this time I have a reason ;) my laptop died for a fair while, and ive just been generally busy.
this is my final blog anyhow just to say
Follow my tumblr :)
Have a good summer Blogger
ttyn
xxxx
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Well there is the view from my bedroom window >.<im really starting to hate the snow, and the fact that i still have to photograph things on my Fone :(
Well news... Missed ALOT of college which would be god if we weren't so behind already =/ so kinda worried about that.
Due to snow and the fact i hate it and dont leave my house when its around i havent got much to say today...
Off to Liverpool on thursday hopefully, if the snow calms it down with Hepzi to see Emma =] should bee good i think, will have pictures of that cause im off to buy a camera :D
anywho im off to throw my little brother out the back door ;) (dont worry hes 17)
ttyl
xxxx
Friday, 8 January 2010
Well its been a while...
Well soooo its been a while since I wrote on this blog that nobody follows lol, where to start...well me and nayf are no more but thats okay, nobody new on the horizon either well there is but we wont talk about him just yet lol...
been going out alot with my friends and just generally enjoying what was left of 2009 really =]
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! too everybody who will eventually read these because it is my aim to make lots of lovely new friends on here :P
New college now, New job now, New year now.. New start rite? i hope so =]
im kinda liken the way this years started out =] nearly have enough money for my car too which will be good
Leeds 2010 tickets are on sale very soon, EXCITEDDDD =] honestly cant wait its gonna be amazing =]
Just recently had my Xmas holidays well i say xmas cause i dont really get much of that, i was working alll day on christmas eve, day and boxing day =[ i was ill for all 3 so i pretty much slept through it =/ not my best christmas i must say.
New Years Eve however, well me and Hepzi went to Central station (a bar/club in Wrexham) where they were having an alt nation/Redeemer night (Rock night =]) Which was fairly awsome so we went to that and had a great night =]. Then the saturday after New Years Day we went to Rb's in Chester where i LOST MY CAMERA! Fail =[ so must buy a new one now >.< though ="]
well thats enough from me i think because it is 2:30AM and im about to fall asleep on my laptop :P
ttys
xxxx
Monday, 1 June 2009
oh yay =]
=] rather happyish today tbf =]
nays rather lovely at times =]
well hurray the suns finally appeared =] makes a change lol
my weekend was filled withsun and booze and hurling myself into a freezing cold quarry just so i can say i have (Y)
went to nayfs on friday well me and everyone else =] was a laugh until emilie decided to try and break her back and danny fell asleep lol
hmm i should probs do some work now
ttfn =]
xxx
Thursday, 28 May 2009
why?
ARGH!
why are people liars?
WHY?
one girl i used to no who used to go out with my Nayf like 4 years ago is STILL spreading shiyte
=[
she's sayin he did things to her that could never be true! i no him well enough to no that!
i dont no whats wrong with her i really dont
ARGH!!
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
God in his mercy lend her grace
On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road run by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veil'd,Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'dSkimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly; Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, burning bright, Moves over still Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance -- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right -- The leaves upon her falling light -- Thro' the noises of the night, She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And around the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott."
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow veil'd,Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'dSkimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly; Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy The Lady of Shalott."
There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.
And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott.
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, burning bright, Moves over still Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance -- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right -- The leaves upon her falling light -- Thro' the noises of the night, She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And around the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott."
Save me, i'm lost oh lord i've been waiting for you
Well, i've finally got around to starting some sort of blog thing...
decided i needed one to broadcast the many random happenings of my newly found 18 year old freedom!
well, as you may have guessed i'm only just 18 =] (since saturday) and to celebrate i went for a meal and bowling with some mates annd somehow ended up in a lock in in my local til half 3 in the morning oops ahh well may as well turn 18 in style right?
the next day i have a massive party at mine, once again getting a little too drunk than i should of considering the fact i had 4 hours of work to look forward too the next day yet that dint stop me from stayin up til 4 and watching Twilight for the 1millionth time!
so i was knackered by tuesday so i ended up not seeing Nath (boyfriend) which he was not best pleased about but i went to bed instead =] alll day, ohh i dont half love lazy days =]
well thats about it for today i'll leave you with this pic cause i found it cool
ttyl
xxx
decided i needed one to broadcast the many random happenings of my newly found 18 year old freedom!
well, as you may have guessed i'm only just 18 =] (since saturday) and to celebrate i went for a meal and bowling with some mates annd somehow ended up in a lock in in my local til half 3 in the morning oops ahh well may as well turn 18 in style right?
the next day i have a massive party at mine, once again getting a little too drunk than i should of considering the fact i had 4 hours of work to look forward too the next day yet that dint stop me from stayin up til 4 and watching Twilight for the 1millionth time!
so i was knackered by tuesday so i ended up not seeing Nath (boyfriend) which he was not best pleased about but i went to bed instead =] alll day, ohh i dont half love lazy days =]
well thats about it for today i'll leave you with this pic cause i found it cool
ttyl
xxx
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