I Like People with a Cause

I really do. Especially if it's a cause which I can relate to. I like them even more if they can express their thoughts beautifully and eloquently, in a manner which I would love to, if I only had the insight and talent which they have.

I enjoy reading and listening and adopting points of view which they hold. I think it's because it makes me feel less alone. I feel connected to the person and their cause, and I feel empowered to fight and talk for my own beliefs and the injustices which I hate.

Also because I love to learn.


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Arron was away for a few weeks visiting his Nan, (so I couldn't even be indignant about my abandonment) but now he's back. Yay! Just between you and me I'm quite smitten.

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I'm Hungover today, shouldn't have had that last bottle of wine. That was a Bad Mistake

Sickly sweet

Tonsillitis is not nice. Trust me. I'm currently suffering from a nasty case of it, I feel like I've got a golf ball in my throat, it is nearly impossible to swallow, and my temperature is fluctuating between freezing cold and boiling hot.

I went to the local walk in center this morning to get antibiotics and phoned in sick for work. Which wouldn't be so bad, because it means I get to sit about all day in my pajamas and catch up on my favourite type of television. Daytime television. However crush from work (I s'pose I should name him, no we're official and all, let's go with Arron as that's his name) had to work all day because of it, so I feel super guilty.

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In other news, on Thursday Arron took me out to this really nice restaurant, it's a steak house with all these sweet booths, so we were able to do a lot of PDAs, all whilst embarrassing only the waiter (and the best thing, was that he initiated most of the PDAs, sigh)

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Finally, I promise to be less mushy in future.

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

The Good
A two hour make out session last night, with crush from work (who is now officially my boyfriend)

The Bad
It only being a make out session due to living with parents, and them not allowing 'sleep overs'

The Ugly
The stubble rash, I'll have to make him shave next time.

Bloody Hell

I was at work yesterday, and the potwasher hadn't yet turned up, so I decided to be helpful and get some washing up done. I picked up a plate and managed to hit it off a metal shelf, it broke and landed on my foot. There was a chorus of "didn't you want to wash that one Anna?" from the chefs in the kitchen, I laughed and cleaned up the mess.

Then I noticed something on the floor. Turned out my foot was bleeding, quite spectacularly, and a little pool of blood had appeared by my feet. I had a look at it, and could see the blood bubbling out of my sock. I decided I needed help, and called over one of the chefs.

"Shit" Hang on, I'll get something to try and stop it. I decided that it would probably be best to sit down, and try to stop it bleeding, the blood kept on coming, and started to drip from between my hands. By this point I had an audience and somebody handed me a towel which I promptly bled through. In the end it was when they were considering carrying me out to the car that I decided we should look at it again, and luckily it had stopped, we saw the wound. It was pathetic, a tiny puncture wound, it's hardly bruised today, so no sympathy for me. But I am the only person I know who has stabbed herself with a plate.