Frantic running...

OK, so imagine that you get to the train station after a hectic time consuming day of misery. You rush home and grab your bags, running to the station ready to catch that train with literally minutes to spare. Welcome to the life of Alexander Blakemore, Hannah's boyfriend...

An abandoned railway...story of my life...

I should tell you, I am in no way dramatising this one. This was actually what happened...so yeah...The train that me and my boyfriend were on also was due to leave at 21:53 on Friday 3rd December. Me and The Boyfriend got there early, because we had to pick up our tickets. I was stupid...I take full responsibility for being so damned stupid. Everyone reminded me to write down my booking code, but I was like 'no we won't need it.'

We arrived twenty minutes early to find the 'pick up tickets' machine was blocked off by tape...we though no these barriers wouldn't stop people buying their tickets (well we are more important than the rest s it won't stop us, everyone else can...go jump...to put it politely...) so we strategically stepped over it, and the boyfriend yelled that we did need the code.

Crap. I had to search my laptop for the saved file. I had a heart attack because I could not find it! I began stupidly yelling at my one and only and my mum ... who was on the phone and knew that it was all down to me but could not help myself, I screamed until I was blue in the face but by the end of it, I had no doubt upset my mum which makes me feel like I should be dead, and upset my boyfriend which makes me feel unwanted and unloved...

Basically, I upset two of the most important people in my life because I am a moron.
Hannah and Alex arrived shortly after my drama queen appearance, which was worthy of an award for having a tantrum for no apparent reason, thank you hormones!

So Alex, he was searching in his bottomless pit of a bag for his rail card. Observing his rabid searching, his face explained so much. Eyes wide in horror and a panicked increased intonation, he rambled something about going home to get his rail card because, he forgot it!
There was literally FOUR minutes until the train was due and our house was at least that to get back to at a normal pace. We all said no, that it wasn't worth it but he went.

Hannah, was frantic, she was nearly in tears fearing for the life of the rail card and her fiance, she at one point dived after him and The BF after her. I was left standing at the platform with enough luggage to supply about ten charity shops and wondering what the hell I do if no one is back in time for the train...because I would have to miss it too and this would make me angry. With like a minute to spare Hannah and my love came back but still not a sign of Alex.

I looked down the platform and saw the bright headlights of doom coming into dock at the platform and all three of us were panic stricken. As the coaches pulled up to us we collected our baggage and prepared to alight the train...a yell behind us made us stop.

SOMEHOW, as a heroic Alex ran back, he had managed to get back to the house, unlock three doors, search frantically for a railcard, and get back in time. Amusingly enough...his fight was in vain because he took Hannah's keys and his door key was on his set of keys....FAIL!

In conclusion, Alex is some sort of superhero with maddening speed but he did not pull off the retrieval. NOONE checked the rail cards!

 Another rambling from your 

     the Hormonal bag

Book appreciation.

With another results day looming I thought I would go for a change of pace and write a blog based on my favourite authors at the minute.

Purely to calm me down from panicking!

I could go into a rant about how I like books from the most obvious genre at the moment, the most popular etc but that is just what I like. I do not like sports books because they promote idiocy to the highest level by the beef headed trash that reads them but hey...

MY TOP TEN DARK ROMANCE BOOKS...that I have read so far...

If you want a more graphic choice...
Then Yasmine Galenorn is for you!

1. Fallen - Lauren Kate
2. The Twilight Saga - Stephenie Meyer
3. Hush Hush, Becca Fitzpatrick
4. Ever More - Alyson Noel
5. Shiver - Maggie Steifvater
6. Torment - Lauren Kate
7. Crescendo - Becca Fitzpatrick
8. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
9. The Witchling - Yasmine Galenorn
10. Marked - P.C Cast

So basically, these are in no order, I love them all. Dark romance covers love stories, and/or horror stories. Each book has it's own merit, Twilight, as much as people do not want to admit, made the vampire image updated and popular streaming more and more books filling this genre.

