THE TALES OF LIVING

Glittercore

Thursday Night Was A Mad Glittercore Glitter Ball At The Bathhouse

The Bar

Peaches as DJ

Wah! Nails done

Peaches as mental

It has happen. I have packed my bags and moved to London!

At the moment I am living at a friends house in the North West but on Monday I am moving into a flatshare in the North East. I have enrolment for Uni in the North East as well, hence why I am moving there.

I've found two friends so far K. and N., which feel really good. K. is a girl who's taking the same course as I at Uni and N. is a guy from Bristol (close to it, at least).

I meet N. at a viewing of a room in a flatshare (which I won't be moving into). He was actually moving out from that flatshare. But we got on really well and went out for drinks a couple of nights ago.

What I have realized about London so far.

Since I've travelled a lot on public transport to view rooms and get to other important meetings. I've come to some realizations about people on public transport (mainly the tube).
1.) People holding newspapers in really weird ways
They scrunch up the leafs of the paper they've read as they wear holding onto them as one would hold onto a life raft in the middle of a stormy sea, leaving the already read leafs in a state beyond recognition.

2.)Businessmen in suits with mobile phone games.
They sit with their fancy phones and suits, acting all business. But a simple glance at their phones and you'll find that their are really just playing games on their phones. The most popular seems to be either golf or action type games.

Just Like Me

C. visited me over the weekend. It was really nice to be able to show off my City, which I now know I'm deeply in love with. It was nice to have an other person around, who makes me laugh and who's company I adore.

I still think about how things ended off with The Boy, I know that it will take a lot of time before all the emotions to simmer down. However, I've locked them aside in a dark coner of my heart. He do no longer have a say in my life. I still need to remind myslef that "You Don't Get To Break My Heart And Still Hold My Hand When I'm Crying"
It just doesn't work that way. Eventhough The Boy probably is the person who know me best, naturally the person best equipped to comfort me when I'm sad, it would be too heartbreaking and also very confusing. To have someone who has just hurt you, try to make you feel all better again.

I'm still feeling rather mixed up about it, now that the news have a few weeks on their neck I reckon it's time to meet up again and get some answers. I feel like I need about a table spoon more of closure for my recipe called 'Mending a broken heart'

At least I've got work and The Big Move to keep my mind off things.

Out Of The Blue

I've realized a wound on my back, it's about 2 inches long and a half inch wide. And I Have No Idea Where It Came From.
Utterly bizarre...
It looks a bit like a burn mark, but I can't for the life of me figure out in situation it could have been created.
It's like that scar about an inch long and very thin, that I found a couple of years ago on my leg and have no idea what situation would have created such a visible and clear scar.

"Do you ever hear things that aren't really there?"

Is there anyone else have experience similar incidents or is this, a for me, isolated phenomenon?

Trapped in Strawberry Fields

I've just realized that I'm going to be trapped on the countryside for 24 more hours than what I expected. Kill Me Now.
Plus my trip to the city has been shortened by the same amount of time (after that I have to return to the countryside). But I guess that's just typical - you always wish you were at the place which you aren't.

And as you all know, I'm not the biggest fan of the countryside. So realizing that I'm not leaving here on Sunday evening, but on Monday afternoon is absolutely devastating.

Let me take you down,
'Cos I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.

The End Of The Beginning

I've just gotten back from a music festival and I feel completely exhausted both physically and mentally. I saw loads of band and had a wicked time, still a piece of the puzzle is missing - which will be gone forever.
The Boy and I, broke things off after two and a half years of a lovely relationship. It feels rather surreal. Single - Me? I don't even know how that works, what am I supposed to do?
I knew that this day was coming, since none of us wanted a long distance relationship and The Big Move is in the autumn. I just thought we would have some lovely summer months left - but I guess not.

The worst part of it all was that we planned to go to the music festival together and I still had ride up to the festival in his van with his friends - who where asking question about how The Boy and I know each other. Let me tell you it was really comfortable and not at all heartbreaking.
I just thank heaven,that I met a really nice guy at the festival (he's from the Capital of Sweden, so let's call him 'C'). C and I have the exact same taste in music, he even likes the bands that I like but that The Boy used to hate. So at least I had someone who went to all the gigs with me and who I could laugh with.
The worst part of it all was that I completely broke down during Enjoy the Silence (Depeche Mode played at the festival) since it used to be 'our' song.

At the moment I'm in the apartment all by myself and it's all very empty and sad.
I promise I'll try and cheer up soon.