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Proper ladies do not think about sex quite this much.
But... sex?
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Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Monday, 26 January 2009
I Took A Gamble
And I won.
I went on another random adventure. It was Burns' night, and I was all set for staying in, when a ridiculously attractive and incredibly cool guy added me on MSN. Had fun talking, eventually decided that I'd go to his house for drinks. We both lack possession of a sense of danger, and operate in a world where it is always a great idea to sleep at strangers' houses and invite random people home. Fire is fun to play with, and we're indestructible.
Turns out that he has a girlfriend and is trying very, very hard to be good. It also turns out that I am an excellent agent of moral decay.
However, as moral failures and bad people, we cannot be held responsible for our actions.
We played baccarat and I think I'm moving up in the world. I may be a harlot but fate was my guide. Moth, meet flame. It's all good fun, made even better by the terrible evilness of it all. Yes, I'm going to hell, and it's going to be a great party. Life is strange and oh so random these days. I keep trying to understand but it's futile. Just go with it, and don't think too much.
Woke up early and out into distant memories of mornings. Had breakfast in a cafe and read newspapers. Odd, the things I find novel. The gaps in my life experience, which are slowly filling up. Still feel like I'm playing catch-up sometimes.
But I digress. I still won.
In fact, I can scarcely comprehend the levels of winning which I have reached.
I went on another random adventure. It was Burns' night, and I was all set for staying in, when a ridiculously attractive and incredibly cool guy added me on MSN. Had fun talking, eventually decided that I'd go to his house for drinks. We both lack possession of a sense of danger, and operate in a world where it is always a great idea to sleep at strangers' houses and invite random people home. Fire is fun to play with, and we're indestructible.
Turns out that he has a girlfriend and is trying very, very hard to be good. It also turns out that I am an excellent agent of moral decay.
However, as moral failures and bad people, we cannot be held responsible for our actions.
We played baccarat and I think I'm moving up in the world. I may be a harlot but fate was my guide. Moth, meet flame. It's all good fun, made even better by the terrible evilness of it all. Yes, I'm going to hell, and it's going to be a great party. Life is strange and oh so random these days. I keep trying to understand but it's futile. Just go with it, and don't think too much.
Woke up early and out into distant memories of mornings. Had breakfast in a cafe and read newspapers. Odd, the things I find novel. The gaps in my life experience, which are slowly filling up. Still feel like I'm playing catch-up sometimes.
But I digress. I still won.
In fact, I can scarcely comprehend the levels of winning which I have reached.
Saturday, 24 January 2009
Sheffield
Now that I've had some food and sleep, I can write all about my adventures. It all began on Friday night, at about 5pm. I awoke from my 3 hours of sleep and checked Facebook, to find an invite to a demonstration in Sheffield. After not a lot of thought, I decided to go. So I packed my bag and set off, kept awake only by energy pills. Ioan met me at the train station and we went back to his house, via the vodka shop. We sat down and began to drink. Kayleigh arrived, in an incredibly drunken state, and then details become somewhat more fuzzy. Kayleigh went home to sleep, and a couple of Ioan's housemates came round.
I do realise that I am at best an obnoxious drunk. At worst, a violent liability. After half a bottle of vodka I managed to get hold of a kitchen knife, causing much panic and consternation, and also for some reason I ran away in just my socks, crying and laughing maniacally, and scaring the wandering students. Luckily I was found and bought home. It was all so rock'n'roll, drunken escapades, and waking up the next morning in another strange bed. I should really stop doing that. I admire the bravery of the guy. Or his clarity in seeing through my psychopath act. Or possibly his opportunism in seeing that I was really wasted. Anyway it was all good fun.
Waking up was a nice surprise in that I did not have a fatal hangover. Which is lucky really, because today was the actual mission. Me, Ioan and Kayleigh walked, with only Ioan having any idea where we were going, for many many miles to the green where the demonstration was starting. It was a nice walk. I would loveto do some photography in Sheffield actually, some of the old industrial buildings would make brilliant image. The march was from Ellesmere green to the middle of the city. I'd never been on a real protest before, and I will definitely be getting involved in more. We got placards and a police presence, closing roads and stopping traffic as Socialists, Anarchists, Muslims, trade unionists, pacifists, regular folk all marched together, chanting and waving banners. Marching done, speeches began over an almost non-existent PA system.
