Leigh is not where I belong. Take me to Newcastle and let me find what i'm looking for...
Friday, 5 August 2011
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
Dear Blog,
I come to you bearing apologies for my incompetence and neglect towards you over these past few months. (Few meaning loads) I have actually been pretty damn busy, what with going to the opposite side of the world, discovering I am incapable of falling in love and then scrubbing elephants you could say that I've had quite a roller coaster!
However, I am not here to brag about my travels or even to discuss my holiday romance. (I fear that if I write about them too quickly I might throw myself into an early grave)
I am here young bloggy to discuss my unhealthy existence and relationships with the other species. Men.
I know this topic has been over done but, for my own amusement and therapy I feel it of absolute importance to write it on here incase anyone of any species has some advice for me that doesn't involve GAMES.
I am now 19, (I aged a full year whilst on a boat in the Whitsundays because I'm a posh Gap 'yar' baghead and by posh I ofcourse mean poor) and this year I feel that boys have become significantly more complicated than ever before. The general response in my case to this is 'Is it me?' But, after conferring with all kinds of specimen it appears that there are rules of which I am not abiding by.
I have been told that there are rules to texting. 'Don't reply quickly' one friend said. Another said 'appear 'elusive' ' elusive?! I don't know how to be evasive or mysterious. Especially if I actually like them and whenever I see them in real life / text them / whatsapp / tweet or instant message I become an array of incomplete sentences. I basically become an absolute nob. There is no two ways about it. A nob who is incapable of conveying any sort of regular human behavior. Or is this normal? Do all mere mortals flood into heaps of jelly once their 'crush' is within their reach? I have no idea what to do but for now I am proving completely inept and incapable of attaining any sort of male for more than a cheeky 'snog' after a few Gin and Tonics.
Sincerely,
Romantically inept curly head.
However, I am not here to brag about my travels or even to discuss my holiday romance. (I fear that if I write about them too quickly I might throw myself into an early grave)
I am here young bloggy to discuss my unhealthy existence and relationships with the other species. Men.
I know this topic has been over done but, for my own amusement and therapy I feel it of absolute importance to write it on here incase anyone of any species has some advice for me that doesn't involve GAMES.
I am now 19, (I aged a full year whilst on a boat in the Whitsundays because I'm a posh Gap 'yar' baghead and by posh I ofcourse mean poor) and this year I feel that boys have become significantly more complicated than ever before. The general response in my case to this is 'Is it me?' But, after conferring with all kinds of specimen it appears that there are rules of which I am not abiding by.
I have been told that there are rules to texting. 'Don't reply quickly' one friend said. Another said 'appear 'elusive' ' elusive?! I don't know how to be evasive or mysterious. Especially if I actually like them and whenever I see them in real life / text them / whatsapp / tweet or instant message I become an array of incomplete sentences. I basically become an absolute nob. There is no two ways about it. A nob who is incapable of conveying any sort of regular human behavior. Or is this normal? Do all mere mortals flood into heaps of jelly once their 'crush' is within their reach? I have no idea what to do but for now I am proving completely inept and incapable of attaining any sort of male for more than a cheeky 'snog' after a few Gin and Tonics.
Sincerely,
Romantically inept curly head.
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