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Forgive and Forget.

not even two weeks

So much has happened. I spoke to Charlie. I even told her about this blog, which no one except Cassie knows about. I was talking to her for FOUR HOURS about, well, everything. Everything that I have been sad about or happy about or thinking about since getting back to university in September. And that's a LOT of thought, let me tell you. The average person would probably not have had as many thoughts, I however, had just under four hours worth. After sorting out the mess with our friendship. Which surprisingly took no time at all. As soon as she opened the door and said 'Hi, come in', it was pretty much sorted. We just went over some of the finer details for a short while. Unfortunately MOST of my thoughts this term have been not of the happy variety, but those which have, seemed to enthrall Charlie and we laughed about them and we discussed certain possibilities. I talk of course, about Iran, the boy which I am so infatuated with. I can't even decide why. The bad stuff? Well I didn't discuss it all - some of it is not okay to share, but that which I did share, she helped me decide on a route I should take to deal with the matter, and has been helping me since. Friendship reigns.

I had a date with Grace yesterday. Not a love date. A friend date. She's my friend. It was, well hilari-i. And yes, that IS a word. It involved squirrels, leaves, chicken, and a small portion of the library. Not in that order, but nevertheless, it was great fun.

I realised just now, Cassie has not appeared in my blogs of recent. She is still and will be for a long while I feel (and hope), my best friend. She is one in a million, like a star, just... closer. We have so much fun together it just is hard for anyone else to understand, so I am not sure they understand our relationship. Which OK might be a little different because we see each other most days and nearly live in each others pockets, but I appreciate everything she does for me, and I hope she feels the same way about me. She also recently introduced me to her awesome friend Chris. He is, in a word, EPIC. As in, maybe the best male I have ever come across. I have only known him for about two moths and I really admire him, and respect him.

End of thought bubble. I have AMAZING friends. Right?

what a difference

I am still praying for Charlie. Praying she'll see that I have FINALLY come to my senses and I am hoping that after I talk to her, she will still regard me as one of her friends. If not, well... It will. I need to start looking on the bright side and start focusing on things I have rather than things I don't. I'll sort this out tomorrow and see what happens. God it better go well. Unfortunately, I'm not good at things like this.

not drinking

worked out fine on Friday. Which is good, because it is the path I am taking now. Unfortunately Charlie is down at the moment and I can't speak to her about it because I haven't seen her since Friday. OK, so it's not a lifetime, but when I am used to a daily basis... it is. Hopefully I will see her this week and be able to make sure she is alright. Bless her. I pray she is because I am worrier and she my second worry at the moment.



My main worry is Andrew. My amazing cousin who works at the Ritz, London, but they're working him too hard and he has to hand in his notice. And he has been losing weight because of them. At least he is going to live back at home with Auntie Janet, his mum and Uncle Don, his step-dad - two of the most caring people I know and obviously what he needs right now. And he will be at home for Christmas.

At least I am looking on the bright side again :D

drinking alcohol

or not.

either way, that's my life.

and at the moment, i am riding the not bandwagon.

Being Different

This is the response I made to an excellent blog I comment on religiously every month, because it is my way of contacting some people I know back home, and putting it in my own way, rather than it being passed through hundreds of middle men. Check out the blog - http://cafesundae.blogspot.com/
Personally, I think being different is a good thing. As discussed at Cafe Sundae last month, and in the blog, I think it is the 'special' differences inside each of us that determine what we make of ourselves. I mean, if I wasn't that little bit stupid and willing to do most things put in my face (mushy peas), would 'Tait Modern' have been fashioned? Probably not. I certainly wouldn't have ended up where I am now, sat on my bed typing away, glancing up at the MANY pictures I have on my wall. I'd like to add that in a considerable amount of these photos (37%) I am wearing fancy dress or have some form of face paint on. Now THAT'S Maths and Difference for you. I just hope God approves, or every Friday night when I dress up as something or another, I am letting the Christian side down. And just so you know, my most favourite dress up EVER was when I painted myself blue, dressed as a smurf and jumped in disgusting coloured pond. Sorry Mum. Difference - go for it.

Being Different

Personally, I think being different is a good thing. As discussed at Cafe Sundae last month, and in the blog, I think it is the 'special' differences inside each of us that determine what we make of ourselves. I mean, if I wasn't that little bit stupid and willing to do most things put in my face (mushy peas), would 'Tait Modern' have been fashioned? Probably not. I certainly wouldn't have ended up where I am now, sat on my bed typing away, glancing up at the MANY pictures I have on my wall. I'd like to add that in a considerable amount of these photos (37%) I am wearing fancy dress or have some form of face paint on. Now THAT'S Maths and Difference for you. I just hope God approves, or every Friday night when I dress up as something or another, I am letting the Christian side down. And just so you know, my most favourite dress up EVER was when I painted myself blue, dressed as a smurf and jumped in disgusting coloured pond. Sorry Mum. Difference - go for it.