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.