A Catch Up Before Next Year

Tuesday saw a brief visit to the nearby Chavtown. Went and got a friends birthday present, but didn't stay to shop because it was so busy with the sale and everything. Spend yesterday making lists, ordering stuff online and not doing my homework. I am currently waiting for £115 worth of stuff. This is particularly bad because £50 of that is make-up. Try not to judge, it's expensive but good quality stuff. There are also 3 pairs of shoes, a CD, a DVD, a dress and a calender.

About that calender... Allow me to explain. I was looking for a calender on Amazon and I was looking at one and at the bottom of the page there was this section of what people who bought this, also bought and there was another calender! Obviously I mocked people who bought more than one calender because you know, how hard is it to keep track? And then, somehow, I ended up buying two calender. I found this great calender full of excuses for getting out of just about everything. Clearly a must-have for someone like me. But I always buy slimline calenders so I can write in what homework I need to do and so on and this wasn't. So I got another calender. And so, I ended up mocking myself. Wonderful.

Today I napped and watched tv. And because it's New Years eve I'm having Chinese take away. A word on resolutions: I wish you all luck. I'm yet to choose mine, so maybe it'll be something rewarding enough for me not to fail, or something where failing is worth it. Either way, have a good night.

Waking Up in Style

Her eyes sparkle in the dim light. My teeth bite her soft skin, and her neck arches back. Lips part when I run my tongue over her collarbone and my hands slip over her hips, pulling her closer by her waist. My eyes drag over her curves while my tongue teases her.

An Extra Shift

Today I was up before 6. I was at work for over 9 hours. I said goodbye to my uncle and gran on the shop floor because our delivery was late, so I didn't get lunch until later. Knowing I'd only see my uncle in two years if he was lucky in Afghanistan made me want to cry. It was a long day, but I got a lot done and caught up with friends too. Not horrible, just long.

He's Behind You!

My granma sleep talks. In Danish. I'm sharing a room with her. She asked whoever she was talking to, to repeat the word, asked them to spell it and said she wasn't sure but it sounded like clutch or crutch. I told her to be quiet because we were at the cinema. She said ok and rolled over quietly.

We went to the panto. We go every year and every year my birthday is mentioned. This was no exception. We watched Cinderella. I love the panto. And there was so much eye candy, so many colours, men dressed like women. Just like pride.

Christmas Day 09

Opened stocking in the morning and then didn't open any presents until 4pm. And people say I have no self control. This is only occasion I can name to the contrary. Lots of good food, and great presents, the main being the new iPod. I am very pleased, it was a very good Christmas. I thoroughly enjoy spending time with my family.

I really have an epic family: the mum who came out when I did, the older of the siblings who was more interested in spongebob than my sexuality, the younger who entered my pillows into a gay marriage, my step dad who never even looked like it bothered him, my Gran who got me a basque for Christmas and my uncle who thinks my iron deficiency is due to dating a girl and not getting any iron rods... (you really need to be Danish to get that)

My 18th Birthday (24th)

Started the day by going for a walk with Gran, Mum and Uncle around town. When we got back my step-dad got home soon after. We had lunch with presents. I got a Danish dictionary (from Gran and Uncle) and this really cool photo book. It has a double page for each year of my life and then a family and a pets page, filled with photos. It's awesome. I really love it.

I also got money. A lot of money. That I'm expected to spend. I don't spend money. It's hard for me to give £11 for a haircut. I counted it, and didn't stop shaking for 3 hours, my breathing was irregular, I thought I was going to throw up. Don't give me money to spend without a specific purpose. Ever.

Also went to the pub. I had coke and... Coke. I'm an exciting 18 year old.

The Day that Never Happened

Spent my date of birth watching tv and films with my mum and going out last minute to get a dress for christmas day. The entire opening of the presents is videoed, so you need to look good. Around 7.30 mum and I went to the airport. We arrived at the time when the plane was due. It was delayed. We waited at the airport for an hour and a half. They finally arrived. It was good to see them, but I was so tired (we didn't get back until around 1ish). It was a good day though.

(Despite pretending it wasn't my birthday, at the suggestion of both parents, my mum woke me up by singing happy birthday and my step dad bought me flowers.)

Change of Plan

They've got a flight that will get them here in the very early hours of the 24th. It's my birthday tomorrow, I'm turning 18 (meh) and we were going to be celebrating (I normally celebrate in the summer, winter birthday does nothing for me). We're now going to celebrate my birthday on the 24th, ignoring the fact that it's the 23rd tomorrow.

Fuck's Sake

My gran and uncle were meant to be departing from Denmark right about now. The plane's been cancelled. I wont see my gran until April and my uncle is going to Afghanistan in January to fight with the army. There are no more flights tonight and so close to Christmas it's really hard to get onto another plane. Just Fuck.

I did Something New and Dirty

I rubbed and writhed and twisted to get into small, tight spaces and I kept going until the job was done. I bloody hate dusting. I followed up the dusting with hoovering. My gran is coming to stay and she doesn't deal well with dust.

During the morning I went into town, got out some money (I owe my mum £50... I went over my contract a bit), collected a parcel (a very sexy basque,the teal one, which will be my Christmas present from my gran), organised to have my discount card sorted out, got an iTunes voucher (it's already gone) and desperately tried and failed to find a way out of reading the Great Gatsby. Have had the house to myself all day. Apart from the dog, but a pint size lab doesn't make much difference.

Also achieved the impossible. I was not only up before Sara, I also ruined her lie-in. I called her at a fairly reasonable hour, it was like 9.30, she's usually up before 8. Strange child.

A Childrens Film for an Adult Occasion

My mum's birthday. We went to watch a Christmas Carol in 3D, which had pretty good graphics, but a darker storyline than I remembered. Bloody Dickens, doesn't mind a bit of doom and gloom, huh? My mum saw a bunch of other films she wanted to watch like the new Alice in Wonderland and How to Train your Dragon (I read the book, it's very funny). She loves her kids films. She had a really nice birthday and liked her presents and homemade cards. They have to be homemade at least personalised, otherwise she's really not that interested.

Here's an interesting fact about my mother: she only likes surprise parties if she's told about them beforehand.

Shift before Christmas

So six days until Christmas, what would be the two best things to happen?

Running out of turkeys and getting 45 cages of new stock in. Normally 23 is excessive - they didn't even all fit in our chillers.

W and M&B Guy were both overly excited, they were going to celebrate W's birthday that evening (his birthday was the day after). They didn't stop going on about it.

In my lunch break I napped, W said he would wake me up. I was out for a little while and i suddenly wake up with a start. People are laughing. Turns out, my subconscious has the worst (or best) timing ever. I woke up at the exact moment that W said, "ram my dick in your ass." He was talking to M&B Guy (they have a special bond) and I sat up straight on the word dick. That's just great.

An Easy Day

Last day before christmas. All had been given strict instruction that we had to teach until the very end of the day. Naturally, we did a quiz, I helped with year 7 who did secret Santa and sold cakes, we watched a film and ate in the class room.

There was also gift swapping. Amongst other things, Sara got me a beautiful necklace: a tiny blue and white flower, a rainbow and a pegasus. The horse was her idea of a joke.

German Oral

A German group oral with 5 people is meant to last around 25 minutes. Ours was 13. That's all I'm going to say.

Numb Fingers and Brownies

Came into school for three lessons, then went to town with J and JJ. We bought brownie mix and cookies. It was a cold day and we made our way back to JJs house. The long way. I was allocated the bike. In theory my hands being out in the cold should have been freezing, but due to just sitting on the bike and letting it roll slowly, I was using no other energy and was therefore warmer.

We got back to JJ's and after huddling around the tv for warmth (and entertainment), the brownie making started. There was mixing and cracking and pouring. It was packet mix, there isn't a lot of skill involved. The mixture was put in the oven and more tv followed (I napped). Brownies were finished, I was woken up. Watched tv, more brownies were eaten. Pans Labyrinth was put on. I slept through the whole thing. After I managed to hitch a lift home and went back to eat pies and so on.

Last Minute Christmas Shopping

I don't do last minute... well anything if I have a choice. But the youngest sibling does not share this with me, so I went to town with her and we got some bits and I did a couple of favours as far as shopping is concerned and we were freezing so we got hot chocolate on the way back. I wish I spent more time with the older sibling too, but she's so busy growing up; she has no time for family. Maybe in the new year I'll take them both out shopping or something. If she'll come.

Secret Santa

Today we did secret Santa exchanging of gifts. I'd got the guy who's head of our course. I know he likes Jack D, so I got him a Jack D mug and a wooden puzzle. He seemed very pleased, particularly with the puzzle. Incidentally, he was my secret Santa too. He got me one of those huge German dictionaries. I was surprised (still am at how he kept that under £10), but it's a really nice gift and it's really useful. He signed it for me. Most people were really pleased with their gifts, not everyone was thrilled, but there's just no pleasing some people.

Only kidding.

Sort of.

The Wrong Thing to Say

Today I:
Redrafted the rest of that essay
Talked a lot about a book I've not read
Napped on Sara
Ate a chewy brick disguised as a panini
Redid a maths paper
Napped at home for 15 minutes (and an hour)
Responded to "I love you" with "oh shit! I'll see you later" (I was still quite asleep and I did fall over a bit)

On a different note: over the last 2 school days 11 chavs have all done the same thing. As I walk home, I'll walk past them (they walk slow) and as soon as they're behind me they'll start shouting "lezza" and so on at me. How very brave of them. What I want to do most is cut of their balls and make them watch as I feed them to wild cats. Realistically I'd like to backhand them and leave a five finger clover across their face. Another time.

Procrastination

Was meant to be redrafting my 4000 word essay (which is more like 6000 words). Found this site. Laughed a lot. Worked a little.

The Season of Joy

I spent the day being scrooge-like to everyone at work. Complaining about Christmas and carols and food and generally people being cheery. One man whistled. I looked at him with something of a death-stare. He trailed of quickly and quietly. Spent the evening doing the usual. Getting myself off, etc.

