28/01/2011

Friday

This is one of the sweetest tags I've gotten, as it caters for both my Cassie/skins obsession and love of imparting information about myself...



In the style of Cassie's therapy video, here are my 12 likes, 1 love and 8 hates:

Abracadabra, Wow!
I like kids in braces.
I like russian dolls.
I like the sunshine shade of yellow.
I like people who don't ever talk.
I like magpies.
I like the sound of heels clicking against old floors.
I like the romance of a ruined castle.
I like maps.
I like foreign movies.
I like writing letters.
I like tasting sea salt in the air.
I like seeing the world go by on a train.
I love the real joy when things go right after things have gone wrong.

In some ways, I love everything. It's less, it's less of a thing to like, it's less distinct, it's less particular. I like things that I like but I love everything. There is more choice in like. 'Cause even the worst things have things you love in them.
I don't know what you mean about things I hate.

I hate competitiveness.
I hate when people think they are automatically better than someone else.
I hate liars.
I hate constantly acting like someone amiable.
I hate xenophobia, racism, homophobia and general feelings of hatred.
I hate feeling isolated.
I hate when your comfort in yourself gets eroded by others.
I hate putting sugar in tea.

I hate this, wow... Sorry.


[I would tag people, but I don't want to make anyone feel left out, so I will just thank 'what would dorothy do?' http://littlepixieme.blogspot.com/ for sending this my way!]

26/01/2011

Wednesday

I watched Dirty Dancing for the first time yesterday. Hopefully, none of you are gasping in horror that it has been this long until I finally witnessed the 'nobody puts baby in the corner' moment, among others. Admittedly, I loved it! It was fun, it was sixties and it was a lot of dancing. Just the right amount of issues to keep me growing bored of this, surprisingly, non-artificial movie.

I fear that I am suffering from mid-January blues.. my heart's just not in anything at the moment. I go through the motions at school before the tedious train journey back home where I have solace until it begins again. Really, it's just tiring of the same old routine. Also, there are people at school who steal every idea - be that written down or spoken and every element of how I dress in order to regurgitate it as their own. I've never experienced this intense form of copying before but, fingers crossed, they'll choke on it soon. That came out more violent sounding than I intended and I hope you won't take me as a mad, paronoid person constantly checking that no one is stealing my individuality. Let me reassure you, I have a tiny bit more dignity than that!

In explanation to the picture in the top right - that is where I'm yearning to be. It's due to the fact that I cycled along that road, went to the top of that beautiful (if vetigo-inducing) tv tower and fell in love with Germany right there and then in Berlin, under the glorious July sun. I've never taken myself to be much of a summer loving girl, although I'm finding out that I'm missing the relentless sunshine of those summer months. That, or else I'm just lacking in good old vitamin D...