rapture

So, here I am once again writing and shit.
I promised myself I'd be a lot more efficient with writing my blogs and then I realised I'm absolutely terrible at keeping anything up so just expect them sporadically.
So, it's approximately a week before Christmas, I have bought absolutely no presents for friends, family, or my girlfriend. Clearly, I fail on epic proportions and do not deserve a good Christmas. I genuinely do not feel as though I've had enough time to even breathe in the last few weeks, what with all my deadlines with Uni, and working every god forsaken weekend, all my days appear to have blurred into one massive collection of consciousness.
I was planning last night, as like all nights... to go out for a couple of drinks with my friends and girlfriend, but as always... nothing I ever do goes to plan and I ended up rolling in at Millie's at whatever time it was, completely hammered.
I'm bruised, I'm hungover, I ache, and I might have broken my finger. Furthermore, I feel like I've rolled about in a pool of my own sweat. Probably not the best I've ever felt I'm afraid. I was supposed to be cutting down on the going out recently, clearly it has gone well. I have absolutely no money for presents and I just can't work out where it's all disappearing! I'm beginning to wish that we got another loan payment just before Christmas, however that might end horrendously.
I've been in a bit of a predicament lately... I'm considering venting about it anonymously on here, but then again I can't seem to do anything these days without someone finding out. I would really just enjoy one stress free day, but I clearly am not allowed a stress free day leading up to Christmas. I can't even say that I'm in the spirit for it if I'm honest. People are really right when they say that Christmas changes as you get older, I'm really not looking forward to it like I used to, which is quite depressing. I guess that's relatively acceptable considering I'm almost entering my second decade of life.
It's actually quite strange beginning to think I'm going to be 20 soon... Also rather exciting though!

Christ, I've just realised I've actually talked total bollocks in this blog.
How about an idea, you give me a topic and I'll write about it?
Post on my Facebook or on here and I'll get writing.

Thanks for reading,

Amy

Bluebottles

Well, hi there!


I totally failed the other day, I started writing a blog, and then by the time I'd gone back on my MacBook to carry on, I realised that it was in fact, 2 days earlier that I had started it, so everything I had written was totally irrelevant.

You see, my friend Rebbie has recently started writing blogs (this is very good I may add), and it has totally enticed me into starting writing again. I haven't written properly in so very long, and if I'm honest, I always forget that I'm really into blogging. Shame on me I know! Well, the date is the 5th of December and I am currently sat on my bed in a vest top, thinking to myself... why am I sat in a vest top? More to the point, why haven't I got up off my sorry arse and got a jumper. Wow, I really do talk a load of shit in these blogs of mine.
So, today I had to work, as usual on every blessed Sunday that I come across. As you can imagine, I am thrilled by working a 9 hour shift on a Sunday. But, I will tell you what I am even more thrilled by, the shop over the road, Sainsburys, closing. Please, tell me if you can sense the sarcasm? So, because they clearly can't cope with the fact that we actually have a decent business over the road now, they have to get a refurbishment, and if I hear correctly they're getting a bakery, not that we only just recently got one. Funny that, isn't it? So, they closed at 3pm this afternoon, and well... All I can say is, shame on you Ramshill. It really shows how mainstream companies can take over the poor defenseless local shops. We ended up earning takings nearly 3 times as much as usual, in the space of 7 hours. As you can imagine, with it being the weekend and me being pretty busy during the week and working the previous evening, I was rather tired. I pretty much went onto auto pilot all afternoon and night, my Mum ended up coming in and poor Leia, bless her heart, had to stay on till 10. Never in all the 7 wonderful years that I've worked there have I seen such a massive influx of people at one time. Not that I'm genuinely complaining about the situation, because if I'm honest it was bloody brilliant that we finally got back what we all have worked so hard for over the years.

So, as I can imagine you are all incredibly thrilled about my ramblings about my very uneventful day at work. So I may have to tell something equally as wonderful... It's a shame I can't think of anything really!
Oh! Realisation has struck. I have my first Uni assignment to hand in tomorrow, and I am absolutely nervous as hell that I'll fuck up some aspect of it, although in theory I already have. At the beginning of my course we were all given a welcome pack, with like, our timetables for that week, a map and various other things. In that welcome pack was a sheet of barcodes on stickers. But of course, me being Amy, I lost it. Sat in a lecture a while back now, the lecturer brings up the importance of these very barcodes. "Do not lose them", he says. Meanwhile, I'm sat in the back of this lecture scurrying through my brain for some sort of hindsight as to where my barcodes are. Much to my avail, I found nothing. I still haven't found anything, and my assignment has to be handed in in the morning. Hoorah. As for the rest of my assignments, we'll just see about it I guess. I came to the conclusion that I won't be seeing outside of my MacBook screen for at least the next week, which is of course fantastic for my eyesight and suchlike.
Well, I think I may have sufficiently bored you all to absolute death so I shall conclude this. Thank you for reading, if anyone has. If you think it's a pile of shit that I'm writing blogs again, also feel free to tell me and I'll stfu.


Goodnight!

I'm on the edge of glory

Hiyaaaa.

