Me and my lovely girlfriend Francesca are lying in bed at the moment and I, at this moment in time am posting this blog and Francesca is playing a new mobile phone game I couldnt help but buy on the bus to uni today. We were talking about what it was like being at home and having everything we love so close to us. Our best friends who can never be replaced, our amazing parents and families and of course the place we still call home.
Thinking back to when we lived in burnham all I can think about is me constantly thinking; "I can't wait to leave this place" But now that I live in london (don't get me wrong, i love it here.), I realise that burnham-on-sea isnt so bad after all. Maybe its because its so easy to feel lonely in London because no one talks to each other on the tube or on the bus because everyone is so consumed by their "to do lists" and busy lives. What the hell, maybe I do miss the odd slightly insane, farmer talking old person telling me how lovely the weather is or unlike Londoners, people with smiles on their faces.
I guess it will always be, that the people my age who live there wanna leave as soon as possible and the people who have moved away miss it so much.
This is where I say how lucky I am because I moved here with some amazing people from where im from and have never left somerset completely behind because of the company.
Its just also fortunate that I happened to meet an amazing girl who lived 5 minutes from me in somerset and she lives in london to!!
anyway, my eyes sting and I need some sleep.
I might have no money and have a lucozade stain on my cream carpet but hey, at least I can fall asleep next to the person I love every night.
Its perfect.
Xx
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
The puddle puzzle.
Me and my friend Tom were walking out of university a few weeks ago, it was raining and I saw a puddle. I asked him a very serious question and this is how it went......................
Adam: Tom, see that puddle. If there was a pound coin in the middle of it and you wanted it but to get it you could not use your hands feet or any part of your body for that matter to get it. What methods would you us to acquire it.
Tom: Well I would use my monkey feet.
Adam: I said you can not use any part of your body to get it.
Tom: hmmm.........well next time make your question and methods more clear and I will not make stupid mistakes like that.
Adam: OK mate, sorry about that.
Tom: What I would do is firstly acquire a rat, actually a mouse. Then I would give it 8 weeks of intensive training in the art of sailing and make him train in the gym 8 hours a day. Upon acquiring this new skill my mouse will then be given a Jacob's cream cracker.
Adam: Well yeah you wouldn't choose a cheaper make of cracker would you, could risk serious injuries.
Tom: Of course, Of course....After retrieving this he will then be briefed on the operation at hand and will be told that yes he will be given the cream cracker to be used as a raft in a rescue operation. At the briefing he will also be given a tooth pick and one olive. This will be used for an Orr. After this he will then be transported by helicopter and land approximately one and a half feet away from the designated puddle where the rescue operation will take place. My mouse will then proceed to the point of rescue on his cracker. Cant really say how this will turn out because on the day we cannot predict the weather conditions and the water could be choppy. After retrieving the pound coin the helicopter will then lift the mouse to safety because I predict by that time the cracker will be soggy.
Adam: Of course, good call mate.
Tom: NO ONE likes a soggy cracker.
Adam: Tom, see that puddle. If there was a pound coin in the middle of it and you wanted it but to get it you could not use your hands feet or any part of your body for that matter to get it. What methods would you us to acquire it.
Tom: Well I would use my monkey feet.
Adam: I said you can not use any part of your body to get it.
Tom: hmmm.........well next time make your question and methods more clear and I will not make stupid mistakes like that.
Adam: OK mate, sorry about that.
Tom: What I would do is firstly acquire a rat, actually a mouse. Then I would give it 8 weeks of intensive training in the art of sailing and make him train in the gym 8 hours a day. Upon acquiring this new skill my mouse will then be given a Jacob's cream cracker.
Adam: Well yeah you wouldn't choose a cheaper make of cracker would you, could risk serious injuries.
Tom: Of course, Of course....After retrieving this he will then be briefed on the operation at hand and will be told that yes he will be given the cream cracker to be used as a raft in a rescue operation. At the briefing he will also be given a tooth pick and one olive. This will be used for an Orr. After this he will then be transported by helicopter and land approximately one and a half feet away from the designated puddle where the rescue operation will take place. My mouse will then proceed to the point of rescue on his cracker. Cant really say how this will turn out because on the day we cannot predict the weather conditions and the water could be choppy. After retrieving the pound coin the helicopter will then lift the mouse to safety because I predict by that time the cracker will be soggy.
Adam: Of course, good call mate.
Tom: NO ONE likes a soggy cracker.
The first of many.