When a Girl Lets Go

Friday night Sara came over. We watch a lesbian themed rom-com, had fish and chips (I had fish, she had chips). By the end of the night my hand was covered in her cum. The morning was much the same. It's a good thing we had a free house, because when she lets go... By God, she makes some noise.

(Sorry honey :P)

A Speech for the Good Books

All afternoon I was told I'd been extremely lucky, mostly by staff concerning my escape from punishment from the Head. This evening was the 6th Form Open Evening. I was helping out. I was meant to be doing German. I did for a bit, but I also went and helped people find their way and promoted my course. I figured I could use this time to get into the Heads good books again. There was a presentation. I enjoy being center of attention, I enjoy my course, I can project my voice and I'm pretty good at working a crowd. So I did my bit, got some giggles from the crowd, answered some questions and was back where I belonged. The good girl, with the short hair and the persuasive nature.

Breaking the Rules

I was sitting in the library, peacefully doing a German past paper and a woman comes up to me. I was told to see the Head. About chewing gum. Now the rumour was he wanted the first person caught to be publicly apologizing in assembly. Not something I was about to do.

I went along. The Head was late. I made conversation with the secretary, really lovely - really hot. He came along and I went into his office. I was very friendly, very polite: real school ambassador. He asked me to explain this gum thing. So I lied.

"I've started taking iron tablets recently" (true)
"They mess with my stomach" (true)
"They give me bad breath" (not true)
"And it's been lowering my self-confidence" (blatant lie)
"So I've been chewing gum, which I know was against the rules, so I'm sorry" (sort of true)
"But since being asked to stop, I have" (questionable)
"And I have switched to mints." (on this day, because the shop had no gum)

He was a little taken aback by my explanation. He did his piece about being a role model, mentioned kicking out students he couldn't trust. I ignored the last point and complimented the school. We got chatting. After a while, I get up to leave, shake his hand and tell him to have a good lunch. He stops me and says:

"If you need to, suck extra strong mints - but please don't chew gum in school."

Mints count as food and are therefore not allowed in school. So through lying and flattering I got out of trouble, with no disciplinary action and a brand new rule just for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not chewing anymore (except in exams because it helps me concentrate), but it is nice to know that my manipulation skills work everywhere.

Haircut

I'm about to go and get my haircut. I know nothing except I want it shorter and potentially different. I might give my hairdresser free reigns. This will be an experience.

A New Reason for Watching TV

I would like to share this with all of you. Soft porn has hit MTV. The world is a better place. Check it out.

Something Special

I'd like you to watch me. My face as I cum. My body as I cum.

Your hand brushes my arm. Goose bumps on the inside. I look into your eyes and my lips press softly against your cheek. I feel your body rise and fall in a happy sigh and you pull me closer. My fingers trail across the nape of your neck and play with your hair. I lean my forehead against yours and feel tiny bubbles of calm passion grow inside me.

Cramped New School (Tuesday)

Everyone was in. There is not as much room as we may have wished for.

There are some flaws: not enough seating, not enough bins, new short breaks means I get see Sara for only an hour a day, I'm constantly hungry because I get no opportunity to eat from breakfast until 11 and I can't chew gum in the new school to suppress my hunger or to help me concentrate. There are glass doors into the toilets - not the cubicles, just the doors. The fire alarm is too quiet and constantly going off, we have no bell to say when school starts and lunch finishes and all the clocks are hidden where students can't see them. So I stare at my watch constantly and think about food. I really need gum to concentrate. I tried to claim that I have halitosis. That's the medical term for bad breath. Didn't work.

New School (Monday)

First day in the new school. I spent almost all of the "exploration" time doing my maths homework. School is fairly amazing, alot of glass, alot of colours. Pretty overwhelming. In the theatre under the seats its hollow. I took Sara down there and we christened the school. She's hard to keep quiet, but I did my best.

'Tis the Season (Sunday)

Spent the day decorating the house for Christmas. It's a great family thing for us and it's most likely my last year of doing it because I'll be at uni next year and I doubt I'll be coming home to do it. I'm pretty much a scrooge, but decorating the tree, it's nice.

Stripping etc. (Saturday)

Work was pretty average. Good, but average: spent over half my shift covering checkouts. Later was the Christmas party, we finished at 7 ish and we were meeting at 8. I killed time with M&B Guy and W. M&B Guy gave us a lift to his cousins house. Here I ended up in underwear and a bra in a small cramped room with two guys from work. In my defence I was getting changed and so was M&B Guy. We then had a conversation about my tits.

The meal out was pretty good, nothing fantastic and due to being underage we couldn't get into the pub afterwards. I cut the evening short and chilled out at home.

A Brief Visit (Friday)

Got home, to a freezing house. It was good to be back though. I was babysitting at 6.30 and at 6 the doorbell goes off. There's Sara. So got to see her for the first time in too long. She gave me a very short, partial lift to babysitting and I stayed up until 1 watching DVDs and getting paid for it. Would rather have spent the evening with Sara.

Meal and Bowling (Thursday)

Spent the day swimming and napping (there has been a lot of that going on actually). In the evening we went bowling. Bowling is not one of my talents, but we had a great time, I was roughly getting the same score as the siblings, but I would like to point out that there is a 5 and 7 year age gap between us.

We went for a meal: I had pizza, followed by lemon sorbet which made the younger sibling pull a face like a chickens bum when she tasted it. The evening was served with a side of giggles. Lexy and I also yoinked some water bottles made of frosted glass. When my mum saw, she laughed.

Barefoot Kanooing (Wednesday)

Lexy had a great idea Tuesday night. We should go kanooing, It was reasonably cheap at £5 for a double for 30 minutes. Wednesday it was raining. Pretty much pissing it down.

We went anyway. We went to the lake, and over to the boathouse making "Can yooou, kanooo, please" in stupid accents. We're the comic talent of our generation. We asked the guy if we could rent a double kanoo. He said we could if we were crazy enough. We assured him that we were and handed over the money. We went to get rid of bags and put life jackets on. We decided rolling up jeans, getting rid of jumpers, shoes and socks would be the sensible thing to do. Boat house guy made bikini jokes.

We got our kanoo and our paddles and off we went. After a little while I got the hang of it, Lexy had been before. It was fucking freezing. I couldn't feel my toes and the water was no more than 4 degrees celsius. There was some danger of falling in. Some of it self inflicted by being new to kanooing. Most of it from the danger of being run down by siblings and their friends coming at us with alarming speed in a pedalo. At one point we stopped to watch some people whizz down a zip-wire, but before anything happened siblings in a pedalo came peddling towards us. We paddled away with impressive speed and fear for our lives.

When our half hour was up I suggested we get out. Lexy wasn't amused as we were in the middle of the lake. We paddled to the "beach" and got out. We went in and used their changing rooms, cold water burning our freezing feet. We went back out to give the boat house guy our life jackets and he was a little concerned about how cold we looked and offered us a hot drink. We declined and said we were going back to the house. He said that on the upside our "lips aren't blue" and suggested that we "don't stop and fall over" on the way back. This may seem humorous, but we did stop for a short while and my knees locked up. Most unpleasant.

A Day in the Pool (Tuesday)

Went to the pool after breakfast, after lunch and after dinner. Before dinner, we went to a fireworks display which reminded me so much of being in Denmark on New Years Eve. I think that's the tradition I miss the most. I'll have to go back one year, stay with my dad's family. I called Sara at the display, it was nice to just hear her voice again.

Pool life was hilarious. Involved a lot of falling over bumps backwards and so on. Woops.

Mad Packing and a Trip (Monday)

We were meant to be leaving at 9. So at 7.15 I fell out of bed and deciding packing might be a good idea. I was done before the rest of my family. We all turned up and left for Center Parcs. We spent most of the day lounging in the awesome house (4 bedrooms all en suite, all with TVs and an awesome kitchen, lounge and dining area) and in the pool, which is pretty much the definition of awesome. Good day.

A Start to Work (Sunday)

After Sara left I did a little homework, but mostly I chilled. Maybe cleaned my room. I haven't really got any idea what I spent that Sunday doing. I probably just spent it getting off. I sure as hell didn't pack.

Shaking It and Alternative Bathroom Uses (Saturday)

Got to the party, wearing 5 inch heels. Spent all night dancing. By dancing I mean throwing and grinding my hips and boobs in every direction. Particularly right up against Sara. DJ looked like he enjoyed it. He had a penis growing out the back of his head.

After running my hands up and down Sara's body and refusing to let her have anything for a good bit longer than she wanted, I took her hand and dragged her into the toilets. It was good.

She stayed at mine. I was pretty much exhausted, but we woke up in style.

Bullying and Manipulating (Saturday)

W had taken a day off. M&B Guy came and sat next to me. For the last 5 weeks I'd been telling him I knew what the girl he liked thought of him. He told me he'd finally asked her straight. I confessed I knew nothing and never had done. Oh my, he was not impressed.

I asked him what she'd said to him. He said he didn't know. It would seem they were texting at two in the morning, he sent her a text asking for the truth straight up. She replied pretty fast. He hadn't had the guts to read it.

He let me read it and I summed it up at lunch. She wanted to be friends. He was fairly gutted, but shook it off. I had been certain she liked him, I wouldn't have taunted him as much as I did otherwise. I worked with him all day, our boss seemed to think we worked well together.

After work I changed for the fancy dress party I was going to. I wore long, baggy, very low rise black trousers and a low cut, cropped black jacket. With quite a bit of skin on show I realised I couldn't tie my tie. I walked down the corridor to the guys changing room and asked my boss, the third hand, if he could tie it for me. So he stood right behind me, up against me. His arms across my chest, his eyes on my tits.

That'll come in handy when I want something at work.

I've been away

Hence why I haven't blogged in so long. I can barely remember last week, but I'm going to try to give day by day/event by event blogs. If I'm a little fuzzy on the details it's because I need to nap.

Girlfriend

I am procrastinating and have discovered something. Before this post the word "girlfriend" is mentioned exactly 20 times. 12 in reference to Sara from me, 7 to other people's girlfriends and once meaning me in a guest blog from Sara. So in 257 posts I've written girlfriend 20 times. That's just under once every 13 posts. Sara gets called my girlfriend just over every 21st post. That's not a lot.

