The word lost has interesting connotations.

The dictionary defines it as follows....



Now, the ones I am most interested in, are numbers two and three.

Number two implies that there is a heavy possibility of being found. That instead of being gone indefinitely, it in fact is something that can be recovered easily. When I lose my keys, I don't instantly decide that its hopeless and run and get keys cut.

As the great band Scouting for Girls once said, 'I know I'm lost but I'm waiting to be found'.


There's always a way to recover anything.

Number three on the other hand, implies a misdirection. A path you've followed which took you the wrong way for a small amount of time.

The three hour detour my Father thought would be a detour, when In fact it just got us very lost.

We got where we wanted to go. It just took a while. We had to go off course to find the right course.

We got lost, and then we got there. We found our way.

Therefore, it would be logical to infer that we can find what is lost once more.




Don't give up hope. I'm always going to be here if ever you want me, and they'll be the same.

So Ebay is the online marketplace, a glorified technological car-boot sale with all the fortunate filters, and bargains like 99p socks you didn't actually need- they just were 99p, and so you had to buy them.

I discovered ebay a few months ago. Three, to be precise. I never used it, as my Dad had an account, and he insisted he should deal with ebay. Only getting him to agree to buy anything would take a week, by which time the item had ended and I'd have to repeat the cycle in finding it.

With my own pay cheque and ebay account though, it's been disastrous.I have spent, within the three months, £136, nearly all of which were presents for friends. Well, if there's a sealed version of something for a fiver worth thirty, I'm gonna buy it, aren't I?

Sigh. The problem seems to be my own competitive nature. After being beaten several times, I've become the master of 'sniping'- waiting until the last minute (at times like this, I do love my smart phone) before bidding, so anyone not doing similar has no chance of winning. If someone is doing the same, I engage in a mini-war, in which I pay over what I intended to, because I refuse to lose.

You can see where the issues lie, lets be honest.

If they're not, I usually get a nice bargain, which the postman resents as the poor guy has to carry so much stuff its unbelievable. No one wins. Bar me, and the people at Christmas. But currently, just me.

It amuses me at least, and really, that's all that matters.

DumdumDAHDUM.
DumdumDAHDAHDUMDUMDUM.
DumdumDAHDUM.
DumdumDAHDAHDUMDUMDUM.

Oh the joys of having an irritating tune stuck in my head. Have hum and see if it gets stuck in yours too.

SO, update for the day, my English Coursework is done! Huzzah! Well, first draft at least. I think it'll do okay actually, because I'm quite passionate about each of the authors I'm writing about. I'm just hoping I haven't babbled too much just because I like them so much :)

I don't have much to say today.

OH! I've begun to feel like a right snob, and I really hate it.
I try to get alot of my work done in school now, because it free's up my time to go out outside of school and enjoy myself. I used to doss in my free's and get by on last minute efforts, but now I'm trying to knuckle down and get myself in a good position for university. It means I spend alot of time focussed on some work in the common room, usually with headphones in. When I don't wear my headphones though, the conversations...throw me a little bit. Often its really rude or crude. Listening to the rudeness of a certain group, and the absurdity of them moving the room to best suit them, really bugged me. We began this year acting as a whole year group, and now we're back to the same old spiteful groups, pressured into one small room in which we all have to listen to each other. Its like putting a lid on a bubbling pot, I'm just waiting for something to go massively wrong in there.

Anyway. Uninteresting complaints, I shall try to think of some more interesting ones later.

Ummm.

It's not going well.

I used to plan blog posts, know exactly what I wanted to say. Now I just babble a bit. I don't have nearly as much to complain about because Daniel makes my life happy.

OH!

I know what I can talk about.

I really need to start taking care of my appearance more. I know I have the ability to scrape by looking okay, but often I roll out of bed exhausted, wash my hair and let it dry, go to school with glasses, curly hair and no make up.
I'm too tired to be bothered to put the effort in, and at the same time, I care only what Daniel thinks of me. He cares little about how I look, because the less time I spend in front of a mirror ignoring him, the more time I can spend with him. Or something about him liking me as I am. Or something.
Its reassuring, and happy, and lovely, and new, but at the same time I feel a bit guilty about being an eyesore :P I'll have to start putting the effort in for more people than just Daniel :L

Much love, for I am bored of babbling :)

I've only gone and decided to make a come back! YEAH! Check me out!

I'm in a rather good mood today. I am absolutely shattered from a very tiring day at work and a few migraines during the week,  but I'm pretty content!

I applied to UCAS finally. My choices stand at-
-Kent
-Christ Church Canterbury
-Leeds
-Sheffield
-Lancaster.

All of which are for Theology and English Literature combined honours. My dream would be to get into Kent, because their course combines English and American literature, but they're having issues with my Pre-U at the moment.

And considering I'm supposed to be calmer to have it all out of the way, I'm actually more worried now! My application is pretty weak, considering I technically have only two AS levels as I'm retaking Philosophy, and my Pre-U has no use just yet. If it's recognised at all that is!

I'm more worried about rejections. However, I have a plan for if I don't get in- I'll just work my way up through work for another year, and re-apply. It's genuinely not a worry for me, I love work, and its just putting it off for a year really.

What else?

Well I feel really comfortable and secure in my friends again. Took a while, but I'm there! I was surprised by how much I actually found solace in the people I work with. I genuinely have about three friends there I really wouldn't want to live without, and another ten I could easily and happily hang out with, and another ten (which is pretty much all of them), whom I love to bits and just need to know a little better.

I love that its Christmas and so we're getting new people. I feel all knowledgeable and happy to know that they're in the same position I was! I've made pretty good friendships with alot of them, which just makes me happy :)

I've also been surprised how much I enjoy game nights. I never minded watching them, so I enjoyed going anyway, but actually taking part now is epic. To go round the guys house, whether its Luke/Nick/Greg, or Jo/Zoey/Daniel, or Mark/Daniel, its something we genuinely have a laugh over. I know some people roll their eyes over xbox, but its just something to laugh at. Its more challenging and sociable (and fun), than watching a film for the time, and I'm damn competitive :P.

I have such happy times now. I love going out and doing random things I wouldn't have done before.

I just really need to get my butt back into gear when it comes to school. I really haven't the energy or the care to keep rolling out work I don't care about, even though I know I should!

Case in point, English coursework due Friday.

Not really anywhere near done.

Oooops....

But my blog is all new and pretty!

And there's a section on what Tom will do when he's prime minister :)

LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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