Saturday, 31 December 2011

baby sitting on newyears fun fun!!

 so most people are out partying right now but oh no not me, im sat at home with my 2 cousins and my neice babysitting (how fun is that) to be honest i did get paid  £20 for this ... so its all good and i now have a mission for the next going with my baby sitting money and wages from work and am going to invest in a "I <3 Dinosaurs" hoodie...i know right! how exciting is that ...i litrally cannot contain my sure my mother will love it ;)

so instead of getting drunk, im blogging and texting Spamuel <3 so its not all bad i parents and 2 aunties and uncles are bound to come home full of alcohol caused merryment ;) and i have to stay sober...well relativly i guess hmmmm bacardi? no one will know i guess :P

my christmas holidays have been spent eventfully i guess, ive spent most days with the most wonderful person i think i know :P

and anyways its not thaaaaat bad cause i guess i have just spent the last hour or so obsessivly playing plants vs vombies (whos a cool 16 year old huh) teheheh im so special...

now for a song :

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless
That should send me runnin'
But I kinda know that I won't get far
And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see
What I was thinking of
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

My mind forgets to remind me
You're a bad idea
You touch me once and it's really something,
You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world
But with you I know it's no good
And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would...

Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.
Lead me up the staircase
Won't you whisper soft and slow?
I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show.
Drop everything now,
Meet me in the pouring rain,
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
Take away the pain
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.
Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around
'cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

The sparks fly...
Oh, baby, smile...
The sparks fly...

thank you once again Taylor Swift for an amazing song that sums up how i feel <3

happy new year :)

Gecky xx

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Elvis isnt dead cause i heard him on the radio...

So maybe i did get a chance to blog before Christmas (A) 3 days to go :D I'm so excited its unreal...

the reason for this blog is a request that i am yet to commit to :)

so referring back to my previous blog "new start :)" i would like to point out where i said i wanted to know at least 2 new people by the end of the first day...and indeed i do know 2 new people... and not only am i acquaintance's with said people but one of the 2 seems to have become my best friend. Spam...hmm where can i begin? i do often find myself asking myself "why the hell is this boy my friend?" because he is utterly insane, but who am i to talk, cause I'm not exactly normal myself...but when i think about it i realise yeh he does terrarise me by poking me in the ribs several times a day much to my displeasure, and he does talk about tai boxing ALL the time,  and wishes he was elvis (hence the title) but for the majority  of the time he is lovely. i guess he has his moments which make me realise that deep down he is a big softy ;) which he would never admit to but i know its true ;) tehehehe... but strangely within a week or 2 this boy was hanging round with us and now me and him are practically inseperable, and always manage to have a good laugh together. So my rant (in the blog "my lifestyle's terribly wild but you'll never catch me on the Jeremy Kyle show" )was originally meant to be about Spam (not as in email spam or that processed meat shiz-YUCK) but my friend: the rant was going to be a joke ovbiously but lets be honest i just couldnt think of enough bad points to say about my Spamuel :') so here is to Spam, who as annoying and frustraiting and he is has somehow managed to become my bestfriend (A)

always look on the bright side of life :D

Gecky xx

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

My lifestyle's terribly wild, but you'll never catch me on the Jeremy Kyle show...

4 days till Christmas 2011 :) must admit for a 16 year old maybe i am a tad over excited

as for the title that would be Traktor...the Ed Sheeran cover is beaut :')  and i must say I'm a little bit addicted to it :) (tehehehe)

but i in fact just wanted to write a rant, why i don't even know...maybe its because English students have had to write a rant and i was jealous and Ive been looking for inspiration for a decent, heart felt rant for about 2 weeks now and you know what...nothing, i cant think of anything to write about which actually coincidentally gives me a good idea for a rant so here goes...

so whats the deal with writers block, ive seached for weeks for a decent topic and ive come up with none, not one single idea in 14 whole days , what is the deal with that? i dont understand. Writers block appears to be the down fall of any form of creative writing that forms in my brain, i'll be there writing away happily as the ideas flow from my mind onto the paper via the ink that is within my pen, and then suddenly, catastophy strikes and my mind goes completely blank and the words will not flow and i'll be mid sentence and will no longer be able to think of a single word to write down, my pen stops writing and i stop to think and this goes on for some time and nothing will happen. its as if a huge brick wall has formed in my mind...on one side if the door there is me, the creative writer stuck for words and on the other side are all my ideas, the fantastic characters for a story, the inspiration for a good blog post or words that rhyme in order to write a poem...and no matter how hard i try i cant get to the other side in order to get to the ideas that i need to continue.

The fact is, creative writing appears to be my strong point as long as writers block does strike me. so i'll be sat there in lesson and i really should be listening to the teacher, who takes there time to stand in front of me and tell me all about the subject, and you know what happens to me, the perfect story or poem will come into my head and i'll just have to write it down and the words will flow and flow, but when i want to write something because im bored the first hurdel i come to is thinging of something to write about and i never can, and it drives me crazy, really grids my gears, drives me around the bend.

Writers whats the deffinition, its said to be a temporary psychological inability to begin or continue work on a piece of writing, but if you ask me...all writes block really annoying... why must it strike at the most unfortunate times, when i have an essay due in the next day or during an english exam... i guess exams are the worst... looking around and seeing that everyone is frantically scribbling away with their stories and essays and im just sat there staring at the paper thinking "" my mind goes blank and i find myself facing my old nemisis...that million foot brick wall, i could try to climb it...but that would be hopeless, there is no way around it so i guess the only way is to sit and stare at the bricks and hope that  they will magically disolve and let me join in the frantic scribbling of pens on paper, the beginning of a story, them last words to perfectly round off an essay. the finishing sentence to a blog post that will complete it and make it magnificant but i can never quite find the words, i know they are there, just over that wall but can never reach them until the last minute and have to quickly write every thought down as it comes into my head before it leaves.

and another thing...oh, i cant seem to find the words, and i find myself staring at that all too familiar wall...brilliant! just as i get into my stide it hits just now, Sigh...writers block, will i ever get the last word?

if i dont blog before hand...have a good christmas bloggers <3

Gecky xx

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Ray Mears

^ this seems to be my latest nick name :L and its all started on wednesday the 30th of november 2011... the day of the strike, yeh i got the day of college (what a shame) and most people seemed to have had nice relaxing days which consist of a long lie in and the a shopping trip or off to the cinema...then there is me, who decided to walk 6 miles to meet a friend...

why you think? and you know what im currently wondering the exact same thing...i mean i had a pretty epic day but i had to walk 6 miles and when i got there i was tired, hungry and my feet hurt,and all i wanted to do was chill out, "the boy" however had differnet plans that for some reason included climbing up a HUGE hill, crossing a narrow pipe across a small river and then climbing over some barbed wire followed by some rather steep steps...oh the joy, not to mention the fact that my trainers which were brilliantly white and new got covered in mud, then again as i fore mentioned i did have a brilliant day and i now want a cardboard horse :P a Ray mears diary entry followes:

Day 8: its so cold...i cant feel my toes
Day 9: had to saw my toes off with my zip...frostbite
Day 14: had to eat a small child today how long can this go on?
Day 15: had to eat "the boy" and now there is no point in living *jumps in canal*
Day 18 : i saw a bright light in the canal water...turned out to be Ed Sheerans hair
Day 19: he pulled me to safety
Day 20: thats when i realised i was in my garden and have been the whole time

yeh that is pretty much the end of my Ray Mears story...

an apple a day keeps the doctor away :P

Gecky xx