Lost in the artic tundra

Kissss meeeeeeeeeee

Wed, 21 May 2008 14:09:42 +0200

It's a song I seem to have on replay recently, the New Found Glory version, not the sixpence version, there's guitars involved and lot's of drum banging, so it's cooler -clearly.

Summer is officially here, Ok we had a dreary rainy weekend, but I like to see that as the world washing itself, must have been awfully sweaty after such harsh amounts of sunlight.

I'm off to a gay bar tonight, not just any gay bar a Gay Bar, capital letters you see, they make it seem more important and more of a pressing issue. I've been to one before but only on a student night because £8 + free drinks all night leads to a higher ratio of straight people than gay. But this one is meant to be the real deal, whips, chains, collers the full shabang. Now don't get me wrong I have nothing against the homosexual (DEVIOUS FIENDS)

Boys/guys/fellas/men what ever you want to call them are probably the most confusing creatures on the planet, the whole does he/doesn't he want me routine is tiring and I'm growing tired of it, I wish sometimes people would say how they honestly feel, regardless of the consequences..... Meh Im entering some serious emo slash happy grounds here aren't I?

So tally ho, I shall go enjoy the sun whilst it's still here!

the picture wont work >.< PLEASE FOLLOW LINK FOR LOVELY FIELDINGNESS http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2008/04/fieldingborrelREX_450x350.jpg

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How time flies

Fri, 02 May 2008 22:31:29 +0200

Such a cliche saying I know, but oh so true, I didn't realise how quickly time really has gone since I last made a blog. That's how life seems to be going now, I wake up live go to sleep and repeat. However as dreary and monotonous as that sounds it's pretty amazing I'm making sure I do something new everyday. I'm enjoying the fact summer is coming, I stick my head phones in on the way to college and I just get lost in my my own thoughts and imaginations and I quite like it there.

However....there are two evil women that are currently casting shadows over my life. Women A= Diane Lees one of my english teachers, the other Xena X I don't know her surname but XX seem's like a good name for her. They are both similar in looks, squashed piggy eyes and that old people hair style that recently a lot of boys seem to be sporting and trying to cast it off as "indie". I have come to a conclusion Im either really unlikable or they are both satans love children as Ive never known more manipulative cruel old bags, im counting down the days till I finish both college and my one job so I can tell them to get fucked. Talking of which I doubt I'm the first person to notice this but it made me LOL

Life's super busy at the moment, sorting uni stuff is stressing me out no end sometimes I feel like just banging my head off a window, or getting a job at Somerfield but Im sure they would both end up in disaster and a very boring life.

On a side note, im off to watch the mighty boosh in december so will be in the same room as Noely, if I don't collapse or get arrested from trying to grap him many a time I will take many pictures for this said blog but for now net pics will have to suffice!

Over and out <3 xx
Talie

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Confused confusion

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 15:23:45 +0100

I've been putting off writing a blog for a while, purely because the fear of self admittance is a daunting one, one where you realise people you thought were awesome turn out to be not so great and you can't help but feel a little crushed.

I wrote a few weeks ago about how I was going out with said awesome people, only to be let down by them so many times in one weekend...left to be a spare tyre, left for their own sexual desires, alienated by those I called best friends. And it's continued to happen, I found out yesterday that two of my so called "best friends" had visited birmingham to see their "b/fs" both of which I introduced them to, and found out they had purposely kept it hush from me, there isn't much more soul destroying than learning those you put faith into and love would intentionally hurt you for such basic desires. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying when it happened when I learnt the truth.

I have with that aside had a good few weeks, I finally got accepted into Glasgow Caledonian universty which means come septemeber Ill packing all my belongings in a red polka dot hankerchief, tying it to a stick and hopfooting up north.

I spent last night with my two best friends basically drinking and spazzing about to karaoke songs, and seranding our rather big nosed friend down the phone ........."She's a livin a vida loca" etc..

Im going to keep this more updated now Ive emerged like a butterfly from my emo stage

Peace out Talie xx
NOELY PIC:

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"I could hear it from the bottom of the street"

Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:48:21 +0100

Why do parents say things like this? My mum did last night, she thumped on my door crazed like a FBI member seeking some sort of taliban fugitive. I was scared to say the least and asked what was up, "TURN YOUR F*UCKING TV DOWN, CAN HEAR IT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE STREET" Sureeeeeeee she could, exageration much?

Im currently watching Russell Brands Ponderland, how amazing is this man btw?

^There's a photo for you, just because Im nice like that, and I like to stare at him....lots.

Today was another of those mudane, listful days of waking up/college/work/laptop/food/ those ones you dont really want to know about because basically they are crap.

