When everything comes crashing down, Adam and me have this scenario...
Me: 'can we move away?'
Adam: 'when, now?'
Me: 'yes"
Adam: 'sure... where?'
Me: 'well, we'll go to Scotland first, and get married... or maybe Las Vagas. Then we'll move to Spain, eat egg and chips everyday in a British cafe and drink Guiness in an Irish bar. You can watch Sky Sports News, and i'll sunbathe. It'll be just us two, and nothing can hurt us ever again'
Adam: *smiles* 'shall i book our tickets?'
It never happens, i doubt it ever will...
But it makes my day that little less crappy, and brings out the smile he's been waiting for all day.
Wednesday 25 February 2009
moving...
so... im moving house.
so i've been told.
looks like the family balance jsut went waaaaaay off scale.
i think the 'i hate your father' SMS from my mum did it.
the joys of divorce
so i've been told.
looks like the family balance jsut went waaaaaay off scale.
i think the 'i hate your father' SMS from my mum did it.
the joys of divorce
pocket books.
On monday, I learned that Samuel Coleridge used to carry pocket books, wherever he went so he could remember the thoughts and associations that went on in his head.
i think that this is something that i should adopt... im always remembering random things, and i have no where to write them. i used ot keep diaries, but lately, i dont even have the actual time to write them. and even when i do, i always stop and think - opps, i should have wrote about such and such...
Blogs are something along the way to a pocket book - maybe a 21st century version of Coleridge's pocketbooks.
At present, life is in the balance.
The relationship scales are definately in the plus... after three and a half years, i have the most wonderful guy and am as completely in love as i've ever been. Today i realised that i have something so brilliant, the fights seem so pointless. Some people wait their whole lives to attain the state of completeness in a relationship, and i have it already. Adam gets me, he understands where i am from, why i think like i do, and is there to pick up the pieces when all the other bits in the juggling session of a life come crashing down. I couldnt wish for a better boyfriend, i really couldn't.
The family scales are in the plus... but they keep tipping from drastic minus, or minor pluses.
The university scales... this week, im feeling proactive and positive, and how i view my scales are undoubtedly influenced. The library in my sanctuary this week - i can work, think, smile and be sad, all in silence with complete strangers who are so wrapped up in their own lives that don't seem to notice if i'm 'not my usual chatty self'. And this is good - helpful even :) Means i can jsut get on and do.
So, fellow bloggers, welcome to my electronic pocketbook. Maybe in centuries, my mac will be kept in the British library, just like Coleridge's books :)
i think that this is something that i should adopt... im always remembering random things, and i have no where to write them. i used ot keep diaries, but lately, i dont even have the actual time to write them. and even when i do, i always stop and think - opps, i should have wrote about such and such...
Blogs are something along the way to a pocket book - maybe a 21st century version of Coleridge's pocketbooks.
At present, life is in the balance.
The relationship scales are definately in the plus... after three and a half years, i have the most wonderful guy and am as completely in love as i've ever been. Today i realised that i have something so brilliant, the fights seem so pointless. Some people wait their whole lives to attain the state of completeness in a relationship, and i have it already. Adam gets me, he understands where i am from, why i think like i do, and is there to pick up the pieces when all the other bits in the juggling session of a life come crashing down. I couldnt wish for a better boyfriend, i really couldn't.
The family scales are in the plus... but they keep tipping from drastic minus, or minor pluses.
The university scales... this week, im feeling proactive and positive, and how i view my scales are undoubtedly influenced. The library in my sanctuary this week - i can work, think, smile and be sad, all in silence with complete strangers who are so wrapped up in their own lives that don't seem to notice if i'm 'not my usual chatty self'. And this is good - helpful even :) Means i can jsut get on and do.
So, fellow bloggers, welcome to my electronic pocketbook. Maybe in centuries, my mac will be kept in the British library, just like Coleridge's books :)
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