Texet Fun-Key 8 P

I haven't written for a very long time because I haven't wanted to.
Many, many different things have happened, a few were pretty awful. However, a lot were very nice, finishing college forever and never, ever having to go back, ever! In addition, many days with lovely Marcus Barnett and the lush ladies.

• Grandad Died
• Grandad's funeral
• Dad's vertigo
• Sarah Young moves up a set (clever boots)
• Liverpool dirty weekend
• Marriage to Gary Barlow of Take That
• Mum loses lots of weight
• DDM
• Swimming pools
• Packing for a holiday
• Clearing out my room
• Nicola Young's stories of girls threatening to hang other girls.

Mostly nice things, rather than sad and heartbreaking things.
I've lost my motivation to write much more. I'll post some photographs instead...

Lancashire Fire and Rescue Service.

Monday was quite a day! Andy Cunningham, cutie pie of the century, came into runshaw in the afternoon to hold a UAF meeting for those who accepted on facebook- not all showed up ¬¬ but it was certainly an eye opener.
After that I took tens of pictures of Marcus' face until he was fighting me away. I have one of them as my wallpaper as I type. It's a nice one :). Marcus went home and I went to the park whilst waiting for the bus. Because it was a nice day I had the chance to sit wherever I wanted, and I did. Next to the pond I sat and I felt like I was part of the wildlife. Lots of ducks were around and I found out how funny the noise of them jumping into the water is. A mummy moorhen was swimming around looking for her baby moorhens in the reeds. I could hear them calling for her with a tiny, tiny little squeak. She was could back with a just as tiny squeak, and they found each other eventually. It was a heartbreakingly sweet reunion :'). I sat with them for around 40 minutes.
When I was walking for the bus, I walked really close to some bunnies, some where obviously still babies, but as I got closer then hopped away. When I was on the bus I felt like snow white.

The saturday before that was Nicola Young's leaving party (not birthday, like Marcus though ¬¬). Uncle Andy, YET AGAIN on top form. I spend alot of time with him and Angus that night. They are a real hoot. We played a monster game of ring of fire which ended at around 5:15 sunday morning. It was an absolute killer game and I haven't laughed as much as I did that night in a very long time. A good way to see Nicola Young off for four months (dying inside over this!!).

This week has been terribly upsetting. Fucked up my FMP- thanks for letting me know I was doing that when you checked my work every week, Michelle...It's good to know you give a fuck. I received only a merit for it. Disappointed in myself. I'll be walking away from college with a DDM, but also an unconditional offer so my two years at Runshaw can FUCK.OFF completely. So, so glad to be leaving. Michelle has really, really fucked me over with that. She said my work has meaning and is much more to her taste, rather than the other students who are doing fashion for the glamour and pretty, pretty little models. Whereas mine was much more to her 'taste' and a bit dirty, but she didn't let me know that I hadn't gone into enough depth in certain areas, and bothered to tell me in a busy corridor. Clearly she wasn't paying much attention in our weekly planning sessions which are one-to-one. I feel like I have been shit on.
A better way to think of it is like I was receiving AAB at a-levels. Okay I guess... [ :( ]
An even BETTER way to think of it is that I don't have to feel bad for much longer because I have one day left and I'm FREE :'). Friday, I'm getting bloody pissed in lesson.

Ohhhhh :D.

Dear Diary,

Here is a photograph of me booking my holiday...
This was just before they took over £800 more than they should have taken. THANKS GUYS. I'm getting it back and it's being hidden away!

I'm going on the 27th and I'm sure you wont miss my terrible blogging skills.

Marcus has gone to Barcelona to have fun on the beach and listen to music, BUT, in his absence he has left me some quite wonderful things :) He posted this c-ute little zine for me to pick up in front of the door whilst he's away. It has some lovely little letters in! I haven't finished reading it yet because I don't want to read it all at once. It's the cutest thing EVEREVEREVER. He has also left me something for each day he's away. What a sweetheart. I wont go further into it as he'll either be embarrassed, or I'll be uncomfortable with how much other people know about our love affair. GET OUT.
He's the sweetest, though :) Awww. :') :') :')

Deadline on the 2nd June. deaddeaddead. I'll definitely be finished in time, I just don't want the three weeks of painful hard work that comes after so I can please everyone who has been told I'm getting DDD. Stupid big mouth Ian, Heatley, Mum.

Peter Heatley has been successful this week. He's a qualified lifeguard now! OOOOH BABY!! I text him when we found out he had passed saying 'help me, help me I'm drowning!!' and he replied with 'I'd point and laugh'. We'll see how long he has that certificate for then wont we!

Sarah has become increasingly interested in boys. It's wonderful to listen to her and her best friend, Beth (who LOVES me) talk about all the boys they would 'rather' haha. Cute talk.

Congratulations to Nicola Young passing her driving test!! She took me on a smooth, smooth cruise down Longton way the other night- I bought an inflatable crocodile. We picked up Helen after that and talked the whole night about Turkish men and cocktail dances. It was exciting :)

A few nights ago, Wednesday evening/day time. Young'n and I watched Disney films and started drinking at 2:30 in the afternoon. By 10:45 when Helen, Nicola and I were ready to go out, we were absolutely wasted. We hit Reflex and Roper. Neither of which can any of us remember much of. We met Liz and Steph and Gamble. Fun times were had dancing and having shots of this and that. I remember none of the taxi rides, not much of the dancing, none of the photographs that were taken and hardly much of how I got home, except my knees collapsing when I was walking. EMBARRASSED. But we were all incredibly happy all night long :) We introduced the apron dance to a few customers too ;) Yeah.

Pour some sugar on me.

Im losing the will to blog.

I have changed the alarm on my phone to Aretha Franklin so I wake up in a good mood. It doesn't always work, mind.

My deadline is soon and then it's reworking time. Ian showed me what I need to do to get a DDD (which is AAA if I was doing A levels) and it seems within reach. I'll just rework everything I physically can and see where that gets me. I am just doing my final prints now and this is usually where absolutely everything goes tits up. Looking forward to that one!

It's the last promo tonight and I have a distinct feeling there will be some major A holes knocking around.

I'm listening to Diana Ross instead of going to college for a while. Upside down you turn me, you give your love instictively....


This is one of the final prints. It's not finished yet.







HOW WEIRD DOES TRUFFLE LOOK?!

I am green today.

Yesterday, when I was cleaning my room and wardrobes I found an old journal I used to keep.
It's WONDERFUL, I was so great at keeping track of my life.






click them to read them :)

Dick and Dom

I love you more than I love my Mum.

Children with Placards.

On Monday, I went with Marcus to Marchester to join the Anti-BNP march through the streets. There was a hefty turn-out and everyone was shouting and singing by the end of the march.
I'm too tired to write.



Marcus and I took these photographs today...