The situation in Gaza is horrific and criminal. 1.5 million people are crammed into a tiny area of land, under occupation, blockaded in by a massively superior military force. Human rights for these people are practically non-existent, they live in constant fear as Israel seems free to break international law as it likes. They bombed a school with white phosphorous, for fucks sake. Then they tried to deny it. When the UN exposed them, they then claimed that militants were firing on them from the position. Even if this was true (and I don't say it isn't possible), this presents a chilling insight into Israel's campaign. Children are regarded as acceptable collateral damage. This can never be justified.
After the speaking, I got the train back to Derby, utterly strung out with exhaustion. I staggered around Derby, wondering why my stomach hurt and then realising that I had not eaten anything for the past sixteen hours. Greggs to the rescue, nice warm food to revive me long enough to buy some drawing paper and get the bus home. What an awesome adventure I had. The past 24 hours had absolutely everything. I hereby pledge to have many more adventures like this.
And, dear reader, look up the situation in Gaza. Look up the situations around the world. Don't just ignore injustice. Take action!
I do realise that I am at best an obnoxious drunk. At worst, a violent liability. After half a bottle of vodka I managed to get hold of a kitchen knife, causing much panic and consternation, and also for some reason I ran away in just my socks, crying and laughing maniacally, and scaring the wandering students. Luckily I was found and bought home. It was all so rock'n'roll, drunken escapades, and waking up the next morning in another strange bed. I should really stop doing that. I admire the bravery of the guy. Or his clarity in seeing through my psychopath act. Or possibly his opportunism in seeing that I was really wasted. Anyway it was all good fun.
Waking up was a nice surprise in that I did not have a fatal hangover. Which is lucky really, because today was the actual mission. Me, Ioan and Kayleigh walked, with only Ioan having any idea where we were going, for many many miles to the green where the demonstration was starting. It was a nice walk. I would loveto do some photography in Sheffield actually, some of the old industrial buildings would make brilliant image. The march was from Ellesmere green to the middle of the city. I'd never been on a real protest before, and I will definitely be getting involved in more. We got placards and a police presence, closing roads and stopping traffic as Socialists, Anarchists, Muslims, trade unionists, pacifists, regular folk all marched together, chanting and waving banners. Marching done, speeches began over an almost non-existent PA system.
The situation in Gaza is horrific and criminal. 1.5 million people are crammed into a tiny area of land, under occupation, blockaded in by a massively superior military force. Human rights for these people are practically non-existent, they live in constant fear as Israel seems free to break international law as it likes. They bombed a school with white phosphorous, for fucks sake. Then they tried to deny it. When the UN exposed them, they then claimed that militants were firing on them from the position. Even if this was true (and I don't say it isn't possible), this presents a chilling insight into Israel's campaign. Children are regarded as acceptable collateral damage. This can never be justified.
After the speaking, I got the train back to Derby, utterly strung out with exhaustion. I staggered around Derby, wondering why my stomach hurt and then realising that I had not eaten anything for the past sixteen hours. Greggs to the rescue, nice warm food to revive me long enough to buy some drawing paper and get the bus home. What an awesome adventure I had. The past 24 hours had absolutely everything. I hereby pledge to have many more adventures like this.
And, dear reader, look up the situation in Gaza. Look up the situations around the world. Don't just ignore injustice. Take action!
Monday, 1 December 2008
Sex
I realised that this blog is shockingly low on sex. This may be a reflection of my solitary, nun-like existence, but even when I am getting all sorts of crazy action, it just never appears on here. Blogging about your own sex life is too undeniably sordid. However, if you are attractive and upper class, it can lead to a lucrative book deal, a la Catherine M. and Girl With a One Track Mind. But seeing as I am neither of those things, I may exercise some self-censorship.
Yes, society's attitudes to sex are stupid, hypocritical, etc. etc. I really can not be bothered to go in to those arguments, go read some feminist literature or something if you really want to hear it.
What I am actually thinking about is how sex is essential for life; continuation of all human life, and fulfillment on a personal level, all come down to having a good fuck.