A photo of just SOME of my personal book collection...

Angels, Immortals, Vampires, Wolves, all mythical creatures that are all dangerous and most importantly immortal and superhuman. What spawned this genre? Twilight? An interest within the supernaturel has spawned, why? I cannot say, they are attractive...sexy...and dangerous, any girl's dream.

I LOVE THEM, the only thing that could make them better, and The witchling answers to this - more graphic content...no skipping over the good stuff!

Yours...

The hormonal bag

NaNoWriMo Result...

As you guys know I entered the NaNoWriMo challenge. This was to write a 50,000 word or more novel within the monthe of November. I cannot tell you what a trial it has been, in the past two day's alone I have written 14,000 words of it alongside...my coursework!

It has been the most mentally challenging thing I have ever done and I can say that my brain has been put through the test. If considering to enter this competition next November, I have some advice for you.

• IF you are taking up this challenge and are serious about proving yourself as a writer the first thing you must do it write at least 2000 words a day. This is a good target and will get you finished nearer the deadline, if you can write more great, if you're having a bad day then don't worry about it.

• If you don't know what you want to write about, don't worry, just run with the first idea you come with, this competition is not about writing a brilliant published novel, but about making sure you can do it. 

• I was ill for a couple of weeks so on the last couple of days I had to really work to write 14,000 words having no idea what I was going to write.

• If you can't remember what you wrote, don't worry, I have no idea what I wrote for the last 18,000 words, but i will love criticising every detail when I hit editing mode!

• GOOD LUCK!

FROM THE IMAGE OPPOSITE....you can see that I was successful, my novel Vampire Haze, was 50, 197 words and I finished it...about ten minutes ago! I am mentally and physically worn out, I can no longer know what I am typing, I am going to go upstairs, take my brain out of my head and put it to bed for a few days...okay? ANY problems...I don't care cos I am awesome!

YAY...Short blog post...but hey, I DID IT! *celebrates* IF You're interested...watch the video at the end of this blog :)

Yours,

 hormonal bag

Winter is coming...Quick...lose your basic grasp of skills...

A dog looking forlorn in the white stuff...

Snow, a great time of the year for parents and children alike. 

Unless you are a motorist in which case snow is the first sign of madness. The call comes through after that one spec of white frosted perfection falls onto your warm tipped nose and a frenzy begins where they are the most important person in the world.

Travelling to the cinema along the frosty streets, it was clearing up, going to see Harry Potter with the parents before taking the 3 hours long trek back to my house. The film was awesome, it was the second time i had seen it and it still gets me!

HOWEVER what I did not expect to see was the five foot of snow that had covered the ground since I had been sitting down...ah not a problem right? wrong!

It was a mere ten miles from the cinema to the train station but the roads were gridlocked. We were travelling at 1 mile an hour if not moving backwards. The people behind us were giving you no room to manoever if you wanted to change course because they were sticking to your back end fearing to move far from the flocking traffic.

Creeping towards the station the maniacs were out in force. You sit in your car, patiently waiting in a queue then some moron coming out from a car park cuts in front of you forcing you to stop to let the MORONIC SKODA owner push his way into the traffic. Not content enough with this he aimed to pull out into the lane to the left of us, then deliberately pushed into our lane! He stops the traffic moving just as an ambulance wants to get past...well done, OBSTRUCT the ambulances who are taking the patients of stupid car accidents caused by people like you!

Don't let your stupidity leave you bleeding at christmas
think safety!

Most people tried their best to pull over, you know the nice, humble beings that know that it is not just them that wants to be somewhere... most of these drivers however were thwarted by a jeep that was trying to bypass the queue and go up the kerb to get to the front...in his 4x4, should be no problem right?
WRONG - he couldn't get up the kerb but was bashing into cars trying! Idiot!