Will now do German and then clean guinea pigs. Later is blog time concerning yesterday and packing time for next week (am going to Center Parcs with family, am also bringing Lexy).

Issues

I am slowly getting through all the work although it's not doing my ego any favours. I set myself frankly ridiculous targets and then feel rubbish when I don't meet them.

In other news my mum messed up her hip/back and so we couldn't go to Cribbs because she can't sit down for too long at a time. We went and got waxed which was nice and if her back is better, we'll be going shopping on Sunday. If not, we'll go in January.

I'm off to babysit tonight and I plan to write around 650 words of German. And redraft an English Essay before I go. It might happen. I can dream.

Phonecalls

I call Sara most nights, after she's gone to sleep. I wake her up, and she groggily answers the phone. Last night I called earlier. I reminded her of all the things we'd done and told her a few of the things I'd like to someday. I didn't stop telling her until she was covered in goosebumps and writhing.

Turns out, she'd like to as well.

Exploring New Territory

Sara came round this morning. I opened the front door, pulled her inside and kissed her, pushing her against the wall. It had been too long since I'd seen her on her own.

Throwing her down onto my bed, hands slipping down the whole length of her body. My mouth kissing her soft, pale skin; a smile washes over my face as her skin grows hotter and an ocean of goosebumps appear in front of me. My hand trails up her thigh and skims over her hip. As my fingers touch her stomach, she gasps lightly and her back arches closer to my touch. My thigh fits perfectly between hers. Just being near her makes me dizzy.

My lips kiss hers as I cup her beautiful face in my hands. She brushes my hair away and I look into her eyes. I tease her lips with my tongue, then kiss her once and my mouth brushes her jaw line, her neck and collarbone. My teeth bite her shoulder until she moans a little.

I know what I want. I brush my hand over her chest and her nipple hardens. I push my thigh against her and she gasps. She looks amazing: her mouth almost curled into a snarl, her eyes shut tight. For a second, I wish I knew what was happening inside her. Then I bite her and get lost in the moment, her back arches, her legs squeeze tight around me, fingers curling into fists around my hair, skin growing hotter and hotter, a whine escaping from her throat. I carry on until the moment when she gasps and then lies, panting underneath me. I can feel her heart racing.

I kiss the soft skin by her hip and my mouth brushes her stomach. My lips touch the inside of her thigh. She pulls me up closer, to her face. I still have one leg between hers, my skin touching hers, my heart beating out of time with hers. She kisses me gently, looks into my eyes. She takes my hand, and lets it trail along her thigh. She gasps when I touch her. My fingers drift and slide, every arch and curve makes me gasp a little and her a lot. I kiss her mouth, neck and chest until her whole body tightens and convulses. My lips graze her forehead and she moves closer to me before opening her eyes.

Secret Santa

I've organized some holiday in Denmark, primarily for my Grandma's 70th birthday, but I'm also going to see my other gran while I'm there. The tickets are booked, I have the time off work and it's close enough to my exams to be great revision, without being so close it's going to fuck up my other exams.

In school today, we also did secret Santa. I've never done secret Santa before, I'm very excited. I'm also very organised and have already ordered the gift for my person. I'm looking forward to this immensely.

Today was the last day. The school is now shut for almost 2 weeks, while they move everything from the old building into the new one. I get about 4 months in the new school before I go on study leave, so I'm not all that excited if I'm honest. Plus we've all been given work to do over the break. I'm missing 43 hours of lessons, yet I've ended up with over 70 hours of work. I am not impressed.

Shopping at Cribbs

Christmas shopping at cribbs causeway Bristol was completed in a wonderfully overly-organised fashion. I love cribbs: it's huge and has loads of great shops. My mother also does. All through buying presents I was thinking, "oh, I wanna try that, I could use one of them, that'd look great on me..."

My mum was thinking the same, and so we're going shopping there on Friday after getting waxed.

Speaking of shopping, I have my costume for a Heroes and Villains party on Saturday sorted out. I will be attending as mob leader, Al Capone. My costume involves:

• 4 inch heels
• Extra long, baggy, black trousers
• Cropped, black tux jacket
• White tie
• Trilby
• And a huge gun

Sounds good, no?

Women are Imspossible

(Sorry honey)


My day at work taught me one thing. Women are ridiculous. This is why.

I was just about to go on break, when they called me to checkouts. I sat down and one woman started piling on her shopping. She had a whole trolley full. And then another full trolley. I started scanning things through. It was adding up fast. By the time we were done, it was £500 worth of shopping. She paid with her husbands card, he was standing next to her. He looked like he might cry. She told him to shut up and that "it was only money."

Earlier that day, a young woman and her partner were picking their dinner. She looks at him and says, "darling, pick a dip for the snacks."
He picks one and tries to put it in the basket. She moves the basket away and shakes her head, "not that one, darling." He picks up another and she does the same. He picks up 7 different dips before he picked the right one.
"Great choice, darling." She walks off. The poor guys looks completely lost.

A little later, a woman sent her man to find the buttermilk. I happened to know we'd run out, but I didn't fancy telling him. He tells her that there are none. She has a proper big go at him, telling him he's stupid for not being able to see it, she walks over to the place where it should be, sees the gap and the 'temporarily unavailable' sticker. "Oh."

Another occasion was a woman lecturing her husband on tying the bread up properly in the plastic bag so it wouldn't touch anything else and they'd get poisoned.

Finally, I served a woman who asked me to find her a brand of unsalted butter. We didn't have that one brand. We had 3 others, but it had to be that one. Apparently, it ruined her whole week.

Excuse Win

I have one sentence to go on my personal statement. The last one. I've got through 11 drafts since starting it Monday night. That's not bad going.

Surprisingly I also found time to do all my homework this week and only skipped one lesson. All my homework, bar one. Higher Level German. She set me 13 pages of reading and 25 exercises. The reading was a romance story. Romance. Really!?

Point is, it was 10 minutes before my German lesson, and I still didn't have a reason why I hadn't done it. I asked some helpful people and after a few ideas we hit the jackpot. I walked into lesson.

"Hey, I haven't done the homework."
"Oh, why not?"
"It got packed into one of the boxes with stuff that's going to the new school. I haven't had a chance to look through it all, I've been doing my personal statement."
"Ah. I've packed all of my books and our work for this lesson in boxes too."

After a slideshow, I left. That lesson was over fairly fast.

What the Doctors Said

Apparently, I have an iron deficiency. They think. They didn't actually test for that, but saw that I had small red blood cells. Apparently that's an indicator. A test to find out has been taken now, but she says if I am, I'm only borderline. She's given me iron tablets to take twice a day, but seems a little sceptical that it's iron that's causing me to sleep. If I don't stop napping by January, she will try to fit me in for a course of sleep observation at the sleep clinic. Oh the joy.

Blueberry Hospital Popcorn

School was nothing spectacular.

After 5th lesson, Lexy and I run off to her and drive to the hospital. As we go, we realise neither of us have any change for the parking machine. We stop at a petrol tank and Lexy pulls into a parking space, I open the door and she screams "NO!" I shut the door. She then proceeds to park perfectly. Her reasoning being that it makes people think she's a good driver. I will point out, she is a good driver, and the parking thing, is kind of annoying. I go in to buy something to get a load of change. The man behind the counter looks at me apologetically and says:
"I have no change today." I was a little surprised. I swapped the £5 into change with a woman, and the £10 from the till (he magicked up some change).

We drive on towards the hospital. We stop at the traffic lights just outside it. Lexy points out, we're over the line. I look out the window. We weren't over the line, not really; we were sitting on top of the pedestrian crossing instead. Nice.

We realise we are almost an hour early and after a few laps round the parking lot, decide to drive to the cinema. It doesn't take long before we're not too sure which way we're going. I have a hunch, Lexy has another. We decide to go round twice, knowing we'd recognise the road once we see it. Or so I thought. Lexy changed lanes a little bit illegally and went down the road I'd had a hunch about.
"This is the wrong road."
She was not impressed. We missed 4 places we could have turned, before finding a really tiny round about that we turned around on. It felt like we were spinning on ourselves. Strange feeling to get in a car. We get to the cinema, both of us realising we don't normally come from this direction. Lexy parks perfectly before I am allowed to go in and buy a regular portion of salty popcorn. I get inside and order a large. I would be lying if I didn't call it a bucket.

I eat some of the popcorn and we start driving back to the hospital, using the route we both think is the one we normally use. It really wasn't. We got to the hospital and were directed to the alternative parking. The parking guy was given popcorn, we were given a parking space and Lexy was given a compliment.

I continued eating popcorn on the way home and by the time it was dinner, I had finished the entire bucket. Now, having finished the second draft of my personal statement I wish to end the day with comedy and an ice lolly to calm my throbbing mouth.

Chav-tastic

My girlfriend has got this cute habit of getting dropped off at school by bus and coming to meet me as I walk. Today we walked past two adolescent male chavs.

"ey up, let's get some!"
"Are you female? Are you gay?"
*Silence*
"Gay-boys!"

Smooth. Label yourself homosexual. Because all the lesbians love to fuck the gay guys.

Today

(Monday, for those that don't know weekdays)

Second week running my TOK presentation was cancelled. Suits me. I'm yet to start my personal statement. I really should. German assistant was away. Spent the time mockering Sara. Maths was spent being mocked by the teacher. I have to do a character analysis on someone I've never read about, in a book I don't know. I'll start the personal statement. Or get someone else to.

Sunday

Got 10 hours sleep and still napped in the afternoon. My mum and I went shoe shopping (mine are leaking, nay: sucking up water like sponges and we live in rainy England). I got no shoes. There were none in my size, shape (flat) and price range. Lots of sandals and high heeled boots though. I did get two pairs of skinny jeans and a new T shirt though, so it was worth it.

On Sunday night, whilst trailing through the erotic fiction of deviant art (not something I do often, you'll come to see why), I stumbled across this. Regardless of what you normally think of erotica, this is... worth reading.

