Read my Poker face

Listening to: KOL - Revelry

Now at home for Easter - pretty much all the unpacking ive achieved so far...

A came down to my end of the country on Friday night, first time she's actually seen my university city and my house. She was feeling pretty cruddy with a virus, probably due to the epicness of the weekend. Recovery has never been that sweet to her. Was a right laugh though as i bundled her into my local pub, the Old Firehouse, and got some wine down her neck- always the best medicine...probably...

The Old Firehouse is a dark cosy three tiered pub with old wooden benches which will snag your tights and probably give you splinters if you decided to slide around on your seat. Thick warped tables with wax dribbled wine bottles providing candlelight- the only other light source apart from a couple of random strands of fairy lights- perfection.

Perfect for a date, or to get hammered with friends (or family in this case) on wine for a fiver! We had a good sisterly catch up/drunken ramble since the party wasn't really the time/place for such things, and i got mistaken for Lily Allen by a drunken local (called 'Hagrid' due to his resemblance to the Harry Potter character- hot stuff i do believe...). As he was too drunk to be served, he pressed a wad of change in my hand to get 'a couple of pints of cider', which was definitely a slice of fried gold... until he asked for me to sing for him....cue me grabbing my pints, flash a sweet smile, and running for my life!

Disclaimer: i look nothing like the above photograph... i do love lily though!

Some tattooed dudes sitting next to us upstairs clocked our piercings and tattoos and began talking loudly about girls and shagging and 'wild adventures'... sure thing guys, I'm sure you are really cool but keep it to yourself. Managed to con a slice of pizza from them (toll for us having to move for them to leave/go to the loo) but then kindly rejected their alluring invite of meeting us in a club.

Soon we had to stumble home for ice cream and stolen Chomp bars....

New Tattoo: less scabby, more pretty

Born free, and then caged

Listening to: Incubus - Love hurts

OK, yesterday trapped inside the library while the cold sun blazed down on the slackers smoking fags and eating baguettes outside. Lucky bastards. Thought i was literally going blind from tiredness but to avoid the imminent comedown, i had to just plough through some crazy theological religious crap which i don't even know is relevant. Panic is coursing through my body since my tutor decided this Easter was a wondrous time to go to Libia...for 3 weeks. Thanks a crap load.


I got inked today again. I'd been wanting to wear a heart tattoo on my sleeve, ahem, i mean wrist, for a while and finally got my act together, now causing a mass lust for tatts in my house. Tattoos are addictive and can lure others into its web. The stamp of individualism is always attractive, and not to mention freaking HOT, i do love a decorated man!
My other tattoo doesn't have a meaning, but this one is special. Have you ever found yourself shielding your feelings? Putting up a front to guard what you really feel? This is a nasty habit of mine that has caused more anguish and pain, which is more hassle than taking the risk of opening up. Giving over to venerability, taking the chance of being humiliated or shot down... hence the tatt to remind myself to wear my heart on my sleeve... cheesy? perhaps... Necessary? i like to think so.

But anyway, I'd put a photo up of it but its a little swollen so I'll give it a couple of days.