TWO ambulances go past and you wonder why so many deaths and accidents happen at christmas? BECAUSE....brain dead morons who think that they are the only person that wants to go home...wrong, we all do. We value our lives so drive safely and take care or you won;t get to see Christmas!

When I did get home...there was the gut-wrenching sound of Hannah and her ball and chain cracking their bones. I could literally feel it in my guts and it makes me squirm! ARGH! :(

Now...for your own amusement...an idiot making a snow angel... =D (that might be me muahahaha)

Yours 

the hormonal bag

Deadlines loom too fast!

Oh my god, when you first start university you think ah I will have enough time to do every piece of work because you'll start on it the second you get it right??


So wrong... I have completed 5 pieces of work 2 months early and still do not seem to have enough time to do the rest...I need to work faster! Tonight I have come up with an idea for a news story and written 800 words of my presentation for monday!
I have my NaNoWriMo deadline looming too and I have another 15,000 minimum to complete by 30th November!
Busy, busy, hormaonal to the max. I keep having angry outbursts because of being stressed or upset or like a fail.....blah!

Hannah - she is awesome...GOTH = cool

Upon request I will introduce the character from my previous blog; She is a house mate, I met her in my first year at university in Creative writing...in honesty? I was in awe, she was wearing amazing clothes! I tried to pluck up the courage to talk to her in the first lesson but I was a speck of dirt on the soul of her awesome Goth boots, why would she talk to me?
No, I left that lesson feeling demoralised and embarrassed by even looking upon her face. Skulking back to my dorm room I paced slowly, not looking where I was going I stumbled into the person in front of me, apologising I looked upon the face of Hannah herself. I knew that fate had given me another chance....words vicky, come on words...'I like your shoes' - her reply? 'Thanks'.
Our encounter ends.
Anyway, I managed to get a grasp on reality and talk to her, she is awesome. First conversation basically consisted of 'I like tim minchin and david tennant' -Hannah - 'Cool me too, friends?' Me - 'yeah!'
SCORE!
Anyway I live with her now so that's awesome, she came along with her lovely boyfriend too. So we have a full house and I have friends! At last, I am no longer a lowly insect traipsing towards my apparent, untimely and lonely death!

Will update when I next have a chance!
I will not fail you!

Another rambling from your 

                 hormonal bag

Bonfire night...the retraction

Amazing scenes from MK

OK so you guys listened to me rant about how much I did not like fireworks displays on the 5th November.
However, the boyfriend, you know the old ball and chain...totally wrong image he is the light of my life, erm basically took me to Milton Keynes to see the organised fireworks display on Sunday. It is the larget privately organised display in the UK and cost up to 3 million pounds to stage.

When I got there it was like being at a cattle drive, everyone going one way but not actually getting anywhere. Following the herd came to mind but when we got to the perfect location, amongst the muddy bog that was the field (it wasn't that bad).


The crisp chill in the air made for a lovely change to the frost bitten weather we have been having and there was no breeze making the smoke trails left behind from each firework create a fantastic magical spider  web of smokey haze.

FINALLY at 7:30pm on the dot, the fireworks began and ignoring the slight musical hitch where the music did not kick in for a couple of seconds, the display was amazing. Never before had I seen such a well timed display. With each song that followed on from the first the firework fit in with every element of the music whether it be the lyrics or the melodic tones it provided.

The first song was rule the world by Take That, it was awesome. Songs also included were Teenage dreams by Katy Perry and New York by..oh god I will have to look that up...

Sparklers were banned...but this was pretty

By the end I was wondering why I did not like such displays, then it came time to leave. We all formed a sacrificial mass all heading to the ONE way out - a tiny little bridge, probably not meant to hold all this weight. Getting to the bridge was tricky. NO joke I spent twenty minutes being pushed, prodded and poked trying to get to the exit. I can't say that part of the night was fun but it was rather amusing watching people walk ten minutes through a hedge maze only to find there was no way out and having to come straight back again.

