Woop!
Sorry for the shortage of my sparkling wit recently.
I return from a while away with a slightly more sober topic. Break-ups
A few months back I suffered one myself, with a boy I thought was everything. Believe it or not I have little confidence, I am very self concious too. But this boy was someone so amazing that I let him see me in ways no-one else had, I told him everything, leaking out my very soul to this person who in relative time, was a very small part of my very long life (to come).
That boy changed me, I felt stronger, prettier. Every little atom on me vibrated with joy in his presense, I used to shake when we were kissing. I felt embarassed by my excitement, he thought it was cute.
The months we spent were not as turbulant as they could of been. We started with a messy start, unsure of our feelings and whether we knew each other properly.
Unfortunatly it met a messy end too. I cried, I was even sick. I walked for miles one my own, with a friend sometimes. But in my head nothing had changed.
I loved him, I loved him with all the fullness I could have in myself. My mother told me that when her father died he heart ached, it phsyically hurt. I felt that pain, I felt selfish for waste that pain on 'just-a-break-up'. If this was how I felt from loosing love, how would I feel from losing a person forever?
Months on, I still hurt. I still cry. I replay conversations, moments of us and my heart does a little jump. I see his face and a lump burns in my throat. Everyday I think of him at least once and everything reminds me of him.
Who knows how long it will take to forget him. My first love.
The only way to get over it...
is to cry it out, sob to your hearts content for as long as need be. Eat chocolate, dance, watch old movies. Wallow in your self-pity.
Then when you are all cried out GET UP! Get out! Meet friends and party so hard your head is still buzzing by tommorrow. Go for runs and get fit, live life hard.
Get a make-over and be as outrageous as you want. You are new, reborn and uncontrollable.
DO IT!
ladyoutspoken x
03/09/2008
18/08/2008
Why Can't Fogies Cope With PDAs?
For any of you numb-skulls out there who don't know what a PDA is, it's Public Displays of Attraction.
i.e munching the faces off each other in public.
My opinion is that if you want all the oldies looking at you and saying 'Goodness me, the youth just have no manners these days!' then by all means, carry on!
If I see a couple having a good old game of tonsil tennis then I will probably have a quick look, pick up some tips, then swiftly move on with my day.
Then again, if it were me and my boyfriend I would probably want the world to know that I am truly, madly and deeply inlove too! Sometimes, its seems, the risk of having a battle of salivia in public is never too great.
As it says on the Impulse Body Spray advert, 'These are hard times for romance'. And they really are!
With all the hot guys turning gay (I have no problem with gays by the way) and the ugly girls going 'bisexual' because they can't get any with the boys so they widen their options and go for ladies too.
Now, bisexuals. Best of both worlds, very good idea. True bisexual are great. But all these teenage girls turning bisexual is getting on my wick. It's for attention. End of.
ladyoutspoken
i.e munching the faces off each other in public.
My opinion is that if you want all the oldies looking at you and saying 'Goodness me, the youth just have no manners these days!' then by all means, carry on!
If I see a couple having a good old game of tonsil tennis then I will probably have a quick look, pick up some tips, then swiftly move on with my day.
Then again, if it were me and my boyfriend I would probably want the world to know that I am truly, madly and deeply inlove too! Sometimes, its seems, the risk of having a battle of salivia in public is never too great.
As it says on the Impulse Body Spray advert, 'These are hard times for romance'. And they really are!
With all the hot guys turning gay (I have no problem with gays by the way) and the ugly girls going 'bisexual' because they can't get any with the boys so they widen their options and go for ladies too.
Now, bisexuals. Best of both worlds, very good idea. True bisexual are great. But all these teenage girls turning bisexual is getting on my wick. It's for attention. End of.
ladyoutspoken
17/08/2008
The Day I Discovered Proxy Websites
http://bebooxy.com/
If, like me, you have r-tarded parents, who think that bebo, myspace and other sites are 'a waste of valueble study time' then you may, like me, have had them blocked on your laptop/p.c/whatever.
For a few miserable weeks I suffered without my usual cyber-social fix. It was when I started experiancing the 'cold-turkey' of a life without commenting and uploading pointlessly hilarious pictures that I realised something had to be done. Using that ancient technique of Googling, I discovered proxy sites.
http://apeseek.com/ and other terrific tools are slowly becoming regulars in my History folder.
