A new Tesco girl.

I saw the most beautiful girl in the world today.
Dark hair styled in a mohawk, full sleeve tattoos, piercings similar to my own.
It was the hardest thing to just not stand there and look at her.
She served me in Tesco where I was buying alcohol.  Which, I realised too late, meant handing over my ID.  The one with the awful photo of me taken when I was seventeen.
How embarrassing.

Forget Morrison's; Tesco is where I'm buying all my groceries from now on.

Creative writing.

I am doing so much writing at the moment for uni, I love it. So far, I can definitely say this was the right choice for me.
We are working entirely from memories at the moment, and it's causing me to think about things I had forgotten had even happened, or small events I hadn't realised were significant in my life.
My work tends to be personal and written in memoir style; it's interesting to see how other people in my seminars write theirs.

I'm supposed to get feedback on my writing, so I was wondering if anyone reading this would like to read a piece I've written and let me know what they think?  It'll be very short, I promise, and you don't need to be any kind of expert, just someone who likes reading.  I'm kind of nervous, I don't like sharing my work, but I had to do it yesterday in my workshop, and my critic didn't hate it!

Hurricane Drunk by Florence & The Machine

I hope that you see me, 'cause I'm staring at you,
But when you look over, you look right through,
Then you lean and kiss her on the head,
And I never felt so alive, and so... dead.

Covered by Uh Huh Her.

Would I fall under that spell again?
I don't think so anymore, but I don't know what's written.
I'll be there anyway... call it love I guess, hotter than the sun.
You can appreciate that.

A very disjointed entry.

I'm finding it really hard to concentrate these past few days.
I have a lot of work to do and I just can't seem to get it done, then before I know it, it's due and I have a panic and rush it.  Then I get annoyed at myself for my work being substandard, and swear to do it in plenty of time the next time.  But this is the next time, and I'm not doing it in plenty of time!

I don't know what's wrong with me.

For one of my modules we are required to keep a daily journal, writing between 350-400 words each day, and I'm hating it.  Yes, I love blogging, and I keep a personal journal, but this one for uni is being forced and I don't enjoy it at all.  I only update my blog or personal journal when I feel I have something to say, or need to vent, or whatever.

I'm loving life in general here, though.
A few friends back home keep asking if I've met any 'nice girls' yet, obviously assuming that because I am in a new city there will be hundreds of girls at my disposal.  I have met none!

L has been texting, in particular last night.  She phoned numerous times and I just ignored the calls.
It's the same stuff, "I miss you. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made. My friends all told me not to but I did it anyway, and now I regret it every single second of every day. I wish you were in the same country as me right now so I could talk to you in person. That day we met in Starbucks I had a list of things I wanted to say to you but I didn't." etc.
Well excuse me, but I begged her to meet up time and time again during the break-up, and she refused.  Even if we were in the same country, I wouldn't be meeting her.  This was always a big problem for me; she would never talk about issues, and in the end it broke us up.

I haven't heard from B in about a week and a half.  I'm not even surprised.

Despite what I said at the start of this entry about having no concentration, I need a distraction!  Not a distraction from my uni work, but one from all this other shit.  And by distraction, I mean a girl.  Preferably one who won't fuck me around?

I'm going to have a hot shower and then try again to do some work.

Ten more random things about me.

Some of these could be similar to those of my last 'Ten Random Things'; there really aren't that many interesting things about me. So why am I even doing this?

1. I scratch my legs so badly that they bleed.
2. I am a bit of a Grammar Nazi.
3. As much as I am loving my course, I worry that I am not good enough to be here.
4. I think too much, and too deeply into everything. Constantly.
5. I could eat Chicken Caesar Salad all day, every day.
6. I work best late at night; my mind takes a long time to warm up.
7. Nothing seems quite so bad after a big mug of good coffee.
8. When L broke up with me in August, I decided to change some things about myself, and have since lost more than a stone. Although I still have a long way to go, it feels good!
9. My idea of a perfect evening is to lock my door, close my curtains, put my pyjamas on, make a mug of something hot, lie on my bed and read a book. (Sadly, this doesn't happen very often, and when it does, I always wish I had someone lying there with me.)
10. I ate half a kilo of grapes while typing this.

22.

It's my birthday.
It does not feel like a full year since I posted an entry about turning twenty-one.

I've come more than full circle in a year.

Let's hope this year is completely different to the last one, eh?