. I was loving getting out my summer clothes. Until I realised I had no summer clothes. I think a trip to H&M is needed.

Oh, yeah I went down the Keys on Tuesday. It seems ages ago that I went actually. But oh, what a night. Heeheehee. Poor Ian. That's all I can say. Unlucky that man that walked past us. But very very lucky Claudia.

right I'm off to kick my cd player. It's practically broken. Why has everything broken in the house of Clauds?
Remember, never try to eat sand.

Till next time...

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A new blog

2006-05-01T12:46:16+02:00

Today I'm listening to...Yellowcard.
My mood is alright.

Ummm...well hello. If you're reading this, I guess you actually know me. Or if you don't know me and are reading this, I guess you want to know me. I used to have a different blog...but Microsoft started to get on my nerves. Argh.Yeah.
So, things haven't been that great in the land of Claudia. Oh, I got caught in the refectory when I was supposed to be in a lesson and now I have an angry English teacher after my soul. My petit ami is in London doing whatever petit amis do in London, so I havent seen him for about a million days (well about 4)and I still have to finish some coursework. Still, we're back at college tomorrow which should be a laugh. It's only about 3 weeks until we leave. This thought in itself makes me want to cry.
I finally decided on Cardiff university to do English Language. So it's goodbye to drama and quite possibly any acting career I could have had. Not that I was thinking of becoming an actor...but you know what I mean. Those sorts of dreams only come out when I'm drunk (IWAAAAAANTTOOOBEANACTOOOOOOORRRR *sobs*). Talking about being drunk, this week was full of reminiscents of Carly's house last Saturday. Ah, you've got to love it when everyone tells you about a million times how very drunk you were, and what you said and er...what you did.
I no longer have an emo fringe and the result is me looking about as emo as a bouncy castle 7th birthday party. It's all very sad. I can no longer make stupid remarks about it.
So, what else about my week? It was pretty bad, to be honest. Mum came down on Monday, which was nice, but she sadly had to leave by Tuesday. And on Tuesday Grams and I had some terrible news. Our next door neighbour, and a good friend of ours, passed away. Paulene had been ill for quite some time with kidney failure, but it doesn't make it any easier. And my God, I was angry. Angry with whom? God? The NHS for failing to help her? Anyone, that was the thing. She was such a lovely person, and for it to happen that she...died, it doesn't seem fair to me at all. I will miss her.

And on that note, I shall depart. And this time I will leave a good proverb...life is too short for regrets.

Till next time amigos...

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a new blog

Claudie on...

Nothing's changed...

*yawns*

No more please...

It's all about the friends...

What..? May?

A wedding

so...here we are again...

A new blog

yawns