Sunday, February 27, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Writers block
I wrote this when I was about fifteen which is why it sounds really twee!
I want to write a poem
but I don't know where to start.
It's got to be something meaningful,
something straight from my heart.
It could be about the birds,
the way they nest in trees.
Or it could be about a summers day,
crowded and gleeful with bees,
humming in the air above,
going about their chores.
Or it could be about a lion
and the mighty way it roars.
It could be about nature in general,
the way mother earth spreads her wares,
or the way children play
with no tension, worries or cares.
It could be about myself
but that would be way too dull
everyone else does that anyway
so I don't think that I shall.
It could be about the moon
playing with the sea
shining big and bright and proud
in the sky for everyone to see.
It could be about the stars
outshone by the moon.
Or the ever impending daylight
that covers them too soon.
I think that this is enough
for someone with writers block
I think I've done quite well
and written quite a lot.
I want to write a poem
but I don't know where to start.
It's got to be something meaningful,
something straight from my heart.
It could be about the birds,
the way they nest in trees.
Or it could be about a summers day,
crowded and gleeful with bees,
humming in the air above,
going about their chores.
Or it could be about a lion
and the mighty way it roars.
It could be about nature in general,
the way mother earth spreads her wares,
or the way children play
with no tension, worries or cares.
It could be about myself
but that would be way too dull
everyone else does that anyway
so I don't think that I shall.
It could be about the moon
playing with the sea
shining big and bright and proud
in the sky for everyone to see.
It could be about the stars
outshone by the moon.
Or the ever impending daylight
that covers them too soon.
I think that this is enough
for someone with writers block
I think I've done quite well
and written quite a lot.
I fecking hate traffic wardens!!
I realise this is yet another rant but I believe people will be with me on this one.
Traffic wardens. What in the world posseses someone to go into this profession? I mean, the whole world hates traffic wardens. If I were talking to someone in a bar and they revealed that they were a traffic warden that would be it. I don't even think I would finish my pint. Just tip it over their head and get the hell out of there. It would definitely be a deal breaker for a prospective boyfriend. Checklist: Own teeth? Yup. Doesn't live with parents? Check. No past criminal convictions? Hmmm depends what they were but ok. Job? Traffic warden? Nope not even worth a sympathy throw down. Not even if they looked like Johnny Depp and that's saying something!
I just got a ticket whilst I was at a free CPD evening learning about how better to care for peoples pets and I get outside and have a fixed penelty notice stuck to my car. At nine o clock at night! Seriously! Do these people have nothing better to do? There were loads of spaces and it wasn't even as if I was parked in a disabled bay! Nine o clock at night and I get a parking ticket. Maybe if the world wasn't so anti traffic warden, they wouldn't stick these things on our cars as they would have friends, a girlfriend, a life of their own and parties to go to. As it is, because of the profession they have chosen, they have a lot of free time to go wandering the streets when they should be parked in front of the tv with their significant other and a bottle of wine.
Maybe we should start a hug a traffic warden campagne where one day a year we're all super nice to a traffic warden. We have to hug them, ask how their life is and pretend to be interested in their lonely, tv dinner for one, talking to their cat life. "Thankyou mr/mrs traffic warden for this spectacular waste of money you have just stuck on my car. I'm going to show you the love and affection you are missing from your sad pathetic little life so that you can see what you're missing out on for the rest of the year."
Then we send them on their way, pondering their chosen career path. It'll either make them so sad that they are missing out on the wonders of love that they hand their notice in the next day screaming "love me, love me, I need to be loved!" or they'll be so depressed that they kill themselves. Either way; less traffic wardens. Win.
Traffic wardens. What in the world posseses someone to go into this profession? I mean, the whole world hates traffic wardens. If I were talking to someone in a bar and they revealed that they were a traffic warden that would be it. I don't even think I would finish my pint. Just tip it over their head and get the hell out of there. It would definitely be a deal breaker for a prospective boyfriend. Checklist: Own teeth? Yup. Doesn't live with parents? Check. No past criminal convictions? Hmmm depends what they were but ok. Job? Traffic warden? Nope not even worth a sympathy throw down. Not even if they looked like Johnny Depp and that's saying something!
