IvoryFingers

Started as what i suppose is described as the average day; plenty talk of the social from last night, drunken mishaps, rumours, gossip and wet hugs from people who run through the snow (Thanks, Josh!). No registration for neither upper or lower 6th so it was a slow dribs-and-drabs half an hour whilst people slowly filtered in because one inch of snow always means instant stand-still, here. Great if you’re not supposed to be getting anywhere but with a combination of a hangover/lethargy, it wasn’t looking sunny in that getting into college would be easy. It felt bad enough that when I glanced around the study area, I could only total up 4 of us (myself included) that had psychology first period. Luckily, in the class, all of us were in, some slipping in late but it didn’t matter too much because we were watching a film related to our topic for January exams; Rainman. I really do need to watch the rest of that at some point, preferably from the beginning again.

Everyone appeared at break and even Stephen made it in and gave me a surprisingly secure cuddle for the first time ever… shortly followed by another in which he pressed his cheek into my head. Have I become a cuddle magnet in these past few recent weeks? Yeah, an awful lot of cuddles have been mine recently and I can’t see why because is there even anything of me to hug any more? I’ve been losing weight but eating more. Work, body! Work properly! Back onto topic anyway; miscellaneous and unforeseen hugs of the decent kind. He hadn’t seen his crush since the night before but from what he’d been told, the social contained a “Bermuda Triangle” half hour in which nothing was recalled at all. I also tried to find my biology teacher but couldn’t find her and instead ended up being insulted by my chemistry teacher… “Do you look like you’re being mean? Yes!” -looks into staff room to other science teachers- “Am I being mean??” -Donoghue answers in his cheeky Irish accent- “Yes, yes you do, cheeky sod…” …I love that guy! :’)

Second lesson after break and Stephen says he’s going to have a sleep in the study area under the watchful eye of Chowchow and I head off to maths with Fanyo. Wasn’t too bad a lesson… loads of work for the holiday but definitely setting me up pretty darn well for the exam on Friday 13th… I’m hoping it’s reverse psychology! Plenty work was done and even had a bit of a laugh on a few expenses as a result of drunken memories. Even Fanyo liked that one and then told me to stop daydreaming although when he asked me the question, I’d heard it and could repeat it back word for word… Peculiar. The lesson was soon over though and 3 pages of integreation later, i was free to an empty lesson of critical thinking when it just didn’t exist because Sister yvonne let us go as a little present. Bless her.

Period 3 then consisted of singing happy birthday twice; Once to Sonia in advance for Monday whilst she demanded we got upstairs for cake with a sharp knife pointed at us and then again to Big-C. It was like a strange family gathering. Lovely, though. Perfect as it was, 2 of my best friends had also come visiting seeing as they didn’t have college today so we had a nice cosy little lunch; my noodles in a mug and I. Really did enjoy that though; it was very pleasant to see them again when I haven’t seen them in so long, late September to be precise. Wow, longer than I thought. I suppose it was one very happily wasted hour and a half… Despite being sat at a table with my mug and Alex and Dave for 45 minutes.

Eventually getting off my perpetually lazy backside, Dave and I went over to science to see Miss Daly before she disappears for 6 months and collect homework from her. We ended up chatting away for 10 minutes and then I had to leg it for my stuff back in the canteen and running to assembly…in platforms. Don’t wear platforms in snow when you will also need to run because timing is inapt. I did make it in time and in one piece - however - although I feel as though I’d rather have been in chemistry. Stevie B had an award too, but wasn’t even around to get it; no idea where he’d gone. Bermuda Triangle, possibly. It was only metaphorical but must have become a real figment of reality… Assembly literally finished a few minutes short of cleaning so we dilly-dallied in the study area for a bit until it was 3:40. Alex (Nancy Spoonbender) was there too, but not entirely sure why. From what I heard about last night, there are two people he doesn’t want to lose and I happen to be one of these substantial people. Charming, isn’t it? Was nice to have him back to normal again since my stint the evening before, somehow manoeuvring him into apologising to many people for being a moron. Happiness is sweet. He did leave eventually and off to cleaning it was.

So, I’m happily wiping desks, sweeping floors and scrubbing the hell out of sinks and look over from a classroom window to 6th form to see someone staring at me from the window, intently. Talk about a dodgy scene from a movie… Carrying on cleaning, and a few minutes later whilst singing along to the song in my head, a figure appears outside the classroom I was in. He enters into the stupidly stuffy room and asks to talk to me. I happily and very intently carried on cleaning my desks and he asks me to stop so he can tell me something. Time is…waiting. Madness… takes it’s toll… To stuff it into a nutshell, he said he thought I should give “us” a chance and a second one at that and that we should get together. It’s just a jump to the left… Apparently, I should be dishing out chances like they were dishing out Chicken George yesterday. And then a step to the right… He bottles it a couple of times and then says “Look… I love you, I miss you every moment you’re not around and I want to show you I care more than anyone…Please?” You put your hands on your hips, and bend your knees in time… What’s wrong with maybe?? I say maybe a hell of a lot and in the one circumstance I need it not to be impolite, it’s not acceptable. Cheers.

In the course of one day, everything has come crashing down on me… Finally realised a teaching assistant and co-ordinator is battling a life-threatening condition and I didn’t even notice her suddenly leaving without notice, having to choose between friends and relationships, worrying about what could happen if I said the wrong thing… realised my heart will always lie where it shouldn’t lie… Where it was happiest <3

boom-gonagall:

FRASIER AND LILITH. 
My Cheers OTP.

Staring at this will honestly make your day :’)

(Source: in-oldendays)

So, I’m gonna do some wrapping for Christmas… I’m kind of fucked because i got mum’s present at the weekend and now have no idea where i put it, exactly… Like i said, I’m well and truly screwed. Yowzers. Anyway, going to wrap my mate’s presents and just hope they all like what i got them. :) If they don’t, I pity them because I spent fair pay on their pretty bloody awesome presents that - guaranteed - noone else will have gotten them.

This is the sickest comparison I will ever do to myself, but right now, I’m feeling an awful lot how Bella must have felt with Edward in the Twilight saga. One of my mates is telling me (they have expressed a large fondness for me, recently) how hard I am to read because they never know what I’m thinking, what I plan to do next or where I’ll go; when usually they can predict everyone else, I just leave a blank space. Aaaaaah, I don’t need to be complicated; I’m not too difficult to understand. People don’t need to read me like a book because that takes every ounce of fun and spontaneity away from life… Looks like I will always remain a mysterious, unreadble, strange person…