My face for the entire night was one full of wonderment and awe, I had never seen a display so perfectly executed and I am anticipating and looking forward to the New Year fireworks in London, Bring on 2011!

By the way...20,000 words out of 50,000 minimum for NaNoWriMo..YAY:
Enjoy the taster of the Milton Keynes 2010 Fireworks display below =D

Yours, a slightly mellowed out

hormonal bag

                      

Bonfire night...

Bonfire night, an evening of colours spraying themselves across the sky, the oohs and ahs of a crowd, gathered around a roaring fire.

Each one wrapped in big duffel coats and scarves long enough to wrap around Christmas and back and woollen mittens, rosy cheeks and the ability to see your breath when you breathe out onto the bracing cold wind of November. Sparklers dotted around the field in which all this plays out, sparklers that make shapes to envisage the future. Boyfriend...loves them, worships the ground they fall onto...silly boy!

Fireworks...a noisy colourful oblivion

On the other hand there is another side to bonfire night. Let us not forget where this night comes from. The attempt to blow up the house of parliament, Guy Fawkes, a name we all know. Bonfire night can be a very dangerous thing if not looked after properly.

Such incidents have happened in the past that strike fear into the hearts of people all ages at this time of year. People have been injured directly by
 fireworks causing horrific burns and scarring that will maim them for the rest of their lives thanks to careless thugs and their obsession with looking cool.


One horrific event that I heard about involved a boy climbing over a fence, one of this friends thought it would be funny to throw a firework at him mid climb....the result? He was maimed for life because he fell and his arm went straight through one of the spikes on top of the fence! Do you want that??? NO!

People sellotape up their letter boxes to avoid teens and adolescent middle aged members of society from posting lit fireworks through their letterboxes for a laugh. If this is the kind of behaviour that this night condones, then I wonder why on earth it is still so popular.

About a week ago, I went into town with a friend and on the way back we saw two (what can only be described as 'pissed chavs') lighting fireworks and throwing them around a graveyard, now seriously, what kind of a world do we live in if this is not seen as a stupid idea? HOW did they get hold of the fireworks, I don;t understand why there is such lax security based around fireworks.

The fire service were planning on a 48 hour strike to avoid the house fires that were linked to this night, whether or not they went ahead with this I do not know, but I get their point. People know what they're doing...but do it anyway?

Colourful, noisy explosions...new replacement guns?

ANYONE mention the noise??? BAH not to mention the poor effect it has on animals. I have three dogs, one of which is only just one and each time she is subjected to the scrutiny of fireworks she is reduced to a shivering, cowering wreck, all because people want to make some noise. Have a house party and have done with it, at least that we can call the police for!

On the bright side...Christmas is on it's way and I have completed my Christmas present shopping. They are all...well mostly...wrapped and ready to give out when the time draws near. *sits and puts up feet*
TIME TO RELAX,

Yours,

The hormonal bag

(Where angst is never too far around the corner...)

Autumn take two...

Ok, here I am again writing for the benefit of my battle with the elements this year.

As you well know the other day I tried to revert back to my childhood days and ended up falling on my front and being injured...cos apparently my world is not allowed to revolve around my childhood. Nope I have been brought back this world with a bump and I shall try to live my life as an adult!

On my way to the cash point yesterday there is a short cut that goes over some grass, because shortcuts are the ways adults get through life, no one takes the long road unless it's necessary! I decided to take said diversion...not realising the amount of rain that had saturated the soil below my feet. The further I ventured through the ever increasing bog, the more I realised, sometimes, short cuts are a stupid idea. Following my fellow adventurer with her thick soled boots, she has no problem grasping onto the drenched muddy soil road we were walking along and just trudged on, the strong willed trouper that she is.

The metaphoric muddy bog that is my life!