I just got a ticket whilst I was at a free CPD evening learning about how better to care for peoples pets and I get outside and have a fixed penelty notice stuck to my car. At nine o clock at night! Seriously! Do these people have nothing better to do? There were loads of spaces and it wasn't even as if I was parked in a disabled bay! Nine o clock at night and I get a parking ticket. Maybe if the world wasn't so anti traffic warden, they wouldn't stick these things on our cars as they would have friends, a girlfriend, a life of their own and parties to go to. As it is, because of the profession they have chosen, they have a lot of free time to go wandering the streets when they should be parked in front of the tv with their significant other and a bottle of wine.
Maybe we should start a hug a traffic warden campagne where one day a year we're all super nice to a traffic warden. We have to hug them, ask how their life is and pretend to be interested in their lonely, tv dinner for one, talking to their cat life. "Thankyou mr/mrs traffic warden for this spectacular waste of money you have just stuck on my car. I'm going to show you the love and affection you are missing from your sad pathetic little life so that you can see what you're missing out on for the rest of the year."
Then we send them on their way, pondering their chosen career path. It'll either make them so sad that they are missing out on the wonders of love that they hand their notice in the next day screaming "love me, love me, I need to be loved!" or they'll be so depressed that they kill themselves. Either way; less traffic wardens. Win.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Always ranting.
Today I've been nursing some really lovely animals, some very smoochy cats (until I tried to take out his IV line!) and a beautiful dog who is the ideal patient. I've had to inject him so many times but he's still as loving as ever.
People on the other hand......
Well, I'll start with the band I tried out for. Went to meet these guys a couple of weeks ago and sang some songs to see if they were interested in having me sing in their band. I thought it went quite well to be honest and truth be told I was more concerned with the actual audition. I thought that even if they say no, at least I would have tried which is all you can do really isn't it? I could always delude myself into thinking that it was because I wasn't right for the band! Nothing to do with my singing hahaha. But instead of saying "Ally, it just isn't going to work out, you're singing sounds to me like cats being strangled by a giggling hobo, we're going to keep looking" he (the band guy) decides to ignore me! I mean how rude is that?
At any other point in my life I might have got upset over this but after losing Wayne I've decided I'm not going to sweat the small stuff. This guy obviously needs to strap on a pair and say what he really thinks and is that really any concern of mine? Not really.
Another example is a girl I met when I first moved over here. It was my first saturday night in Jersey and I thought "Ok, I wouldn't usually sit in by myself on a saturday night so I'm not going to start now! Also, I'm not going to make any new friends or have any fun if I don't get out there" so I put on my best clobber which in hindsight was not a good idea as I've now discovered Jersey is not ready for new rock boots and dred falls but anyway, I met this girl and we started chatting and she asked for my phone number and suggested that we meet up for some karaoke.
"Awesome!" I think "Well that was easy"
So I text her as planned the following monday to go to karaoke and do you think I got a reply? Did I fu@k!
If they had been the only two isolated cases then I would have put it down to bad luck. You know, trust me to meet the only two jack asses on Jersey but no! This seems to be an affliction affecting most of the population of Jersey! I think that it's only a matter of time before everyone succumbs to this disease that must waste the fingers of your hands away so that texting or lifting anything heavier than Jodie kidds big toe is virtually impossible. It must also affect their typing skills as well. Maybe they lose the bones in their fingers so that any kind of organised movement is just impossible. Maybe I should send flowers? Or a get well card?
My dred falls and a very happy face. Slightly emo I feel. Sorry bout that.
My beautiful New Rocks! Yes I realise that my tights blend in with the carpet but it wasn't planned just a happy coincidence.
People on the other hand......
Well, I'll start with the band I tried out for. Went to meet these guys a couple of weeks ago and sang some songs to see if they were interested in having me sing in their band. I thought it went quite well to be honest and truth be told I was more concerned with the actual audition. I thought that even if they say no, at least I would have tried which is all you can do really isn't it? I could always delude myself into thinking that it was because I wasn't right for the band! Nothing to do with my singing hahaha. But instead of saying "Ally, it just isn't going to work out, you're singing sounds to me like cats being strangled by a giggling hobo, we're going to keep looking" he (the band guy) decides to ignore me! I mean how rude is that?