Saturday

Another day at work. I work in a fairly male dominated section. Half way through the afternoon tidy, W asks me if I've seen one of the guys in charge (who claims to be a total stud). I tell him no, and ask why. Turns out they're playing a game. "Racks Away" involves a point system:

• 1 point for a great pair of tits
• 1 point for a MILF (must have a child with them)
• 2 points for a MILF with a great pair

It really is that simple (and shallow). W and one other guy both got 10, one guy from fruit and veg got 7, I joined halfway through and got 5, the Stud only managed to see 3. Pathetic.

The time was passed by talking about sex. W had started the day with morning sex (first words of the day were "do you have a rubber?"), M&B Guy hasn't had sex since August and that was with his psycho ex. The Stud claimed to be single by choice, but everyone knows his ex dumped him and he was not pleased about it. Good fun.

Friday

Got to economics, sat down. Everyone else (including the teacher) were late. When they arrive conversation starts up. Boy one finds a disc and puts it on his finger like a ring. It gets stuck. Boy two brutally tears disc off Boy one's finger. Finger swells slightly. Teacher explains he has packed away our lesson plan and has found an alternative task. Boy one tells teacher how he scored almost top marks on a Geo test, but failed the other tests so badly he only got a C. While he explains he puts the disc back on the same finger. Another member of the class mock his failing, pointing out he's stupid enough to get his finger stuck on the disc twice. Boy two looks over, sees disc on finger and pulls the disc off his finger. Taking skin with it. Blood is dripping onto the table. My teacher asks the class if we'd rather have a discussion or independent research lesson. No one is paying attention to him, so he questions me directly and sends me on my way while the boys make jokes about Boy ones stupidity and bleeding finger.

When I complain about the stupid guys that are the rest of my class, I'm not being sexist, they just conform to the stereotype.

The Birthday of one Olivaliv

Last night was a wondeful night of cakes with faces, nerdy speeches, talk of nuns and inside out condoms. Food was curry, so I had chicken and chips. Lovely. Had a jolly good time.

Cheesy Chips

For lunch I had cheesy chips. They were delicious. Now I'm ready for a few hours of napping and listening to the epic win that is the surfing play list, for mine and Lexy's holiday. And just generally day dreaming about a certain gorgeous someone, who should know who they are by now.

Driving

The power of naps is continuing: I fell asleep in 2 (possibly 3, I can't remember economics) lessons and I've ended up with a doctors appointment to get my thyroids checked out. Just because I like to sleep. And because I have no control over it.

It's my 18th in a while (23rd Dec) and my mum wants me to learn to drive. I don't want to. It's expensive, I live where I can get everywhere I want through lifts, buses and trains, it's dangerous and it doesn't have my interest at all. I appreciate that between not drinking, smoking, having an interest in drugs and not driving I'm not "cool" as far as teenagers go. I'm cool with that. Now I've just got to find a way to explain that to my mother (she *really* wants me to learn. I *really* don't). I think I'll point out she didn't learn until she was thirty something and she did just fine.

I also find myself missing Sara when I don't see her. Like during a lesson. A 50 minute lesson. Most inconvenient.

Napping Power

Napping has returned, more powerful than ever. I was 10 minutes late to English, awake for the first 10 and the last 5. I slept for the other 25. I really tried not to. I also slept through my free and some of lunch. I was up reasonably late last night. I also napped once I got home.

On the upside, I earnt £30 last night, finished my biology coursework and my TOK presentation. Which was cancelled due to the teacher forgetting to turn up and the projector being broken. The German assistant is also having trouble debating with me. Not only do i put up an argument you'd have difficulty shooting down, but we agree on everything. I enjoy it, I always win.

I've had worse days.

Meet the Parents

Staying over at Sara's was... an experience.

I headed over there straight after work. Nervous doesn't really cover it. Shitting myself is getting closer. I arrived and her parents were out. We went upstairs and it was, as always, awesome. Even just lying next to her, talking gives me butterflies.

Her parents came home. I was still nervous, so we decided to lie low in her room for a bit longer. We went down using the kittens as a cover. I said hey and asked how she's been. She didn't look at me. She asked Sara's dad a question (he was lovely by the way, so were the siblings). This might not sound so bad, but I'm always acknowledged pretty much immediately. I don't match the wall paper, people always notice me. Her mum didn't talk to Sara either. It was 13 hours before she looked at or spoke to me.

It was like being in a country where being gay is illegal. We weren't allowed to get close anywhere we might be seen, it was not accepted that we were together as a couple. I'm not used to having to be paranoid about being seen or not being trusted. I was put in the spare room and Sara was meant to stay in her room to sleep. She didn't, but she was meant to. Her mum came upstairs in the morning and saw her bed still made, and Sara sneaking out of the spare room with some impressive bed head. Her mum saw her, turned and walked back down stairs. Sara later told me that her mum hadn't been pleased to be officially told that we were back together.

It was harder than I'd expected it to be. I'd do it everyday if it meant I got to see her.

Behind on Blogs

There are a couple of blogs being created, but I'm a bit behind and really need a day off just for blogging.

I went to see Surrey Uni today, it's amazing and it's asking for grades which I'm going to get. Perfection!

Tomorrow I'm working then going straight to Sara's. I'm meeting her mum. I'm a bit nervous. It's the first time in about 4 years. Sara says it'll be fine. I want to believe her.

We're also planning on taking photos (the good kind) and generally wanting to have some fun.

Same Heat, No Burn Victims

Another great afternoon. Actually, it was better. No one was burnt and we weren't interrupted. She left covered in tiny red bite marks all over her torso. Not my fault she bruises like an over-ripened peach.

Burning (and) Desires

Sara came round. We both had lunch and then a free, so we decided to chill out at mine. And for the record chilling out largely involves my thigh between her legs. My teeth leaving red marks all over her hot pale skin.

Pretty much amazing. As things were heating up again, I hear a loud whistle. I jump off the bed (and off Sara), wrap something around me and see my mum standing in the shower half dressed. She'd dropped boiling water on her leg. She stood under the cold shower for an hour, whilst on the phone to my grandma (retired nurse), to make sure she was doing the right thing. I did not make it back to school.

The water didn't even leave a mark.

Lost Cynicism and Disease Ridden

I'm in love.

I don't believe in love. I mock it. I think it's what people in relationships tell themselves to make what they're doing feel worthwhile.

And yet, here I am. Head over heels.

I wont lie: I despised the feeling. I hate anything I can't easily label and safely put away in a box. I like to have complete control; with Love, I have none. I'm growing to like it. It makes me smile, it's got the edge on me.

I called her and we sat in silence while I formulated.

"I don't know much about love, or how it's meant to feel. But if I could choose, it would feel like this."

We chatted a bit, and while we did, I realised that no one can tell you what love is, because it's different for everyone. So when I feel that this is how it should be, then that's how it is.

"I love you."

I smiled when I heard it. Didn't even have to think about it.

"I love you too."

So there you have it, I've been infected with this odd brand of disease. And it's okay.

Homophobic Librarian

First day back at school as a couple. Is it so surprising that we can't keep our hands off each other? I wouldn't say so.

The school librarians are well known for being the most tight lipped bitches of our entire school. They take a huge amount of pleasure in kicking people out and making ridiculous comments. They genuinely think they have power. They are wrong.

There is a constant lack of chairs so I happily share with Sara or Lexy, but Librarian comes by and says, "one bottom per chair." No joke. Eating is not allowed and whenever I get caught, I get kicked out. This was one of those occasions.

Sara came with me and we sat outside the library in the corridor. We're kissing and the librarian walks past. Blissfully unaware of this I keep kissing. There's this odd noise. I look up. The stupid woman was shaking her keys at us as she walked past.

Is that Dewey decimal code for "I'm homophobic"? We laughed, mocked her once she'd gone. Carried on kissing. We weren't even on her 'territory'. We got up to leave for lesson, I lent in and kissed Sara goodbye.

"Right! That's IT!"

We turn around, see an angry, yet ridiculous looking woman: the librarian.

"I told you to stop kissing! And you completely ignored me! NO ONE wants to see you snogging!"

I felt this rage bubble up inside me. I let it out.

"You didn't "tell" us anything! More to the point, why shouldn't we kiss?"

"It's not appropriate."

"Oh really? And why is that?"

"What kind of silly question is that?"

"I don't think it is a silly question, I see nothing wrong with me kissing my GIRLFRIEND, so why don't you tell me?"

"It's at school, no one wants to see it."

"I want to. This is unbelievable. Fucks sake."

I resisted the urge to kiss Sara goodbye before leaving. I know she was furious too.

It wouldn't have bugged me but she'd walked past and glanced at a straight year 12 couple just down the corridor. If you want to enforce something, it should be equality.

Tent Fun

We had 4 tents and 8 people. Sara and I got our own tent.

Right after we put the tent up we had a great make-out session. It was the first time where I could get lost in the moment without listening to chavs screech like hyenas, or friends telling us to quit making out all the time. I got to relax and feel her lips on mine, my fingers running through her newly short strands of hair. Her hands brushed my sides and waist. My tongue skimmed her lips. She dug her fingers into my skin and I moaned softly. My hand tugged on her hair, until she gasped, my other hand running down her back, my legs wrapped around her pulling her closer...

Around one we go to bed, her jeans are soaking, I insist she take them off. She obliges. My mouth skims her knee. Her skin is smooth under my lips. My mouth gently moves up her thigh; her fingers trail through my hair. My tongue playfully teases her skin, she gets hotter and the higher my mouth goes, the more heat I can feel from her skin.

Around 5 I open my eyes, lean over and wake up Sara. I kiss her softly at first. Her lips are smooth and hot, my fingers run over the skin of her shoulders, it's hot to the touch. I pull off her hoodie and tshirt, my t-shirt is pulled over my head. Her hot skin on mine. I slipped into her sleeping bag and my thigh was locked between her legs. I kissed her, she kissed me: harder, rougher, slowly grinding against me. Her soft skin easily brushing against mine, my hand grazing her spine. Her whole body arches and my lips kiss her collar bone. Her legs tighten around mine, I push myself against her, closer, hotter, faster. We keep going until I can't breathe and my whole body spasms. My head spins and she gasps, catching her breath before opening her eyes and looking into mine.