Me however...in my thin soled, ever resistant, not grippy vans...followed on cautiously, knowing full well that one wrong step could be my undoing. She gestured for me to be brave and increase my pace, just as I was getting into a rhythm, my life decided to say, 'Hey, no shortcuts for you, make things harder and learn a tough life lesson!'
Following said warning (which followed however delayed after the next part happened...)

My footing was lost in the villainous swamp surrounding me and I fell straight onto my bottom. My friend, let's call her Hannah, continued walking on to safety then turned around and expected me to be there. When I wasn't she looked all around, and unexpectedly found my laying flat on my back in the muddy waterlogged ground. My jeans were soaked in a mixture of brown watery mess and my skin was changing colour with brown flecked pigmentation. I stood, slightly embarrassed, but not prepared to admit defeat. I explained to my friend that I must go home and change, understanding as she is I bid her farewell and walked home.
Avoiding the eye contact of the mocking and jeering peers that make university life so refreshing.

YAY for me...I overcame and embarrassing situation and did not let the season get me down. I walked home, head held high...well no, it was kind of more like me face planting my head underground and walking home but still...
AUTUMN 2, ME...0

On the other hand...PRINTER CREDIT IS STUPID! It is bad enough that we have to print out every single piece of work required of us, but we have to trudge through all weathers to get to the library to top up said print credit. A4 black and white printing is 5p, that is fine, A4 colour - 25p! EXTORTION you say? IT GETS WORSE!

Books, my passion in life, escape to a new world...
find yourself!

A3 black and white - 25p, A3 colour - £1 WHAT THE HELL???
EXTORTION....I say it should be free, we're already in enough debt because of university!

On a brighter note, thanks to a friends' encouragement, I entered the NaNoWriMo competition to write a 50,000 word novel. OH YEAH? the catch? in a month. I have until November 30 to submit it!!

NaNoWriMo stands for the national novel writing month, and it is a fantastic opportunity to avid writers who have a lot to say, what topic am I doing? Romance!

By the way, for any avid vampire book followers in the US or Canada only...who want to win a signed copy of  Firelight by Sophie Jordan, follow this link to the vampirebookclub.

Wish me luck...I will keep you update with a daily word count on my progress...

      Another rambling from your 

                 hormonal bag

Autumn leaves get their revenge...

A couple of days ago, it was results day for my work. 
Yay...not. I dread that day like a mouse dreads a trap that is about to snap off it's tail and diminish its' life.

It was like the world was against me. On Sunday I was coming home from a lovely weekend in Manchester and saw a pile of crunchy leaves, so like any adolescent teenager trying to clutch onto her childhood before being dragged down the desolate, blackened flaming road to Adulthood, I went for a little skip. Yes, skipping with a suitcase and two jackets under my arm like some sort of homeless bag lady desperate to chase after that last ten pence as it rolls down a drain.

I pretty much followed suit...Skipping through those leaves, hearing the gentle crunch of a crispy leaf brings back memories of my childhood. Whenever my dad had piled up the leaves a small, blonde, slightly pudgy child would run into them and send them flying across the garden over and over, I think it used to annoy my dad...but oh well!

Just a typical pile of leaves...waiting for the unsuspecting kid

within to trip up and be brought back to reality with a bump!

Point is...skipping through my childhood I failed to look where I was going...and might have missed the hidden drainage cover which I decided to fall over and I don't just mean stumble. I mean a 10/10 for stupidness, fell on my face, according to the boyfriend I belly flopped onto the floor and badly bruised my knee...I cried, like a baby. So I guess...I got reverted back to my childhood, me crying in the street for falling over...My coordination is erm...somewhat questionable. Me? I am a FAIL...but I am loved so I guess that's okay.

Weather 1, me...zero.

Leaving for my grade and my lecture I went outside and dear lord the heavens opened. It was as though someone was determined to make the weather rebel agsinst me. Falling rain that resembled a shower on full power, my Umbrella, with it's duck style head and the foot that I clasped onto made me rather happy with my predicament. I must have looked strange but that is why I like what I do. I try not to conform to other people's ideals. On the grade front, I didn't do that badly, you know compared to the falling incident...or the few people who failed...

