the floor.

Strewn with clothes and shoes and hangers, and weekend bags and suitcases. This can mean only one thing. ONE WEEK LEFT. As I have been so frequently reminded this weekend, I have only one week until I venture southward to London and back to university and all its splendour. However, this means I have to pack all my clothes into bags, which, as Auntie Janet and Uncle Don are karting my stuff down on Sunday, needs to be as neat as possible and probably in as least bags as possible. Luckily I have a mother who is currently allowing me to sit on my bed and type on my blog while she shows me a top and asks whether I wish to take it. Now I know for a fact that she will pack as I am perfectly incapable of that task, and she knows this and will therefore want to do it. All I have to do is remind her that there are clothes in the wash I DEFINITELY want to take, clothes I am wearing that I want to take and pack my bags for when I train it on Saturday. I have it quite easy I'd say.

Actually I might just get her to do it. ALL OF IT.

end of summer

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As you can see, I go to A LOT of fancy dress parties.

i heart sunday

My alarm buzzes and I wake up from a rather good sleep and rub my eyes. I lie there for a moment to think about the dream I just had. I remember that I had decided to make mum a mug of tea before we go to Church Breakfast. I make the cup of tea and proceed to read my book while drinking tea with mum. We get dressed and head off to church for breakfast. As usual, breakfast at church is brilliant and to top it all off? My family are there: Granny, Mum, Auntie Janet and Uncle Don. After that, we go to do young church and teach the younger children about the story of creation and how God created the Earth. I teach them a song from Holiday Club, and I feel happy again. After church, I wait for Laura and Amy to come to see me for my birthday, even though it isn't until Thursday. As I wait outside on the trampoline, I perform my yoga moves I learnt at university, and as the sun warms my back, I hear the doorbell ring. Laura and Amy give me a gift, pyjamas and leggings, and we talk about all the things teenage girls are supposed to talk about together. Before they leave, I remember that this will be the last time I see them before I come home at Christmas, and I get sentimental. I don't cry, I just miss them already. Then my cousin, Sammy, and her boyfriend Matt came round and brought me a present; not to be opened until September 9th. I am also lucky enough to receive a visit from her brother, Andrew, my cousin who lives in London and works at The Ritz, who I get to see ONLY when I am at university now. And that is why today, I LOVE SUNDAY.

tomorrow.

like soon. always tomorrow, but at least it is a little bit closer :) It still doesn't stop me being so excited that the minutes go by THAT slowly, each one might as well be an hour. But seeing as though I will be sleeping the MOST of my wait for tomorrow, and the rest of it typing this blog or watching One Tree Hill, which, although both things are actually a little bit enjoyable, when the particular episode is seeming to go slower than life anyway, it doesn't really help. I might just go to sleep now. But you know how One Tree Hill is one for dreams? I wish I had one I wanted as much as these characters do. In fact, I do. I really want to be a teacher, a really good one. That's my dream. I just don't seem to be helping it along very well lately. I need to buck my ideas up this year. Update soon. God, soon again. Pft.

House Party? Pah.

So the house part last night was not so great. I planted the idea of having my birthday just in Altrincham, local town, easy to get home, cheaper and stuff, you know? But my friends were very stand-offish and so the party at Fordy's ended up a little... well boring to say the least. And everyone kept falling out so Emily and I were a bit annoyed and just wanted to come back to mine and sleep. So we ordered pizza. Then went home.

House parties? Not so great.

sooonnnn!

a lot of things.

soon this soon that. - why is it never now?
SOON mum will be home and I can get my food.
SOON Emily will be here and we can go to the party.
SOON it will be Saturday and Laura and Amy will come.
SOON it will be Tuesday and I can fetch Cassie and Craig from the coach station.
SOON it will be Thursday and I'll be 20
SOON I will be back at university away from my family.
SOON I will be able to see Iran and have fun with him again.

Why am I so exited for SOON. Why can't I be excited for NOW?

Or at least not be bored out of my ACTUAL MIND.