They cost nothing and totally protect you from the hassle of 'Vista parental control' and other bug-bares. Provided, of course, that your parents are dumb enough (most are) not to realise what 'bebooxy' is code for (it's bebo-proxy by the way, you reject)
Anyway, that said. Happy Proxying Children Of Cyberspace!
ladyoutspoken
If, like me, you have r-tarded parents, who think that bebo, myspace and other sites are 'a waste of valueble study time' then you may, like me, have had them blocked on your laptop/p.c/whatever.
For a few miserable weeks I suffered without my usual cyber-social fix. It was when I started experiancing the 'cold-turkey' of a life without commenting and uploading pointlessly hilarious pictures that I realised something had to be done. Using that ancient technique of Googling, I discovered proxy sites.
http://apeseek.com/ and other terrific tools are slowly becoming regulars in my History folder.
They cost nothing and totally protect you from the hassle of 'Vista parental control' and other bug-bares. Provided, of course, that your parents are dumb enough (most are) not to realise what 'bebooxy' is code for (it's bebo-proxy by the way, you reject)
Anyway, that said. Happy Proxying Children Of Cyberspace!
ladyoutspoken
Holidays
Hi-dee-hi
My rant today is about holidays.
Why?
Why would any self-respecting person subject themselves to a week (or, frightfully, more) in the company of the humans that, so disrespectfully, brought them into the world and probably named them the most horrific name like 'Gertrude' or 'Fabiola' or some equally mortifying confection.
Why? Because they are probably too dirt poor, or young to under-go such an expedition alone.
I, myself, have recently returned from a 'family bonding holiday'. Our bonding reached such heights as to bring on arguements about suitcase size, daily activities, clothing suitability and other such nonsense. The climax of these spats was my younger sister ending up with an egg sized bruised on her head after a particularly angrey game of frisbee, thus ending the loving atmosphere of the week.
Summer holidays, another excuse for parents to insist on spending 'quality family time' together. I.E another excuse for 'have-a-go-ness' and the usual parental rants and moans.
Really, the reason summer holidays were invented is so that teenagers and tweenagers (as I like to call them) get to spend 6 blissful weeks away from the discusting creatures that are adults.
We are subjected to several hours of torment a day from those monstrosities who assume they know alot more about the world than us purely because they have cursed it with their exsistance for longer than us.
But as soon as you have made plans for wild excursions, lavish shopping sprees and 'wake-overs' (well, you don't sleep do you??), your folks come along with a list of relatives and 'fun family days out' at places like The Dog Collar Museum and Pink Elephants Fantasy Playground that you 'simply have to visit'.
Ahh alas, long gone are the days when swinging around on Dad's shoulders and wearing Mum's shoes were sustainable forms of entertainment. Say hello to years of drug induced, alcohol enhanced, romps...which to be quite honest, I can't wait to start.
ladyoutspoken
My rant today is about holidays.
Why?
Why would any self-respecting person subject themselves to a week (or, frightfully, more) in the company of the humans that, so disrespectfully, brought them into the world and probably named them the most horrific name like 'Gertrude' or 'Fabiola' or some equally mortifying confection.
Why? Because they are probably too dirt poor, or young to under-go such an expedition alone.
I, myself, have recently returned from a 'family bonding holiday'. Our bonding reached such heights as to bring on arguements about suitcase size, daily activities, clothing suitability and other such nonsense. The climax of these spats was my younger sister ending up with an egg sized bruised on her head after a particularly angrey game of frisbee, thus ending the loving atmosphere of the week.
Summer holidays, another excuse for parents to insist on spending 'quality family time' together. I.E another excuse for 'have-a-go-ness' and the usual parental rants and moans.
Really, the reason summer holidays were invented is so that teenagers and tweenagers (as I like to call them) get to spend 6 blissful weeks away from the discusting creatures that are adults.
We are subjected to several hours of torment a day from those monstrosities who assume they know alot more about the world than us purely because they have cursed it with their exsistance for longer than us.
But as soon as you have made plans for wild excursions, lavish shopping sprees and 'wake-overs' (well, you don't sleep do you??), your folks come along with a list of relatives and 'fun family days out' at places like The Dog Collar Museum and Pink Elephants Fantasy Playground that you 'simply have to visit'.
Ahh alas, long gone are the days when swinging around on Dad's shoulders and wearing Mum's shoes were sustainable forms of entertainment. Say hello to years of drug induced, alcohol enhanced, romps...which to be quite honest, I can't wait to start.
ladyoutspoken
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