Unfortunately, being humans, we've managed to turn this fact of life into a hugely complex song and dance routine. See, this rather odd post was inspired by my thinking about how to get laid. Yes, I may not blog about sex, but I do think about itway too much sometimes. Seeing as I have decided to stay well away from relationships, then my options are:
Yes, society's attitudes to sex are stupid, hypocritical, etc. etc. I really can not be bothered to go in to those arguments, go read some feminist literature or something if you really want to hear it.
What I am actually thinking about is how sex is essential for life; continuation of all human life, and fulfillment on a personal level, all come down to having a good fuck.
Unfortunately, being humans, we've managed to turn this fact of life into a hugely complex song and dance routine. See, this rather odd post was inspired by my thinking about how to get laid. Yes, I may not blog about sex, but I do think about it
- The slut way. Dress up, go out, dance dirty, and wake up in an unfamiliar bed.
- The find a sex buddy way. Although friends with benefits is never as simple as it seems.
- The solo way. Because I am better than you.
- The highly improbable become a high-class call girl and get paid for it like Belle De Jour way.
Friday, 14 November 2008
Sunday, 16 September 2007
Party At My House!
Yes. I was actually allowed a house party. A cocktail party, no less. Although the 'cocktail' thing was basically everybody pouring themselves vile mixtures of spirits. We all got incredibally drunk. And yeah, I know you aren't supposed to get wasted at your own party, but fuck it. I'm not missing out on that amount of free booze. My MUM bought it for me. Good, huh? My 18th birthday party, though I'm not 18 for another 4 days.
Now, my memories are a little hazy, but here are a few things worth blogging from last night. We had weed, now its lost. Teddy got really really fucked. My boyfriend Dave was there. Santi arrived having already drunk nearly a whole bottle of rum. Lara arrived and within 5 minutes was in my bed with Santi. Luckily I'd already used my bed. Sammie and Josh bought me some balloons saying 'it's a boy'. I fell down a hill onto my head, because we walked up to the park in the dark. Did I mention that I was really wasted? Haych and Euan came in Euan's mini. Lol, they are a couple, and they both have an old mini. Everyone was being really couple-y.
There was an INSANE amount of girl on girl action. Becki, Lara and EmmaDyke were at it to start with, then we had Dyke and Santi doubleteaming and '8 fingers!!!!!'. And then Becki left and somehow I ended up joining in. And everyone was watching. Until we went upstairs. Just... that has really lowered my purity test score. And I realised that I am completely oversexed. It's driving me insane. I can get myself off just by thinking about it.
The next morning, Jess was feeling rather ill, but everyone else was fine. Which is quite strange, and probably unfair. Actually, I felt brilliant. So we all had tea and toast, then went on our merry ways.
And I had to tidy up. But nothing got broken, nobody was sick, and there was very little mess. Bring on the next party!
Now, my memories are a little hazy, but here are a few things worth blogging from last night. We had weed, now its lost. Teddy got really really fucked. My boyfriend Dave was there. Santi arrived having already drunk nearly a whole bottle of rum. Lara arrived and within 5 minutes was in my bed with Santi. Luckily I'd already used my bed. Sammie and Josh bought me some balloons saying 'it's a boy'. I fell down a hill onto my head, because we walked up to the park in the dark. Did I mention that I was really wasted? Haych and Euan came in Euan's mini. Lol, they are a couple, and they both have an old mini. Everyone was being really couple-y.
There was an INSANE amount of girl on girl action. Becki, Lara and EmmaDyke were at it to start with, then we had Dyke and Santi doubleteaming and '8 fingers!!!!!'. And then Becki left and somehow I ended up joining in. And everyone was watching. Until we went upstairs. Just... that has really lowered my purity test score. And I realised that I am completely oversexed. It's driving me insane. I can get myself off just by thinking about it.
The next morning, Jess was feeling rather ill, but everyone else was fine. Which is quite strange, and probably unfair. Actually, I felt brilliant. So we all had tea and toast, then went on our merry ways.
And I had to tidy up. But nothing got broken, nobody was sick, and there was very little mess. Bring on the next party!
Thursday, 29 March 2007
Secrets
And at last the secret is out. I never realised how much it was eating me up inside. I never believed I would lie so much, for so long, to my best friends in the world. I truly am dishonest. I just hope that they can forgive me
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