As you will know by the time you have finished reading this that, yes this is my first blog about me myself and I!!
There is so much to write about that my mind has actually merged all my thoughts into one massive cloud of positive and negative thoughts, assumptions and feelings. I could talk about the things I hate or about the things I love but quite frankly there is too many things I love in this world and my life to ever talk about in one blog. There are not many things I hate when i think hard about it. Sometimes I think I use the world hate far too much in fact.
So......my first blog is going to be about something I don't like talking about because I worry about sounding sorry for myself or self righteous in some way but maybe this is one way I don't have to feel like that so here goes........
My stammer started when I was in year 5 when I was about 10, well thats when i remember it best. I remember the days when I had to put my hand up in class to answer the register instead of saying; "Good morning Mrs Holmes" and avoid answering any questions in class because I did not want to keep people waiting. I never understood it at primary school, well all throughout school really and neither did anyone else which I can not blame them for at all. I want to talk about this because I want people to understand it or at least try to.
The definition of a stammer is: "a speech dysfunction characterized by pauses, hesitations, and faltering utterances."
Now I never understood my stammer completely all the way through school until around year 10 when I was 15. I never understood how something could literally control my vocal chords and restrict what I said every minute of everyday.
I started to not like people who could so called "speak Fluently" (Now of course I know and understand that no one speaks fluently if you just listen)
I was jealous, I was envious of even my best friends. People made it look so effortless and I hated it for all the wrong reasons.
Eventually I did learn how to deal with it by avoiding certain situations, certain activities.
It controlled my life and I felt very alone for along time.
One positive thing that came out of my stammer is to listen and that is one think I am grateful for. I love the sound of the wind whirling through empty crisp packet on the pavement.
The sound of the rain crashing down on a warn out umbrella whilst out in the heaviest rain. These are the things I love and I know I would not have this appreciation if it was not for my worst enemy and my best friend.
The truth is I could not bare to live with it but now cannot be without it.
Not forgetting to mention that I had the most supporting people in the world around me. My best friend Paul who has helped me through the toughest times. My beautiful girlfriend Francesca, who has done so much for me and helped me more than she will ever know.
My stammer is something I have and I am glad.
I wanted to talk about this because I have never written anything down on paper about it in my whole life and this is big for me...................
There is so much to write about that my mind has actually merged all my thoughts into one massive cloud of positive and negative thoughts, assumptions and feelings. I could talk about the things I hate or about the things I love but quite frankly there is too many things I love in this world and my life to ever talk about in one blog. There are not many things I hate when i think hard about it. Sometimes I think I use the world hate far too much in fact.
So......my first blog is going to be about something I don't like talking about because I worry about sounding sorry for myself or self righteous in some way but maybe this is one way I don't have to feel like that so here goes........
My stammer started when I was in year 5 when I was about 10, well thats when i remember it best. I remember the days when I had to put my hand up in class to answer the register instead of saying; "Good morning Mrs Holmes" and avoid answering any questions in class because I did not want to keep people waiting. I never understood it at primary school, well all throughout school really and neither did anyone else which I can not blame them for at all. I want to talk about this because I want people to understand it or at least try to.
The definition of a stammer is: "a speech dysfunction characterized by pauses, hesitations, and faltering utterances."
Now I never understood my stammer completely all the way through school until around year 10 when I was 15. I never understood how something could literally control my vocal chords and restrict what I said every minute of everyday.
I started to not like people who could so called "speak Fluently" (Now of course I know and understand that no one speaks fluently if you just listen)
I was jealous, I was envious of even my best friends. People made it look so effortless and I hated it for all the wrong reasons.
Eventually I did learn how to deal with it by avoiding certain situations, certain activities.
It controlled my life and I felt very alone for along time.
One positive thing that came out of my stammer is to listen and that is one think I am grateful for. I love the sound of the wind whirling through empty crisp packet on the pavement.
The sound of the rain crashing down on a warn out umbrella whilst out in the heaviest rain. These are the things I love and I know I would not have this appreciation if it was not for my worst enemy and my best friend.
The truth is I could not bare to live with it but now cannot be without it.
Not forgetting to mention that I had the most supporting people in the world around me. My best friend Paul who has helped me through the toughest times. My beautiful girlfriend Francesca, who has done so much for me and helped me more than she will ever know.
My stammer is something I have and I am glad.
I wanted to talk about this because I have never written anything down on paper about it in my whole life and this is big for me...................
I could get used to this blog stuff after all. :o)
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