"Heads up" ... or maybe not.

So here's the thing, I haven't really blogged in a while and I felt compelled to; along with the strong encouragement from Will. So here you go my lovelies..

I opened my eyes at around 7:30am this morning. When I looked out my window it seemed a pretty beautiful start to the day, so with that I pulled on a summer outfit and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. My lack of sleep from the previous night did not make getting breakfast an easy task. So as I stumbled around the kitchen my mother queried about my outfit and informed me of the weather forecast for later. Nevertheless I just ignored what she said and strolled out the door to catch the bus. Not only was I running late but my shoes started to hurt my feet which just added to the struggle of the two mile walk. Calling a friend was a big mistake as he forced me to run a further mile to enable me to board the bus in which i was initially going to get. To my disappointment I missed it and by doing this I decided to catch the next bus into Folkestone, the 102.

So, I guess this is getting a little boring for you, so let's skip a few hours, shall we? Football. Okay, so not my strongest sport, and that's an understatement. My lack of enthusiasm to the game doesn't really help either. So here's the setting; The leas, around ten guys, one girl and a football. Now it would be any girls dream to be surrounded by lots of guys, but not in this context. Males are neither sympathetic or kind when a football is present. A few comments from the lads put me in a pretty bad mood, but as the day moved on I started to get into the game...sort of, ha. I say got into it, I was more of a moving target really, centred around the middle of the pitch. But as the day moved swiftly onwards I did start to enjoy the feel of the sport. So, thank you for a great day boys.

Cor, I'm going to be honest with you now. I've given you a run down of my day pretty much and now I'll speak to you for a little bit about what's actually going on in my head. So right now, I'm feeling tired, cold and lonely. I'm being stretched between writing this blog and conversations on MSN. It's a little distracting and due to my lack of motivation this blog will probably turn out to be one of my worst, but hey, I promised Will I would so I guess this will have to do for now. So anyways, where was I.. Oh yes, well on my walk home in the rain this evening I started to reminisce for a little while. Maybe that's why I didn't really notice the car coming from the other direction and straight through a puddle conveniently placed next to me to enable the car to completely soak me in water from head to foot. But any who, my head seems a little confused right now. I hate the feeling of being alone, and I'm sure many people will agree with me here. But there just seems to be something missing from my life, and I realise there is. My love life has gone down the drain in the last few months and I don't really understand why. People come and go, but that's all they have ever seemed to do, none stay and maybe it's due to there being something off putting about me, but as people say " theres plenty more fish in the sea" So I guess I'll just have to wait and see what arises won't I?

Tom Foster. I said I'd give him a little mention as he is probably the one person now actually delving into this blog and reading it, and he's only doing that due to a certain someone forcing him. But he's my newly acquired friend in which I have shared some great web cam memories with. Finger moustaches love, ha ha. So hi Tom!

My fellow bloggers I can't really find the words to keep this blog going because there is a definite downhill occurrence happening throughout the time I have spent with the blogging community...

I may blog tomorrow if I am feeling up to the task and I would really like too, so you may be hearing from me again soon. Hopefully my head will be sorted out to some extent by then.

you've been a wonderful audience...