At any other point in my life I might have got upset over this but after losing Wayne I've decided I'm not going to sweat the small stuff. This guy obviously needs to strap on a pair and say what he really thinks and is that really any concern of mine? Not really.
Another example is a girl I met when I first moved over here. It was my first saturday night in Jersey and I thought "Ok, I wouldn't usually sit in by myself on a saturday night so I'm not going to start now! Also, I'm not going to make any new friends or have any fun if I don't get out there" so I put on my best clobber which in hindsight was not a good idea as I've now discovered Jersey is not ready for new rock boots and dred falls but anyway, I met this girl and we started chatting and she asked for my phone number and suggested that we meet up for some karaoke.
"Awesome!" I think "Well that was easy"
So I text her as planned the following monday to go to karaoke and do you think I got a reply? Did I fu@k!
If they had been the only two isolated cases then I would have put it down to bad luck. You know, trust me to meet the only two jack asses on Jersey but no! This seems to be an affliction affecting most of the population of Jersey! I think that it's only a matter of time before everyone succumbs to this disease that must waste the fingers of your hands away so that texting or lifting anything heavier than Jodie kidds big toe is virtually impossible. It must also affect their typing skills as well. Maybe they lose the bones in their fingers so that any kind of organised movement is just impossible. Maybe I should send flowers? Or a get well card?
My dred falls and a very happy face. Slightly emo I feel. Sorry bout that.
My beautiful New Rocks! Yes I realise that my tights blend in with the carpet but it wasn't planned just a happy coincidence.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A poem what I wrote
This is a poem that just popped into my head one day. It's not about anyone, the words just appeared so I wrote them down. I think it started off about the fierce love a mother must feel for a child and then morphs into a romantic love but hey, interpret it as you wish seeing as I don't have kids!
I want to write words like ribbons
To wrap a bow around your heart,
I want to build a cage around you,
To keep you safe from harm.
I want to cut myself to pieces
To stop you feeling pain
I want to be your shelter
To keep you out the rain.
I want to be by your side
Every minute, hour and day
I want to carry the torch
To light each step you take.
I want to build huge fires
To keep you warm at night
and wrap my arms around you
to keep you in my sight.
I want to climb inside your skin
So your heart beats nearer mine
I want to dance cheek to cheek
until the end of time.
I want to lay forever with you
gazing up towards the stars
knowing whatever mistakes we made before
the future is all ours.
I want to write words like ribbons To wrap a bow around your heart,
I want to build a cage around you,
To keep you safe from harm.
I want to cut myself to pieces
To stop you feeling pain
I want to be your shelter
To keep you out the rain.
I want to be by your side
Every minute, hour and day
I want to carry the torch
To light each step you take.
I want to build huge fires
To keep you warm at night
and wrap my arms around you
to keep you in my sight.
I want to climb inside your skin
So your heart beats nearer mine
I want to dance cheek to cheek
until the end of time.
I want to lay forever with you
gazing up towards the stars
knowing whatever mistakes we made before
the future is all ours.
Friday, January 28, 2011
I did it!!
Went out last night and got wasted watching a tribute band called Enraged which was pretty good and it was so nice to finally hear some decent music while out. Up til now it's been all mainstream clubby bollox which sucks.
Jeremy the crap vet has finally left me alone which is all good so life on the rock is starting to look up.
My brain is fried at the moment so am signing off now. Wish I had more to say but words are failing me at the moment. Writers block sucks
Whinge over.....for now.......
Monday, January 3, 2011
Happy new year!!
Start the post with a massive cliche but it's what you say at new years so happy new year to nobody who reads this, wishing peace, love and harmony to all.
Actually my new year didn't have the most auspicious start. Went out to a club in my hometown and met up with friends, got completely anhiliated and wondered off with my new friend and my ex boyfriend at the end of the night leaving old friend (in time known, not age) to make her own way home. In all fairness I did text her to say come and find us cos I was proper wasted but she was drunk and emotional and told me that our friendship is over. Sad times. I know in real life I come across as not caring too much about this but it was actually pretty hurtful that she said that I was using her as I needed somewhere to stay. I mean obviously I needed somewhere to stay but would anyone pretend to be friends with someone for, what, a year and half just so they could crash at their house on new years eve?