Party Fun

...And there she is. Sara. She smiles, we kiss. It was just so nice to see her again. We walked and kissed and got to JJ's birthday meal. There were *some* cancellations and no-shows, but it was a good meal. We walked to JJ's, picked up a friend on the way, and 3 more people arrived a little while after, bringing the numbers up to 8. Everyone got off with someone. It was a good night, Sara and I didn't drink, but it was good fun.

There was fun of putting up tents in the dark, smashing a glass lamp, followed by drunken denial, leaking tents and many other amusing incidents. A great night.

Milk

Work was exceptionally busy. There was so much back stock to go through. I spent the morning talking to M&B Guy (Milk and Butter Guy). I know the girl he likes and I know what she thinks of him, so I decided to torture him. I never did tell him, I think he should find out by asking her.

Over lunch I read my lesbian magazine with W. He thinks people who are out are brave. I think people who are closeted aren't ready; people who are out were ready.

After lunch I was put on milk. I was kneeling on the floor and one slipped. Suddenly I have 4 pints down me. I have to stand by my flood of milk until someone comes by to get a floor wet sign. For five minutes.

After work I changed and walked downstairs, and out the green metal door...

Uni Visits

Was meant to be getting waxed Friday, but cancelled in order to go to Birmingham. Visited two unis: Birmingham and Aston. Birmingham was a nice place, but it was just abit conventional for me. I'm sure I'd enjoy it once if I went there as a student. I like Aston, the campus is in town and it's abit more rough and worn down. There was a huge variety in the people and I'm sure that Birmingham would be rated a better uni, with a better campus, but I got a really good feel from Aston.

We stopped for coffee on the way back. I adore spending time with my mum. She's glad Sara and I are back and happy.

Sickness

I was babysitting last night. I am a little desperate for cash.

I've spent the last few days doing something quite unusual for me. Since dating Sara again I've been overwhelmed with a sickness. A disease. A bad case of "Soppy."

I'm not even kidding. I called her and woke her up, just to tell her that she's cute. As if she didn' t know. I also smile whenever I think about her, so I'm smiling pretty much constantly. I'm counting down the minutes until I get to see her again.

News

Sara and I are back together. Yum.

A Post for Erika

In the hope you'll start writing again.

Her fingers run down my spine to the base of my back. My legs either side of her, I look into her eyes. I bring my face down to hers and softly kiss her lips, my mouth trails across her hot skin, brushing her neck. She smells amazing, she tastes amazing. I gently bite her skin, she tells me not to leave a mark. I do anyway. Her hands push away my clothes and run over my hot skin. My fingers search through her hair. We talk a little. My lips brush hers. The time for words is over.

I kiss her harder, my blood pumping, her breathing speeds up. I gently rock against her. My naked skin touches hers: hot, moist, intense. I shut my eyes and her tongue creates fireworks in my darkness. I playfully run my fingers up and down her spine. She pants a little. I brush the hair out of her face and kiss her again. She pushes herself against me, I arch to be closer to her. My tongue spirals and swirls sending her into a frenzy of gasping and spasms. Her nails dig into me, her skin grows hotter, crimson. I want to kiss every bit of her crimson skin.

Mac'n'Cheese and Other Wins

There has been a blog failure on my part recently, I have no excuse and no apology. Work on Saturday was really good. It was another normal day, but I got to hang out with Milk and Butter guy quite abit (don't get excited, he's a long term relationship guy with a huge crush on SundayYogsGirl) and W again. It's nice, I get on well with them.

On Sunday I made cupcakes with the youngest sibling (win!), they're delicious with thick butter icing which we got right the second time round. First time it was a nice big powdery mess, really not sure how that happened. Sunday night I watched XXY, it's quite a challenging topic and it's handled well. Good film. Monday was spent watching Girl, Interrupted which I'd ordered off Amazon. It's an amazing film and Wynona Ryder looks too good to eat.

Monday night I travelled to meet Lexy and to give blood. EPIC FAIL: my iron count was too low so I now can't donate for 3 months. Not impressed. Lexy hates needles and cried. This made me cry. Stayed over with Lexy in her shed (this is not a regular shed, this is an intense uber shed). We had chicken for dinner. Then we made mac 'n' cheese, I had bits of hot dog sausage in mine.

Today I did a little bit of work, but nowhere near enough. Later I will be watching another DVD that came through the post, Four Minutes. It's a German film and I'm very much looking forward to it.

Finally, I should explain a little bit more about the head shaving. I've wanted to do this for a long time; like over a year, possibly more. I want to raise money for Cancer Research and this is how I want to do it. I'll be starting preparations in January with my last haircut until I get it shaved. I'll need to know that I'll raise at least £250 before I get it shaved. I'll get it shaved in between my last exam (woo!) and going away with Lexy. Lexy will shave it for me. Lexy will help me decorate my scalp and I think she's as excited as I am. My one concern will be loosing my job over it. If there are no problems there this will be going ahead. I won't be changing my mind and this cause needs your help. Besides, you wanna see me bald, right?

Bald

I have decided to shave my head at the end of may to raise money for Cancer Research. I would need a minimum of £250 to do it. Will update soon.

A Need for Naps

Yesterday my body rebelled. It made me sleep through my alarm. My alarm was going off for an hour and a half, every ten minutes. My family didn't think to wake me up. Unlike on birthdays, when everyone is dragged up half an hour early to go and sing happy birthday to the victim until they wake up. Point is, I was not awoken.

When I finally wake up, I'm head-achy, a little feverish and in quite abit of muscle pain. I had to take the day off. I slept for most of the day, but in the afternoon, I redrafted my maths coursework, re-emailed an English essay, started redrafting the 4,000 word essay from hell and read some of a book I needed to look at for English. Then I slept some more. Due to all this sleeping, my need for nap has returned and I doubt I'll be conscious long.

Today was pretty cool: English was relaxing, year sevens were fun, economics was a doss, maths was cancelled and there was a small fire at school, so German was cancelled too. I spent the remainder of my afternoon with Sara. Living proof that exes can be friends; tinsel, inability to speak, pie boobs and not getting on buses included.

An Unenjoyable Evening

This evening was not fun: was at a parents evening I was not needed at, went to a meeting I was not needed at, listened to a guy with a strong accent deliver a lecture I did not understand, while in extreme pain and enduring severe chills. Having eaten (food and painkillers), I do feel considerably better.

I also had my HPV jab (number 1) and I went to the dentist. Both fine.

Caffeine

You know you've had too much caffeine when your tongue turns brown.

I need it, I have alot of work to do tonight.

Messages

I spent my afternoon calling all my universities, finding out if they would take me with my grades. One of the last was Salford. I called up and I was put on hold. I have nothing against hold, it's a reasonable thing to do. They'd picked a lovely song to have on in the back ground. Every thirty seconds a woman took 15 seconds to tell me that I was in a queue and that they valued my call. I was holding for 20 minutes. I fell asleep. I only just woke up when I finally got through. When I got through, I got 10 seconds of conversation and was put on hold again. Then I got to leave a message because nobody was answering. Best part of a half hour to leave a message. Great.

A Guest Entry

I've been talking to this guy recently, we'll call him M. He's horny and into all the same kinda stuff I am. Today he shared something amazing.

I grabbed you round the hips and brought you closer to me, starting by slowly kissing your neck. Moving my mouth around you whilst running my hand through your hair, pulling my top off and move you up to the wall. I caress your body with my fingertips and biting your lip, I take your top off. My hands slowly massage your boobs whilst my tongue trails around the nipple; gently nipping at you whilst dragging my nails slowly over your smooth back. I would move back up to your face and kiss it tenderly whilst brushing my hands over the hot skin on your lower back. I would slowly caress your legs, working my way up them. I'd throw you over the bed and pin you down and kiss you harder. My hands would support your back, up from the bed. I would slowly massage your ass then work my way up the inside of your leg taking extra care when I get to the top. My mouth would slowly work its way down your body from your hard nipples. My tongue would venture further and further down and I would slowly rub my hand over you pussy, my fingers trailing gently across your smooth skin. I would slip my fingers up inside you whilst kissing you and playing with your already erect nipples...

This guy is a goldmine.

German Assistant

I have not posted about homophobia on here for a long time. It's not because it's stopped, it's because I'm sick of it. Since Sara and I broke up it's got alot easier, particularly for Sara, which is good. However even now I get shit from people who live near me and whenever I walk to and from school. I just don't react. For the time being I've lost the will to fight it.

Today was the first normal day of school in what felt like ages. Assembly was cancelled which is always a plus. I also met the new German assistant who I didn't really like. Now given, I did speak more German in that one session than all of last year with the other assistant, but he stayed behind after hours and helped me with work and helped me with grammar. This one kicked me out the minute our allotted time ended even though we were in the middle of an exercise. Someone's a money grabbing whore who doesn't go the extra mile. Not that I would ever judge her.

Day Off

Today was my first day off in almost 2 months. I had a lie in until quarter to 11, tidied my room, wrote an essay and made pizza muffins. They're so good. And I had such a nice day off.

Another Saturday

Well yesterday was... eventful.

I was at work all day, primarily working with this girl who although nice, is a little dull. I worked the last few hours with W though and I caught up on gossip. Partially from W and partially because I asked the people it was about if it was true. It wasn't.

I got called to checkouts and due to being underage I can't put alcohol through the till. We have a button to press and supervisors come over and sort it out, but the pager system was buggered. I was serving a guy and while waiting an age for the supervisors to come over, we got chatting. He was having a party that night and we just talked about stuff. Alcohol was put through and he left. For all of 30 seconds. He then came back and said, "you're cute, come to the party" He gave me an address.