So let the rain fall and the leaves hide their secrets, I know that I am meant for something, and I know that I am loved.

Goodbye my friends, this is The hormonal bag, signing off.

Remnants of Austria...

I thought I was a bit loose on material so thought back to the long rant I wrote when in Austria.

I happened across the list I wrote in my mobile phone drafts folder and forgot how eventful it was!

One of the gorgeous pictures I took in Austria!

Ah Austria - The beautiful scenery, the fresh air and the wonderful hotels. What could go wrong? Ha well the journey to bus stop 24, to change over to the coach that takes us onto the ferry, we were delayed by like an hour meaning that the poor people who got there on time were slightly pissed off that we were late, which made them like us a lot...NOT! The bus driver that took over the coach on the way to the Ferry seemed nice at first, a bit quiet and full of useless information but I assume that was a perk of the job. Once into France the bus driver said that we would have a couple of stops before we get to the hotel in Liege, Belgium. But it was like an eight hour drive to get there....BASICALLY, if you were female you had to cross your legs until the bus driver needed to pee, how crappy!

The first hotel was lovely, when we got there we had to go and find somewhere to eat as the meal was not included in this hotel. Me and my boyfriend went to find an Austrian McDonalds, because we knew where it was. There it was lovely. I had a nice nights sleep and woke to an amazing breakfast where I stuffed myself with bread rolls, eggs and toast. It was a thirteen hour drive to Austria, and you guessed it, no toilet breaks!

When we got there we had to get our keys, I was sharing a room with the boyfriend obviously. We got to our room and were baffled to see we had twin beds. We went downstairs to ask if there was a double room to discover they had made a slight mistake. They assumed we were brother and sister...when we said we wanted to sleep together they were like...but you're brother and sister and we're like...NO!

We got a better room, on the top floor with a breath-taking view. The Austrian's really know how to do it, you have a double bed base, two single mattresses, AND two single duvets. It was lovely :)

The trip was good, the breakfasts was nice, we got a packed lunch which was okay...the dinners were eventful. I am always scared of meat and how it's cooked abroad, so I never ate it which normally meant that I was stuck with a tiny portion of vegetables and a couple of potatoes. The starters always had mushrooms or garlic in it so I couldn't eat those, and the one day of the week I asked for just vegetables and potatoes, they sent me a plate of breaded mushrooms!

A new breed of vegetables...ARE YOU MAD?

THAT IS NOT VEGETABLES, ITS FUNGI! bah mushrooms! The desserts were always beautiful though! The final day was amazing when it came to the food, the starter was creamed cauliflower soup, I had two bowls of this! The main was lovely chips and vegetables, and the pudding was an odd mousse thing lol!

I got to do great things like visit Saltzburg, go to Rattenburg and see the glass blowers - I bought so much glass and the boyfriend got me a gorgeous glass rose! I went 5000 feet above sea level to see a glacier and climbed up to the base of a waterfall.

It was an exquisite holiday, I had lots of fun, just wish I could have cooked for myself and/or had more toilet stops!

Thus ends another rambling...

The hormonal bag

The Student Life...

Hi, I am completely baffled to bring you one of the stupidest students' ever.

I do need to give her some condescending claps for managing to understand what a fire alarm sounds like and get her self out of the building...*clap* ... *clap* ... *clap*

ANYWAY...yeah on the way back into the building she took the lazy revolving door option and assuming that her life is completely technology based, as most students are privileged to know she walked in. When it stopped, she looked all worried and turned to her peers and was almost crying thinking she had gotten her fat arse stuck. It took a clever one to yell through the glass 'It's not an electronic revolving door'

Revolving lives - We just keep going in circles and we

can't escape!!

