Friday, 28 January 2011

ZUMBA, HITLER LADIES, NEW BF, AND THE DEATH OF MY OWN BODY.

Hello my faithful, and very patient followers!
sorry it's been a little while since my last blog, i've been a bit distracted.
oh. and I've met someone....
:)
ugh. that's lame.
at least it's not :D:D:D:D:D:D LUFFIN MA BBZ BOI 4 LYF.
I think i'd kill myself if that was the case. Saying that, if i spoke like that, life would be wasted on me anyway.
okay, so a few things have changed since my last blog, after a long and actually quite deep conversation with my mother, (Which is rare in itself) it's come to our attention, that i actually dislike the concept of uni, and the fiancial circumstances aren't worth the money i'm spending on it, and so i'm following my dream and am in the middle of applying for jobs on cruise ships and ferries. i travelled last summer, and i like being away, i like the living out of a suitcase life. i like being on my own. doing my own thing
Mum has of course been adding her hippy view on it, and has been encouraging me to do it. which is good. :) but i'm still considering other things like air hostesses, after checking the requirements, you no longer need to be a giraffe lady. which is good news for me. and am seriously considering it. it's difficult to get into, but i think i'd love it, i'd definitely prefer it to anything else.or an au pair, my language skills are okay,
but it's annoying finally feeling slightly settled here friend wise, and then i decide to leave.
Never minddd :)
I've been wanting to write here for ages, it's been what? two weeks? that's terrible.
But i just haven't felt up to writing here. nothing i'm really doing is worth talking about. I swear lately my body and mind have been dying on me slowly, and i've spent most of the last two weeks in bed in agony, which of course doesn't put you in the best of moods which results is an endless circle. i tried to get my body to work and go to a zumba class. YES ZUMBA. what is this you ask? well mes petits amis.. it is a latino esque dance, with a little belly dancing, african dancing, and a lot of shaking what your mumma gave  ya ;)... to ricky martin.
we made complete fools out of ourselves, and was nice to spend girly time laughing, which i swear i don't do a lot of here. then we went to aqua aerobics the next day with the hilter reincarnation in a old ladys body, and on thursday i was definitely feeling the "burn" aka "the death of laura-janes body."
I should probably at least give the new man a mention...he's a musican, i can't resist, he sounds like john mayer. but better. let's just say.
start of relationship = good food, good music, good sex.
sorted.
lets move on.
or stop.
OH MY GOD. time travellers wife.
I've been reading it religiously whilst in bed, and i love it.
i love it more than i've loved anything.
So i'm going back to that now.
slaters.
or Ciao.
xxxxx

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