A little later I was chatting to another guy whilst waiting for a checkout supervisor. When the supervisor came over (this large, past middle-age ginger woman) she started flirting with him. I don't judge, I flirt with everyone too. After he'd gone and I was logging out to go back to my yoghurts and she stands right in front of me and goes, "corr, he was quite good looking, weren't he?" She was blocking my entrance fairly blatantly wanting to chat. I said, "they always are(!)" and shuffled past her and back to my yoghurts.

After work I went to the fair. I walked around alone for a while. I stood by the side of my favourite ride and watched it go round. The guys who run it were talking and suddenly one shouted something to me. It was loud due to the combination of music and machinery so I walked up to him, stood on the side, he repeated, "are you a lesbian?"

Do I have a sign? A big neon, flashing sign saying "DYKE"? Is that it? No? So what is it?

I look him in the eye, and deliver my favourite line: "actually, I swing both ways." I like to watch his face: confusion, then it sinks in, his mind will wander and he'll smile and make some agreeable comment. This time it was, "alright! that's alright then! So what you doing next week?" "I'm busy."

I also got to meet Lexy's boyfriend E for the first time. He's such a nice guy, really lovely. Lexy did well. While Lexy and I were on a ride he held our bags. I almost flew out my seat (not even kidding) and while up there I lost my lipbalm. I was not impressed. I did not enjoy the ride and I lost my lipbalm. I did find it when I got off the ride, but all the same!

Finally, I got off with this guy. We were sitting by a round about chatting and it just sort of happened. It was good. It was a one night thing, but he was great kisser. Nice guy all round.

Good night actually.

Sit and Shake

Today I was exhausted. I fell asleep in a lesson. I was caught. Teacher was annoyed but I think a) he must have realised I was really out of it and b) that I don't mean to. I apologized and everything.

Then later when I fell asleep on a desk during a free, James thought it would be funny to sit me up and shake me around a bit. I didn't wake up. I just sleep. Until he rustled my book. I woke up and said, "that's mine."

I was not impressed.

Wales

I am home. I won’t lie; I'm absolutely dying from exhaustion. My body rebelled for a day and a half of my stay. We had lessons from around 8.30 until around 9 every night. This means I am now big time behind on work. We continued sleeping in our room that stank of multivitamins (I maintain that!) and I believe it would be fair to say that last night we had all had just about enough of everything. Food was edible, but packed full of tomato. On account of being nicely allergic I ate just carbohydrates all week for dinner. It wasn't bad. I know I for one got particularly moody because I couldn't wank for the entirety of the trip, even the showers were a no-no (you had to hold down the button to keep the water running, I need one hand for scratching the itch and one for steadying myself against the wall). We also got decidedly moody once we realized that the field center made a minimum of £7,000 out of our school alone. With the cheap shit called food and the crap accommodation (we even brought our own bedding, therefore no washing for them); it does bring into question how much the tutors are being paid. And why they still insisted on getting us to rent waterproofs when they knew it wasn't going to rain and I kind of felt we'd paid enough. £250 is a lot for 3 nights.

Onwards to the good stuff, of which there was more than there was bad. Most nights were spent on the deck hanging out and chatting. One night, Lexy and I went adventuring. We walked down a pitch black pathway and then up about a million steps. In the pitch black we made out the shapes of a great big hole and some bee hives on legs and a tiny lounger. It looked like an alien landing site. We got a bit scared and left quite fast. I went up the steps during the day too and the big hole? It was a pool. Good thing I didn't fall into that. After making it down the hundreds of steps, we decided to walk down the side of our building and up a really wobbly, wooden ladder up to the roof. The roof did not look safe, not even a little. We decided against sitting up there and instead found another ladder we could climb down onto. There was concrete and then sea. I straight drop actually. We decided on going round a corner, up some steps, over a no entry sign and back out onto the main path. We walked back the way we'd come and turned to look at our building. One of guys who worked there was standing with a torch, pointing it at the place we'd been about 2 minutes earlier. We walked past. I turned to Lexy and said, "Who do you think he was looking for?" Apparently, she thought it was us. We walked towards the shop, feeling we'd got away free.

I pushed the door open to the shop with my foot. There was a small step on the inside of the entrance. I landed in a heap at the bottom of the door. About 10 people I knew turned around and stared. I could not get up because a) I was laughing too hard and b) my foot wedged stuck under the door. Eventually I dragged myself up and we got poppets and went up to the deck for the night. A text was received asking for our location. I sent a jokey reply saying we'd gone skinny dipping and would be back later. When we made our way back to the room we bumped into a few friends who asked how the skinny dipping was. It would seem my humor was not delivered, and everyone now believes Lexy and I to be a couple.

There were uneven steps all over the place and I have a wonderfully clumsy streak. I fell up the stairs every day from the cafeteria. I'm bruised. So bruised. Today whilst about to go walk down those steps I saw the guy who had previously had the torch when we'd been on the roof. He greeted me "hey trouble." I asked what that was meant to mean. He told me not to pretend I didn't know. Apparently we did not get away with anything, but he didn't tell on us.

Last night, I needed a break from people (there was a plan to turn our room into a fort, but it was never executed), so I hung out by myself for a while, then out on the front I broke down the segregation between the schools and made a whole bunch of friends. Somehow conversation led onto casual sex. I was offered se by three different people all of whom I turned down. I was too tired, I knew location would be an issue and we were nearing our curfew of 11 (ridiculous curfew). Either way, they were great and we had some fun. I spent the last part of the night with the people from my room up on the deck and running to and from the shop for more poppets. Mine were stolen (and then paid for).

We also had some most impressive outings to the beach for research. There was lots of climbing, poking things, playing with crabs and accidental limpet killing. I also have some lovely facts for you: barnacles (tiny little grey things that stick to rocks) have the longest penis in the animal kingdom. There is no known maximum, but the average would be the equivalent of a human with a penis the size of Nelson’s Column. If you’re a size matters girl, live your next life as a barnacle. There is also one creature (I forget which one) who keeps it’s penis behind one of its ears, a whale has an actual bone in its penis and one third of a limpet is its ovary.

On one of these outings a rock was found me. It’s a penis rock. I’ve taken it home with me. I promise not to use it; it’s fairly rough and would tear me to pieces. One thing about this place is the cake. There seems to be unlimited amounts of it and today I had 7 slices. It’s good cake. I needed some for the coach journey. The journey home was spent sleeping, lying on Lexy (further fuelling the skinny dipping/couple rumors) and singing/seat dancing to a large variety of songs. It was good fun. Probably not worth £250, but a lot of fun all the same. Even if we did get caught about being on the roof.

Wales and a Vague Update

It's been a while. I've been busy. Today was travel to Wales. Wales so far looks set to be four days with Caroline the Man (CM for short) taking notes in a freezing cold room. Apparently we are in the driest part of the country, but it is after all Wales, so I'm not getting my hopes up. Tomorrow I have to get up early. This does not make me happy. AND we had lessons until 9 this evening. Plus due to my not eating tomatoes I had pasta with salt and butter (which apparently was a lot nicer than the bolognaise everyone else had to contend with).

Sunday I worked during the day and then Lexy came round and we made cakes. Saturday I also worked and then during the evening I went out for the town fair. It was good fun and I had negotiated a far later curfew than I needed.

Friday I had the wonderful combination of supervised essay writing (I sat under a table), a maths test and German on my own. I'm not going to lie, I did not enjoy this day much.

I'm also getting increasingly horny and due to sharing a room with 3 people who would not appreciate my orgasmic ways (they should just let me share with guys; guys wouldn't kick up such a fuss over a little vibrator), I am left in my own hands and frankly I prefer a toy or the body parts of someone else. Also my body is rebelling again. It's really annoying and it won't negotiate terms either. Not pleased.

10 Inches Minimum and Mint Imperials

It would appear the time for a proper catch-up has come. I have not heard from W all week and I won't until tomorrow night, he knows I have alot of work at the moment and he knows how important these things are to me.

Yesterday morning I found out that my teacher has spent over three weeks teaching me something that is not on my syllabus. He started the morning lesson with an apology. I was not impressed. At all.

On a much cheerier note I recently saw a poster which started with: "How many inches do you have? You should have at least 10 inches..." Breathe easy guys, it's about insulation, but it made me double take.

On another note, I acquainted myself with this guy, call him T. Really nice, easy going, good-looking. Got to know him a little, asked if he fancied meeting up for a shag. Turns out he has a girlfriend. Perhaps I should find out this detail before asking if people want to screw.

I'm going on the bio trip on Monday, and I sat down at a table in the library. The guy (he can be Bio Guy) I sat next recognized me from the trip meeting (I guess between sitting on the table and the short blonde hair I stand out a little) and struck up conversation. When it was time to go I scrawled my number into his biology book just in case he wanted to get in touch sometime. Fingers crossed.

Now it's been quite a while since a certain root vegetable adventure shocked everyone that knows me. I have another tip for all you horny girls (and don't pretend you're not). It's one I discovered during my GCSEs. Instead of gum or boiled candy, I went for mint imperials. So one night I was easing the stress, you all know what I like, and I just slipped one in. Not only was my cum minty fresh for days, but it tingled really well. Just little pulsations throbbing through me. Delicious.

Sexual Health

Two weeks ago I went to the hospital. I'm not even sure I mentioned that I was going. I booked myself an appointment and I went for a sexual health check up.

It went like this: Go on bus to hospital. Get directions to GUM clinic (fourth floor, down to the right). Tell secretary I arrived. Fill out form with contact details. Read sheet about confidentiality and things to tell Doctor. Wait for 15 minutes (I was early). See Doctor. Go over details. Talk about past sex life (in a professional manner). Be asked to strip from waist down and climb into stirrups. Get undressed from waist down and climb into stirrup chair (this is harder than you may think, they move and the seat ends where your bum should lie, tricky business) and put small piece of paper over my privates. Nurse and Doctor enter (both female). We talk about school, Doctor warns me she will entering a metal thing into my pussy, but that it's not cold. It was warm. Doctor took two samples. Doctor said: "one from the urethra" and less than a second of a tiny burn followed as she swabbed me. Was told I could get dressed and to wait in chair until Doctor came back. Asked for some condoms. Was given condoms. While alone looked through condom box and napped 6 more on top of the 8 I had been given (including vanilla and blueberry flavoured). Doctor came back. Told me if I had not been contacted by text from them within 2 weeks I was clean. Went home with my 14 condoms and a slightly questionable horniness. It was not an unpleasant experience. I got free condoms (and they are really free because I don't pay tax). My appoinment did not involve a blood test because I give blood and they check for HIV, AIDs and Hepatitis. I don't personally mind giving blood, but either way.