Do you have one of those friends, that are brutally honest and a little harsh? But you've been friends for years so the desire to scream PISS OFF at them doesnt quite make it from thought to reality? I have one of them, known her since year 7 (that's aged 11 for anyone who doesnt use the same system as my schooling) and we now work together along with my best friend...she drives so I kindly offered to donate a tenner a month to the petrol fund, its only a ten minute drive so I felt that suffiecient enough and my friend did the same. It was all hunky dory, (though being a money grabber the way I am I did begrudge handing in a whole ten pounds, the queens face glaring at me as if im some tratiorous beast trading her in for diddly squat.) until she turns round as says she needs an extra ten pound-each. Queue previously mentioned PISS OFF thought process.....Bloody loan shark taxi driver.

At the moment Im just outta the shower- VERY behind schedule. In preparation for a weekend of sex drugs and rock and roll. Well really just rock and roll, Im just like a nun you see *hides huge amounts of porn and herion* < Disclaimer: The previous comment is not true, Im totally 87% innocent. The weekend shall be booze filled and I shall be spending it with some of the most amazing people on the world, three of which are travelling down from Scotland, 1 from Essex, 1 from Yorkshire and 1 from Manchester. I rarely get to see them as we all live so far away, so im in preparation for an absolutley fantastic weekend....Ill probably plough u all with pictures......Or only 2 blogs in am I not famous enough just to fill u with drunken pictures in hope u return?

As a final thought *rubs hands in glea*
"badhairdaysmakeyoustronger [Member]
2008-02-21 @ 18:56

Well, I'm coming back for the pictures.
Not that I know who the guy is(it's a guy, right?) but I like his aura. Yes, that's why I'll be coming back." HA! HA! HA! my plan worked

So here it is.....the pic of the day of the fantastically beautiful Noel Fielding <3 ... (from a BBC3 comedey called The Mighty Boosh and a stand up comedian for anyone else who doesnt know who he is"

Talie xxxX

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The Beginning of the end

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 01:16:54 +0100

I suppose this is it, that first post that makes you either turn around clutching your pants and running in the opposite direction or that one makes you continue to munch on those ever present Jaffa Cakes and continue to read the drivel I have imposed upon your computer screen.....Hopefully for my sake (and maybe your's whos to know yet Its the latter)

Im not entirely sure as to why it is im writing this, probably as Im too lazy to pick up a pen and find the diary keys to my Tinkerbell diary (Yes I still have an obsession for cutesy girly Disney princess stuff - Because of that very deep dark confession I shall need to add lashings more of emo esque eye liner and rock out to Biffy Clyro)

Sooooo In good old style, lets start this with a proper good old fashioned diary way....

Today I went to college, My head of year Samantha Smith (beast of a woman she is big fat arse and ever present facial hair) decided to sit me down and have a one-to-one these are both rather indimidating yet extremley comical in the same notion. She asked me a few deep questions (I think she would have a propped a bed for me to lean back on a digress my inner soul if it wasnt for the fact I was tapping my feet with dire desperation to escape her tomb office)expressed how she has such great hopes for me then tells me how I appear cocky - and that's not a good trait in anyone - especially a young adult, she highlighted YOUNG adult a hundred times, just to make sure I had established she was addressing me as an adult and not as a child but still with that same ME>YOU notion attached to the hierachy of school and staff. After Id scarped from her office converse laces trailing too scared to stop incase she imposed herself onto me again (I think she may have lesbian tendecies she licks her lips a lot when speaking to females, either that or she's a cannibal and has a taste for the good old XX chromosones)....

After the drone that is college (same old same old) I trudged home with a friend of mine called Clif, he's notorious round these parts, (Id probably be shot if it was discovered I was divuldging that I knew him and his dodgy doings on an online website - Oh well we all must live dangerously!) But yes he is a dodgy fellow, not in the quaint moustache eye patch and floor length mac kinda dodgy, more in the supplying acid and E to companions on the side way. After he left me on my door step in a polite gentleman fashion I bickered with my mum for a bit, we do that a lot nowadays its tiresome and boring and Ive resorted to reciting mighty boosh crimps in my head when she does this just to make them pass quicker.
Afterwards descent upon laptop was necessary, think i have a slight addiction to the net, but Ive not been made aware of IA (Interent Anon) meetings yet, so for the time being Ill just pretend its "normal"*

I only have the luxury of an hours break before I have to goto work with the wicked witch of the west midlands that is Xena (dont know her last name) headcleaner at my evening job, she hates me as I have a higher IQ level than her, don't speak like a farmer, and won't still be cleaning when Im 70, so she tries to make my life as tough as possible, so the ear phones go in and the simon james and hill Kerrang show helps me escape to monotounous hours of Vacing, collecting cups, scrubbing toilets and emptying sacks (the plastic kind, not the rude kind prostitutes help dispose off)

Then to Laptop land i go again - until I stumbled upon this very site....of which I am now...and shall therefore leave for the night

I realise I have just basically given you a crap receipt of my day which unfortunatly doesnt have a 16 day gurantee on it which means Ha you cant take it back....Im like Dr Evil, a planner of evil deeds only slightly less bald, and without a midget doppleganger...so not very like him at all really.

And as a way to encite you back, heres a drop dead gorgeous picture of Noel Fielding, I shall include one everyday....its my genius way of making you return

Au Reviour

Talie xxxX

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