I thought that's what friends did for each other but after apologising for any (unintentional) hurt caused apparentley there will be too much underlying resentment for us to be friends again. Her words not mine. So looks like I'm down two friends this year (her boyf is obviously going to take her side as well he should).
What about the ex I hear you ask?
Well voices in my head that is an excellent question; what about the ex? I get the impression that he would like to get back together and I have no idea if that is what I want at all. Admittedly I have been a bit of a cow bag and confused the issue slightly by ending up in his bed but do I really want to go backwards? Ok I admit these are just rhetorical questions and I actually do know the answer; No but sometimes it's nice to know that someone out there really cares for you and at what point do you say "ok, the love of my life has been delayed or he's just not coming so I'm going to give up waiting for him and settle for a nice man, a kind man. One who is not likely to bugger off with the neighbours dog walker or turn into a crazy stalker and ask to move in with you five minutes after you got together"
The crazy sunshine and roses part of me says never! You never stop waiting for your happy ever after. You never settle for second best and that everyone deserves to be with their true love (ok that was very disneyish but you know what I mean).
But then the monster in my head says actually there is no such thing as true love, you meet someone you can actually tolerate seeing everyday and stick with that person as that is the best it's going to get.
*sigh*
Maybe shouldn't blog when hungover- very meloncholy.
Good times though, I got a lovely new (reconditioned) laptop from the parentals for christmas so as soon as I pay my phone bill I can be hooked up to the magical webbernet once more and start talking to the people in my computer again yay!
Also it is much easier to blog when the notion gets you than trying to remember what you were going to say the next time you manage to get to a computer although I will run the risk of divulging the true depth of crazy if I start writing after a bottle of wine whilst feeling lonely and bored.
Farewell peeps and once again a happy new year
x
Actually my new year didn't have the most auspicious start. Went out to a club in my hometown and met up with friends, got completely anhiliated and wondered off with my new friend and my ex boyfriend at the end of the night leaving old friend (in time known, not age) to make her own way home. In all fairness I did text her to say come and find us cos I was proper wasted but she was drunk and emotional and told me that our friendship is over. Sad times. I know in real life I come across as not caring too much about this but it was actually pretty hurtful that she said that I was using her as I needed somewhere to stay. I mean obviously I needed somewhere to stay but would anyone pretend to be friends with someone for, what, a year and half just so they could crash at their house on new years eve?
I thought that's what friends did for each other but after apologising for any (unintentional) hurt caused apparentley there will be too much underlying resentment for us to be friends again. Her words not mine. So looks like I'm down two friends this year (her boyf is obviously going to take her side as well he should).
What about the ex I hear you ask?
Well voices in my head that is an excellent question; what about the ex? I get the impression that he would like to get back together and I have no idea if that is what I want at all. Admittedly I have been a bit of a cow bag and confused the issue slightly by ending up in his bed but do I really want to go backwards? Ok I admit these are just rhetorical questions and I actually do know the answer; No but sometimes it's nice to know that someone out there really cares for you and at what point do you say "ok, the love of my life has been delayed or he's just not coming so I'm going to give up waiting for him and settle for a nice man, a kind man. One who is not likely to bugger off with the neighbours dog walker or turn into a crazy stalker and ask to move in with you five minutes after you got together"
The crazy sunshine and roses part of me says never! You never stop waiting for your happy ever after. You never settle for second best and that everyone deserves to be with their true love (ok that was very disneyish but you know what I mean).
But then the monster in my head says actually there is no such thing as true love, you meet someone you can actually tolerate seeing everyday and stick with that person as that is the best it's going to get.
*sigh*
Maybe shouldn't blog when hungover- very meloncholy.
Good times though, I got a lovely new (reconditioned) laptop from the parentals for christmas so as soon as I pay my phone bill I can be hooked up to the magical webbernet once more and start talking to the people in my computer again yay!
Also it is much easier to blog when the notion gets you than trying to remember what you were going to say the next time you manage to get to a computer although I will run the risk of divulging the true depth of crazy if I start writing after a bottle of wine whilst feeling lonely and bored.
Farewell peeps and once again a happy new year
x
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