I'm clean.

Hitting Home With Tongues

I absolutely adore this idea and if I knew more gay/bi people I would organize one in my high street.

Looks like it would make an impact, no?

Exhibitionism

I like you to watch me.

I like your eyes dragging over every inch of my skin. I long for the expression on your face each time I suggest something new. The way your eyebrows shoot up and a smile plays on your lips as you imagine it. As my hands slip down my body you lick your lips. Fingers running over my pulsing pussy and you swallow. My fingers slip inside and your lips part as you breathe a little more heavily. As I tease myself, you do the same. I like the look on your face when I cum and the way I'll carry on pushing myself just for you. I like you to cum while you watch me.

Problems with Windows

There are some definate problems with Windows. Any windows user is all too familiar with the age old "Windows has encountered a problem and needs to close" pop-up which appears after 5,000 characters of unsaved work.

Yesterday I encountered a new one:

"Windows has encountered a problem and cannot close."

That was fun.

Early Morning Behaviour

I can think of no good reason why this happened. I don't think I'll ever know why I got up an hour early, got ready for my shower, plodded to the bathroom and not until the water was on, did I consider that I had no reason for being up at quarter to 6. I went back to bed.

A Bad Kind of Roller Coaster

Last few days I have been going through predicted grades hell. None of my unis want me. Not one. This is fairly bad.

I've had the offending grade changed and things are looking up a little, but I'm still not reaching what I need. Time for pleading phonecalls/emails and serious conversations. And extra german lessons. It's going to be a long year.

But come 12th of June, I'll finish work at 7 and drive off to Cornwall with Lexy for a week. We just paid the deposit and are very excited.

Last Day

Didn't do a whole lot today. Decided as it was my last day, I didn't have to work too hard. We had fun as we always do and I really am going to miss that place. Messing around with the girls, flirting with the customers, my lovely gay supervisor and of course, the Boss. I've got a lot memories, so I'll be sure to keep in touch and visit every now and again.

Also saw the smoking bar guy. He's a nice guy, I'll drop by a time when he's in too.

Either way, I'm sure I can make some similar friendships at the new job. Give it time.

W: Part Three

This is evening I was informed (and dragged out the house) that W and his girlfriend decided to split up. This causes me to move him from low-risk to moderate risk. When he starts making a move he'll become high risk and when he continues he'll be labeled hazardous. Either way, I may need to remind him that I'm not interested.

W: Part Two

Nothing out of the ordinary happened last night. We talked about everything, but family came up quite abit so crushing him didn't feel quite right. All the same I made it clear that if a guy doesn't understand basic English, I'll make my feelings clear with knee-testicle contact. You don't respect me, I don't respect your ability to reproduce.

That caused him to keep his distance. However, it started pissing it down, we were outside, I got soaked and due to a great combination of being wet to the skin and having body fat nowhere but my tits, I got freezing cold. I gave him a hug partially for warmth and his hands decided to go a little lower than they should, so I told him to stop, and with the threat of my knee fresh in his mind, he did. An identical situation arose when his face buried itself in my neck. He also tried eating my hair, but that's a whole different league. Either way, he knows I'm not interested and he's got his girlfriend, so it's all dandy.

W: Part One

Will be meeting W at 8. Am wearing an old teeshirt and jeans. Will update later.

This is a very short part one.

Lube and Working Hard

(no pun intended)

I got 3 and a half hours sleep last night. I did 7 pages of economics and 2 pages of maths. I don't feel tired, but I'm babysitting later for roughly 5 hours (and the children are sick), then 9 hours tomorrow (working on economics and bio during my lunch) and 9 hours on Sunday. I also need to do some English homework and some German, finish my maths coursework, plus sort out my personal statement and my UCAS form. Oh and meet W Saturday night. Also need to get up so I can be in town an hour earlier than I normally would be to book holiday off work. I can't wait for school to come round again.

I'm also very horny. It really gets in the way of things.

I tried to give a friend his Christmas present, and he ran away. He refused to take the sex toy, so I put it in his hood and when I caught up with him later I gave him the lube. I was told he hated me. Not until much later did I get a thank you. Unbelievable.

Note on a Fairly Eventless Day

So that last blog took care of my 200th. The last hundred have really whizzed by.

Unfortunately my predicted German grade has not whizzed up, so I've spent all evening emailing all the unis I might want to go to to see if they'll still have me. Fingers crossed. Speaking of German I spent all morning writing a 400 word essay (the double up one) and I was the only one who did it. I was not impressed. Must do maths and econ now.

Must Stop Procrastinating.

Needs and Desires

I want you to watch me cum.

I want to straddle you, and kiss your stomach, your chest and your shoulders, I want my tongue to run all over your naked skin. I want to feel my fingertips against your body and your heat on my skin. I need to drag my lips up your neck and softly bite you. I want to watch your eyes as my hands run down your chest and your face as they run up your sides. I want my tongue to tease your lips very gently and then for your mouth to touch my soft lips; to kiss them again and again getting harder and rougher with each kiss. I want you to roll me over and watch my body as I arch it up towards you, my mouth desperate for your lips. My skin needing your touch, aching for your touch; you aching to give it to me, to run your hand down my spine. My skin will shiver at your touch and you'll trace your hand down my hips, round the curve of my ass. You'll grab my thigh and pull me into you, our lips meeting. That kiss, the electric feel we both get: little shocks all through the body, right down my spine and giving me goosebumps all over. You pull me into you by the small of my back, my skin soft to your touch. Our bodies fit perfectly. You kiss my neck, tasting my salty skin. I feel your lips against me; your tongue teasing my skin, I sigh happily and tighten my grip around you a little. You trace your hand down my body, over my stomach. I breathe faster. You gently caress me and I gasp, my body tensing. I push towards your touch, my breathing getting heavier. You can see my chest pushing up and down and hear me panting, my neck arches back and my fingers dig into your sides. You slip a finger into me, my nails scrape against your back. I push into you and I softly moan when you slip another finger inside me. You gently fuck me with your fingers and I moan and pant each time you push inside me, my lips quiver and my chest shakes from pleasure. My nails dig in deeper. The hot smell of your skin scorches my mind

And then I want you to watch me cum.

Hot and Cold

Today while at school I napped in an office with a couple of others sitting around. While I was sleeping they thought they'd test if I really was a heavy sleeper. I am.

They ran an ice cold milk carton along my bare skin, piled stuff onto my stomach and slapped my ass several times. I did not wake up. I didn't even stir. When I did wake up my hip was freezing and my ass was throbbing hot. I queried them, I got the truth eventually. I was not impressed.

I also have two 400 word German writing tasks due in the next two days. One is a response to an article of our choice (for Evil Snake), the other is a speech on an environmental article (for Boring Dick). So I'm writing one speech on an environmental article and giving the same piece of work to both my teachers. Crafty, no?

Three Reasons

My Genuine Reasons For Not doing my Homework:

1. I have become addicted to this and I desperately want the song they play at the start but I can't find it anywhere.
2. I thought it was Monday, when it isn't so I have been procrastinating the wrong homework.
3. I misplaced my iPod yesterday and decided it needed to be found. I searched through my whole house and took my bed apart. When in exhaustion I reached for a sugary snack, I found it in my box of icing. I don't know how either.

A Note on Napping

The mother seems to believe there is something wrong with my sleep pattern. Given it doesn't conform very well, but then neither do I. Point is she's making me record all the sleep I get over 24 hours. She would then also like to have me tested to see if I'm anemic. I've decided to go along with it, although I'm certain she's being ridiculous and I just like to sleep in the afternoon.

Sleepy Head

I woke up epically late this morning. My mum dragged me out of bed at 8 (physically dragged) and with my lesson starting at 8.30 I didn't feel I stood a big chance. I didn't. I arrived at school 10 minutes before the end of my lesson and I was exhausted. Friends trying to feed me dog biscuits amongst other things followed while I was trying to nap.

Both my English lessons were quite amusing: people eating the hair of others, stealing anothers belt, sleeping on the desk, nuzzling into each others neck, huge wild hair, blushing from the unblushable, pinching noses and Fall Out Boy Ringtones. Due to this chaos, I stayed awake.

German however I did fall asleep in, however we did make 5 questions and one exercise take up 50 minutes so that was quite impressive. Lunch was spent in town with some friends eating chicken and drinking lemonade. Lexy and I also discussed travel for our holiday. Fingers crossed she'll have a car otherwise it starts to get complicated.

Just after lunch I had a brief flirtatious encounter with someone I vaguely know. Seemed nice, hopefully more will follow.

Hijacking an Office

Today in school we had an assembly for the boy who died. In biology we all cried. I wanted to walk out of the fire escape, but I stayed. I texted W because he sort of understands, he wasn't crying at the time and he was guaranteed to reply immediately. He made me feel a little better. As did Lexy snuggling into my neck (it's just something we do to make the other feel better). I wasn't expecting to react, but I did and so on top of not having had alot of sleep I was completely drained. I did very little in TOK. I had a free after that.

Due to having been completely drained, I decided that my free would be best spent sleeping. Knowing the librarian would have no problem with waking me and kicking me out for not being "productive" as she has done on many occasions, I decided my course leaders office would be my best bet. It was locked. Right next door was my head of years office. It was open. It was empty. I walked in and slept on the floor for an hour.

After an hour someone slammed the door in the common room and a picture fell down, crashed and came apart. About 2cm away from my face. At the sound I opened my eyes very wide and just stared at the metal frame, the sheet of glass and the photo lying right in front of me. After a while I sat up and fixed it before quietly leaving.