The look on her face was priceless, she pushed the door, no doubt with all the strength she could muster and somehow managed to get into the building YAY! God help her if she is doing electronics and will one day be working building these simplistic doorways. WHY CAN STUDENTS NOT RELY ON ANYTHING THAT IS NOT BASED AROUND A SCREEN!

It was not that long ago that mobile phones didn't exist but now, everywhere you look you see this small hand held technology is sucking away the life of students and whispering 'TECHNOLOGY IS LIFE'

How long before students cannot use a pen???

I know I am writing this on-line, but I have to write on paper first, nothing feels so good than writing on paper...*sigh*

As this is a short post I may give you lucky people another blast later on, as I say...IF you're lucky!

Enough from me...unless I feel that all humanity is lost...in which you will be the first ones I turn to,

Goodbye,

Your reliable
hormonal bag

Flower...Ah how I love thee...

Greetings from a surprisingly calm hormonal bag today,

Surprisingly calming game for anyone who's hormonal!
 FLOWER!

Last night I played the demo for flower on the ps3, now it always looked fun to watch but I had no idea the effect it would have upon me. The demo only allows you to play the first level of flower but it has lovely graphics and the controls take a while to master. You basically play the element of wind and have to guide your flower petals to pollinate the flowers around you to ensure the once dull and mundane flowerless world has colour and is restored to its natural beauty. I personally love this game, it has soothing music and the controls are so gentle and calming that a sort of tranquil haze takes over, seriously play this if you’re stressed...! Every time you pollinate a new flower there is a calming sound that emits from every flower  - lovely!

FOR ANYONE WHO DARES TELL ME THAT THIS GAME IS NAFF OR ANY OTHER NEGATIVE WORD, THEN YOU CLEARLY HAVE NO PLAYED IT. This game makes me happy so do not upset the rambling hormonal bag because I am unpredictable and will most likely rip your head off...so please, as a friendly warning, leave me be when I am around flower! I recommend this to all ages and all sexes.

Roll up, Roll up - see the latest in
TRAMP fashion!

So I went to Sainsbury's today, and in the queue I saw a woman with holes in her jeans. But that's normal I hear you thinking...ARE HOLES IN THE ARSE normal??

I mean I see for some abnormal reason already that ripped jeans are fashionable when the tears are on the knee but seriously if she bought them like that I want her to take them back. 

On the other hand though, If she wore them out like that, my first question is HOW?? and the second is why not just get some more?? Its not like she even tried a botch up job to fix them, she just wears them like they were meant to be like that...CONFUSED!

On the positive note, my hair is black, and not just any black, a blueish black, thanks to schwartzcopfh of however you spell it, oh wait its in the dictionary... that's right normal words are not in the spell checker but that is... thanks... Schwartzkopf =D

Signing off now...

The hormonal bag

(where angst is never too far around the corner...)

A day in the life of Gym...

Hello fellow angsty woman and possibly men?

(Well you do hear about man periods don't you?) I personally agree, some men may not notice but dear god when they clean/ do a job that's stressful if you dare offer to help, they just snap, it;s best to leave well alone, like they do with us...We're not that bad...okay fine we are but we have a hormone imbalance causing ours... =D

Warning - MAD people steal pins from these
machines, take care...UNSAFE!

Today, was the first day of my two day free pass to the gym, so I thought I would embrace it with open arms. I went in with a positive attitude, and with the boyfriend, which I had to drag along with all my body weight, not because he's heavy or anything, but because I am weak...I left with a good attitude too, but not without effort. I'm used to certain cardiovascular machines so experiencing new versions is quiet disconcerting...but that was a simple thing to overcome...

The weight machines however were unbelievable...Half of them had the pins to change and select your desired weights missing, ensuring they could not be used, I checked half of the machines and sure enough the pins were missing...WHO STEALS THE PINS FROM WEIGHT MACHINES, I mean what can they be used for seriously? Seriously dodgy business going on there. Regardless of this minor...setback I went to reception and asked them for assistance, they told me that there was no trained member of staff to deal with the problem until 6pm...I had been there since 4pm...with no one manning with weights...I can foresee a lot of accidents...I backed away from the weight machines after that...stuck to my cardio! I left feeling lighter and more fit, but scared of weight machines that are unmanned...

