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.