Over lunch the other office was opened and I was quite happily sitting and the phone went off. It's a two person office, so there are two phones. The person who was there ignored his phone ringing. The office then run the other line. It was ringing for a good two and half minutes. It was driving me insane. I offered to pick up and put it back down, to unplug the phone or pick up to tell them he wasn't there. All were declined. He then said: "look it's fine, it's not my phone, we can't pick it up." At this point they switched phones and his was ringing again.

Miscellaneous

It was a fairly busy day and I spent most of it running around the cafe. It was JJ's last day (she hopes, the gay supervisor may ask her to return next week). He wasn't happy that JJ's leaving now, I'm leaving next week and one of the other Sunday girls has broken her finger and can't work. Good timing, huh?

Due it being so busy, instead of getting lunch around half one or two-ish, I had my lunch at 4.30. The upside to this was that I spent my lunch flirting with this guy. He's already said he'll come back next week to see me off. He offered out of the blue. Nice guy.

Saturday morning a boy in the year above me died in a car crash and his friend is in a coma. The boy who died was good friends with W, so he was not in the best of states. I didn't personally know the boy who died and it hasn't really affected me. My response to tragic loss or sadness is inappropriate jokes. I met up with W this evening for a half hour and we just talked about nothing. Seemed to cheer him up and got me tot crawl out from under my duvet (I got home, napped for 2 hours and just stayed in bed).

I also found out that new job (soon to be known as "job") will pay for half my holiday because it's learning to do something. Ker-ching!

A Fantasy of a Phone Call

His rough voice filled up my mind. In the dark of night and early morning his words echoed. He put images into my mind and let the monotone of a dead call accompany me into an oblivion of a climax.

Autopilot

Something has happened. I'm not sure how it happened. One of the guys I work with is quite whiny, so we'll call him W. Last week W was whining about wanting my number. ALL DAY LONG. After 9 hours, I snapped. He hasn't stopped texting me since. He puts anywhere between 6 and 11 x's at the end of his texts.

He runs his hands across my back and waist at every chance he gets. In fairness, I don't stop him. He has a girlfriend, claims he's not a cheater and he knows I'm not interested, so I class him as low risk. Yet somehow I agreed to meet up with up with him out of work. Here's what happened:

W: "whine, whine, whine, whine..."
Me: *Autopilot, nod in agreement*
W: "whine, whine - great, so I'll see you next Saturday at 8."

I vaguely remember agreeing and promising to go. I have the worst autopilot.

Clearly I'm sending out some sort of signal to people who are superior to me (technically we are equal, but I'm new so we're not).

He also walked part of the way home with me and when I asked him why he was doing it he said that it was just a nice thing to do. He got really pissed off when I pointed out that nice as it was, I'm more than capable of getting myself home. Despite all this, he is actually quite a nice guy, I'm just not interested.

I also trapped my hand between a cage full of stuff and an industrial fridge door. Three times in a row. It's gone blue and swollen, but it's going down. It would have hurt alot more at the time if I hadn't been numb from the cold.

Commuting and Big Tits

Our school is currently on two sites. Young kids at one, older at the other. My day went like so: English (upper), help with year 7 (lower), economics (upper), maths (upper), helping with year 7 (lower), helping with year 7 (lower). I did not enjoy the commuting, however helping was mostly good fun.

My parcel arrived, so I will play as soon as I've done some maths and put my bedding on. Soon.

My new bigger bra also arrived. It was too small. I'm hoping it was the style/make and not the size because going up another cup size terrifies me to my very soul. I wouldn't mind if they weren't so bloody heavy, but you try carrying all this weight on your nipples and shoulders. I don't have the build for big boobs, I should be a C cup tops. Alas, I am not.

A Day Dream from a Different Time

Lips, soft against mine, she slips her tongue into my mouth while I twist my fingers around the short strands of hair on the back of her head. My finger slides down her smooth neck, and one by one my fingers cup her breast. My thumb slips over her nipple and I gently bit her lip. I pull away and watch her open her deep chocolate coloured eyes. I see my own reflection in them: my eyes shimmering, my messy hair a little less organised than usual. I smile. She wraps her hand around my neck and her lips touch mine. Gently teasing my lips with hers, then her tongue touches mine and we get lost in the moment. I kiss her hard, and deep, pushing my body against her, we stumble back, hit a wall, I press her in between the wall and me, my curves fitting with hers perfectly. She pulls my hair hard and spins me round, slamming me against the wall. I bite her lip and she gasps. I grip her hair and she lets go of mine. I snarl at her before kissing her hard and digging my nails into her back.

Internet Spending

Something horrible happened last night (pre-climax).

First up my boobs grew. This might not be a bad thing but I now have £180 worth of bras that don't fit me and ever more excruciating back aches. Secondly I had to buy a new bra which meant choosing from a total of about 8 (I don't get alot of choice in my size). The bra is very nice though, I settled on this. That's not too bad.

Then I stumbled* across my favourite sex toy site. It would appear I ended up spending £70.

So that's a total of £90 within about 2 hours. That's more than a whole weekends wages. Not good, if I'm honest. All the same I am looking forward to my packages arriving very much. I'm not the only one either. The package contains this for me and this for a friend, plus some lube because that's just good sense. The item for me is a well done present from me to me for getting through so much work, getting my other job and being myself. I like motivation.

*stumbled - actively searched it out

Horny

I was barely horny today. Consider it an addiction: orgasms. I need them, I constantly think about them and when I don't get them I get sour as a grape (the sour, bitter kind).

Yesterday I got a fix so good I didn't feel the need to play all day. This is practically unheard of. It was still playing on my mind, but it was more the lingering memory of what brought my climax about. It was intense.

However, me not being horny made me decide to manipulate others. I start the day with a nice low-cut top. I then make references to my own cleavage all day. I actually left James well alone. I picked on Sara. Within 5 minutes of talking to her it was clear: she was craving a climax. She just saw sex everywhere. I may have broadcast that she was horny until she admitted it. By shouting it across the library.

Didn't stop me: I kept on with the broadcasting and decided to just generally tease her. Because I could. Carpe Diem and all that.

Things I Can't get Off my Mind

When I bite his neck or chest or the soft skin just by his arm he does it. When I drag my nails down his back or pull on his hair he does it. When he first feels my tongue on him, he does it.

That gasp. Delicious every time.

Vaccine

I am not happy. Sara has been given the HPV vaccine before me. The one that stops sexually transmitted viruses developing into cervical cancer. The virginal lesbian gets the vaccine before me. I am of far higher risk, surely?

And don't think I haven't tried to get the vaccine, I've been down the doctors surgery every other month asking if I can have it yet and every time I'm told that I have to wait until I am "invited by my school." I may just throttle someone.

The NHS bring it on themselves: teen pregnancy rates and STD/STI rates are higher than ever? Is it surprising? I went to see my doctor about getting condoms a good year ago. She told me I should wait until I was in a relationship. I wanted to be prepared! She also told me that I should pump myself full of chemicals, because obviously that's the answer to all my worries: drugs!

But wait, substance abuse is on the up, as is people becoming over reliant and addicted to prescription medication. I wonder how that happened.

All the same I do love the NHS - one thing they got right was making emergency contraception free from the GP chemist (I don't have £25 to spend when a condom splits or slips off and I'm not taking risks). Plus I don't have to improve my hand eye coordination: they'll always fix me for free.

My Notes from Social Studies

Your hands wrap around my thighs, keeping me steady. I kneel above you. Your mouth brushes my lips making my skin tingle. Hot mouth, wet tongue: delicious.

My hands run through your hair. Your teeth peel away my underwear. Your breath hot on my thighs. Your eyes catches mine, you shut them as you kiss me.

Your tongue snakes inside me and my grip tightens, pulling on your hair. the tip of your tongue teases my clit. You look up and see me:
eyes pinched shut, lips parted, gasping.

Beautiful Filthy Thoughts

I gasp: his teeth clamp around my nipple and his lips kiss my breast. My legs are wrapped around him, hands in his hair; pulling twisting. His hands are on my waist, my back, my ass. Pulling me into him as I grind against him. That look in his eye. That sexy, lust-filled look. He drags his eyes up my torso and looks at my face, my eyes. Speckles of green in with the blue.
Amazing.

CDO (because that's the order it should go in)

I'm a very tidy and generally organised person. To the point where I don't think I have any friends that don't believe I have at the very least mild OCD. Could be to do with colour coding my wardrobe, not mixing food (there are special rules about sauces and gravies), all my files being organised into folders, memorising my time table in about 2 days (this one's just good sense though - until they change the room), the way things really should be done my way because it just makes alot more sense (and it does), but finally because my room is freakishly tidy at all times.

At all times, but now. It's in a frankly horrific state, clothes all over the floor, books all over the floor, bedding still not put on (4th day running - will return to this later), bed not made, clothes not taken off the washing line, there's stuff that does not belong on my desk here and nothing is lined up properly. It's starting to get to me. It needs tidying. It's primarily due to having been out most of the weekend (packing in a rush is never clean) and I really can't do it now, I have an economics past paper to finish and a German blog to write. I've managed to clear a tunnel, so when I sit at my desk I can only see a small clean area, but I know it's there.

The bedding was given to me Friday night when I put my sheet on and passed out on the bed. Saturday I did not sleep at home and last night I had been exhausted just before bed and so passed out after putting on my pillow cases. This means my duvet cover is still not on and my bed hasn't been made in 4 days (I usually make it everyday and there are rules: big cushion in the corner with the corner opposite the string facing up, the plumper pillow on top, duvet so it touches the floor (and covers the organised storage under my bed), green felt cover from the back of the bed over the top of the duvet and then alternating the green and white cushions and blue squishy pillows standing up against the side (starting with a blue pillow in the right hand corner) finally a red and orange cover sits over the edge of the bed on the end and a red squishy is placed on top like the cherry on top).

It's how it should be. I'm gonna go clean now and then force myself to stay up late and try not to get distracted so I might actually do my homework.