Ah last night we found that our guitar hero 5 guitar had no way to activate star power, the usual guitar tilt sensor had stopped working after not even a week so we called Stafford for their help, giving no serious effort to help they left us feeling disappointed. We called our local store and they were more than helpful, after about half an hour they had called three different people for guidance and we have a new replacement guitar coming tomorrow, YAY! Real world - thank you. No angst required!

Overall, a positive day, angst levels are low, which I am sure my other half is highly appreciative of...I feel healthier and happier, positive endorphins from exercise...woot!

Just another day in the life of
The hormonal bag

(where angst is never far around the corner...)

One woman's battle with a world of Angst...

Angst - I should live here...

My boyfriend always calls me a hormonal Angsty bag, so I thought I would create this blog to prove him right.

Today I was out walking and I wanted to cross the street, A car was coming so to show respect I stopped and waited for them to pass, they waved me across, then decided to shout 'come on, get out of the way I have to be somewhere, god students are hopeless, the world is doomed!' in an angry tone, when it was her idea to let me go in the first place...As karma has its funny ways of getting people back, her car then stalled whilst trying to enter the hilly junction...and her car...may have reversed down the hill and veered into the busy road that she had just come in from...to make her life better, Karma gave her another kick, right in the face as a blue Citroen C3 whacked into her bonnet, it caused minimal damage, but...MUAHAHA! Evil wins...

Angst one - real world zero.

To make me happy today, a friend who is working for a newspaper for work experience was in the paper today and I got to rejoice in his success that he is getting somewhere in his career path. A friend that could make the most out of sitting back and playing video games for the rest of his life. Seriously, if you could get a job doing that, he would be at the top of the list, a gaming tycoon, if you will!

We are both taking Journalism and Creative writing, however he is loving the Journalism part of it, I'm getting the grades for it but my heart lies in the world of editing and writing. I am...and I know a lot of you will want to shoot yourselves for me admitting that I am really enjoying working for free editing twilight fan fiction. DO NOT JUDGE ME, you have no idea how good these people are. They write better than me and the fact that I can help them along and get credited for my help is awesome!

Along with my editing I am writing more. So far after only 2 weeks in total if I add up the hours, give or take, I have written 30 different pieces of work in that time, making me feel very proud and not slightly hormonal...

Birth control for those hormone impaired...

Sigh - Hormonal...I hate hormones, they are ridiculous! Tampering with them is a bad area! What's wrong with just using condoms, I don't care if you people don't like the feel of them?? Would you prefer pregnancy?? Bah - From the injection, to the implant and the pill all of them tamper with your periods and your hormones making being anywhere near anyone within the first few weeks of taking a new medication a danger to yourselves and more importantly them! I mean you could be volatile, moody, temperamental and damn right rude and upsetting.

When I was first on the pill I am on now, I was so moody that one second I was singing some ones' praises, showering them with compliments and then BITCH took over and the next thing I know I am wanting to punch their lights our for even looking at me...

On the other and brighter more rainbow streaked side of things, you could be the more polite, understanding person and IF YOU ARE LUCKY no period...

Sorry Boys for the er...somewhat uncomfortable subject I know how some of you get but seriously? GET OVER IT! Your future girlfriends/wife will talk to you about it and expect you to be a man so man up! To those of you who can deal with it...congratulations, Welcome to adulthood. I am devastatingly proud of you!

For tonight my friends, the hormonal angst bag will sign off, I hope you eagerly await my next installment...If not, well don't read it? Come on use your head!
For those of you who love me...
Come back soon to hear another exciting tale from:

The hormonal bag

(Where angst is never too far around the corner....)