BEDA....maybe..

Well, I was going to do Blog Every Day in August and I was really enthusastic and everything, until I remembered a few very important things.
1. It's the second of August, so I have already missed a day. Oh dear :(
2. I'm going away for a week next week to the wonderfully sunny (well, rainy) climes of my mother's favourite holiday destination-where there is no internet connection.
3. And I'm also away elsewhere later on in August, to another godforsaken place without internet. But it's by the seaside, so that's a good thing.

So, no, BEDA for me this year. Ahh, well, I'd probably forget anyway :)

Pretty-Unpretty

If I had to make a t-shirt with my insecurities on, like they did in Glee, it would have to be a size 20 at least. I have more than I can count- big nose, wonky teeth, wobbly bits, small boobs, gangly, un-coordinated, difficult skin, bad hair...
Sometimes, I think that i want to be pretty. Pretty people have it easier. I'm nicer to beautiful people. I know I shouldn't be, but it's so much harder to watch a tear drip down a beautiful person's face. Something about beauty makes you want to protect them.
But then, I think and remember my life experiences. Being unpretty has made me who I am. I can take criticism, I am strong. I know people like me because of my personality, not just because I have a pretty face. I am more confident, because I have beaten my demons. I am who I am because of my wonky nose etc. I wouldn't change it for the world, not even for a face like Lily Cole's. I am me, and I am unpretty. And I love it.
This inspired this post, isn't it beautiful?
Yours
Noah
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A big thoughtful blog post

Well, I was going to write something really insightful but then I bought this dress and I lost my train of thought. It's so pretty :)

YouTube favourites

I've just been going through all the YouTube videos I've favourited over the year or so that I've had a YouTube account and oh-my-god they are really good. Over the last half an hour I have danced, laughed, cried, and sat back and let some amazing music wash over me. It's made me realize that my taste hasn't really changed, however much I may think it has. I still love the stuff that I loved a year ago, be that really random songs about bacon or anything else, and that can sit happily with a love of Tom Waits and his beautiful, smoke-ravaged voice.

So, I guess what I'm saying is, you can never really change completely. However hipster and sophisticated your music tastes might be, deep-down there still resides a love for that medley of cartoon theme tunes you found last December, and you should embrace that.

It's all part of you.

People have layers, like onions, and Shrek.

Lovelove

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Exams are over for a week :)

Yes, yes, it is :D

As a celebration, I've written a drabble with some characters I've been playing with for a while.

Intriguing

Something about that girl was intriguing.

Maybe it was the sheer, downright, blatant, in-your-face weirdness of her. She'd definitely never seen anyone wearing odd shoes before.

It really wasn't her looks.

When she went for girls (which she hadn't for...man, had it been that long?), they were short, curvaceous (always curvaceous), feisty, fashionable....everything Jess wasn't.

Then why did she find herself staring at her, watching the swish of her hair, half-imagining it spread and tangled on a pillow as she twisted with desire, gasping with pleasure...

She could feel herself blushing.

Damn, she needed to get laid.

Soon.

Hi...I'm me

Name: Noah

Age: Old enough

Profession: Student

Hair: Brown, long(ish), nestling comfortably at just past shoulder-blades

Eyes: Blue, and pale

Height: Tall

Hobbies: Sleeping, eating, reading, writing, laughing at things that only I seem to find funny, cooking, talking incessantly about nothing, fan fiction

There, now we know each other a little more :)

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I have a confession to make..

My name is Noah and I'm a Facebook addict.

I have been off it for all of a week.

I miss it so much, it's so pathetic. I'm twitching over the tab wanting to click it so bad.

I can't go on it because The Boy has changed my password at my request, so I can actually get some revision done during my hectic exam period.

I REGRET IT SO MUCH.

I don't even get the appeal really, deep down. But I just miss being able to go on and see what the kids who actually have a life have been up to and what those who don't have been doing (and remember the stuff I did) , being able to write what I fondly hope is a pithy and sarcastic comment on someone's status, and being able to chat to my friends. Yay chat. That constantly breaking, unreliable thing. All the joys of conversation without the awkwardness of face-to-face. I have been texting so much to make up for it, but I miss Facebook so much. DAMN YOU MARK ZUCKENBURG!!!!!

I might paint my nails tonight. Red or blue or grey...

Fancy some pampering time after a stressful week, and a breathing space before I head into another one.

Anyway, I must go.

Talk to you soon.

Byeeeeeeee

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