I thought I'd pop back in for another blogging good time :)
Today, I genuinely feel like shit. I was working all afternoon and night yesterday, and about half 9, a few of my friends turned up at my work and asked me if I wanted to come for a couple of drinks at the pub down the road... I said yes.
A couple of drinks then turned into 4 pints, and me getting in at around 2am this morning, soaking wet, sweating, and bruised. I was still in my work uniform, so I'm hoping that I didn't see anyone that knows me from the shop because they most certainly wouldn't appreciate the state I was in. It was weird really, I didn't think I was that drunk and then I got home and then I just seemed to get a hell of a lot more intoxicated. I then got woken up this morning at 7am with my Step-Dad asking me where the keys were for the newspapers at the shop. I was half asleep and possibly still drunk and I was sat trying to think where they were. Turns out, they were in my bag. Embarrassing much?

Anyway, I'm having the laziest day possible today and I'm gonna go grab something to eat from downstairs shortly because I think I might die if I don't eat soon.
I'm going out for a meal with Rachael tonight, which should be good. She's going away to Uni at the end of this week so I'm trying to see everyone before they go, which is kinda crappy.

SO!

I don't think I have much more to say...
I need a bath too, wicked.

I hate thinking of post titles.

So, I'm sat watching Saw 5? Maybe 6? I don't know, or care. I don't like Saw, I always say that I wanna watch them but I actually never do and now I'm sat having witnessed a woman being decapitated on a giant razor blade simply because the rest of the people in the group were too selfish to help her.

So, I haven't actually updated this in quite some time. Okay, so since January is a little too excessive for my liking but I just never remember I have a blog to be totally honest. I start University at the end of the month, and if I'm totally honest I'm shit scared. I can't wait to start but I know it's gonna be hard as fuck and I don't know if I'm gonna be actually any good at it.

My girlfriend starts next Saturday, well... she goes up to Sunderland next Saturday but doesn't start till the Monday. I'm really scared about her going but then again what can I expect? I'm gonna miss her like hell and if I had my own way she wouldn't be going anywhere. I want her to be happy and she won't be happy unless she goes to Uni and has a good life ahead of her.

I've just been looking to see that Dead Island has been released and now I can't decide whether I wanna buy it or not. I was gonna buy it for my mac but I think it's only playable on PC which means I'm gonna have to buy it for my PS3. I have this horrible sinking feeling that my PS3 isn't going to last much longer. It's one of the older versions and I've heard of them pretty much dying of age and I don't want mine to, I can't afford to replace it whatsoever.

Anyway, back to watching horrific Saw now.

YAY.

mmm.. homemade cookies.

now then now then.

i thought i'd write a new blog, as i am bored, and have nothing better to do. just watched silent witness with my dad and vicky.. 

and just recently managed to have a laughing fit which ended up in me foaming at the mouth.

basically, my dad always takes the piss and tries to get me and his girlfriend to look like twats by doing things such as making farting noises when he convinces us to lift a leg up, doing so by saying you've stood on your shoelace, there's something on the bottom of your shoe, etc.

SO.

i tried to make him do the same, got so excited about getting to embarrass him that when it came time for me to blow a raspberry, i started to do so and began laughing and made a weird "BLERRGHHHHAHAHA" noise. 

so, he takes the piss, over, and over. 

so i start to laugh, over and over. 

he then makes a joke about my girlfriends boobs looking like footballs under her shirt.

i laugh more.

i then go to to take a drink.

i laugh halfway during the drink and the fizz starts to fizz in my throat, then in my mouth, then out of my mouth.

I AM SO SMOOTH. 

anyway, had a nice day today.

went to bridlington so daddy could go to the dentists, which was an absolute thrill. 

then we went to tescos and i got mini eggs and was very happy. 

i have college tomorrow, i have this feeling i'm meant to be doing this filming thing and interviewing people.

HOWEVER, i'm going to avoid it and do my work. yay!

i can't be arsed to write anymore.

i love my girl, 8 days until i see her again.

it's all i can think about <3

bye bye bye bye bye.

Hiya Hiya Hiya

I thought I ought to write a little bit on here because I haven't in quite some time. I had quite a shitty day now, thinking on it. Well, my walk to college was shit. I ended up inhaling a piece of chewing gum halfway down Scalby Road, then proceeding to cough it up in a rather unattractive fashion. It was actually alright once I got to college, when Ben finished talking about, literally anything he can talk about. 

I got on with some game design work which I am becoming quite excited about doing my design now. A zombie killer, within a city in which he takes his revenge on the people that killed the rest of his infected family. YAY! 

Anyway, lunch was pretty reet, rang the lovely Charl <3 

Then I seriously enjoyed the bitta macro photography we had in the afternoon, got some good pictures so going to be having a play with them tonight I think. Ben put one of my pictures on the board, which went down a treat with me of course!

Anyway, happened to see a certain someone on the way out of college, which of course made me an absolute wreck as usual, which made me feel pretty shit.

BUT! Enough doom and gloom I hear you cry.

I am going through to Man Chest Hair (Manchester) on Thursday, and I am very much looking forward to it :D

Seriously looking forward to meeting Charl and having a good day. Going to be a long one though, up at 6.30 and I won't be home till at least 11.45pm :/ FML.

It'll be worth it though <3 

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY.

Anyway, I'm off to piss about with pictures.

LOVE <3