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EEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Eeee I’m so excited. I have finally organised it! A FINAL and DEFINITE route and I have done the scary and daunting and looming task of booking stuff. I have now booked all my stuff for the trip. ALL OF IT.

Overall I’ve spent about £1500. That includes 2 x Inter-rail card and 2 months worth of hostels/hotels. Money well spent!

I’m not going to post up my itinery here cos like, no offence to you lovely reader, but what if a stalker/scary person reads this :/ unlikely but still possible some general stuff though is that I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS. Along the way I am stopping at Jutte’s, Uka’s and Terry’s, spending 5 days in Paris with my boyfriend, a long weekend in Rome with parents, and so on.

Anyway.

I’m so excited and so deadly scared at the same time. In a way I can’t believe this is real and it’s happening. In a month I’ll be on the road. TRAVEL TIME. I’m no longer scared about being by myself. It’ll do me good.

OMG this is amazing. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m proud of me, in a way, haha. I know I’m going to have a fantastic time. I really cant wait to get to Belgium and see Nic. I hope my Dutch will be good enough! Will be fun, we’re going to visit the Photography museum in Antwerpen too, and I will see Joris as well if he is around at this time. I’m going to visit Terry in Switzerland, and he lives quite near Zurich and stuff so that’ll make some nice trips.

Eeeeeeeexcited.

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I like being free.

And not for a bad reason haha.

Twas my old primary school. As it’s the 29th Feb, women are supposed to propose to men or something, so some teacher at the school decided to propose to her boyfriend… with the help of thirty 5 year old kids.

It was on BBC Look North at 6.30pm and haha it was AWESOME.

(He said yes :))

(10:51:18 PM) de Wally: there’s this girl in her class
(10:51:24 PM) de Wally: and her name is
(10:51:26 PM) de Wally: Orelie
(10:51:31 PM) de Wally: and I bursted out in laughter
(10:51:36 PM) de Wally: and I asked her
(10:51:39 PM) de Wally: O rly?

Hahahahaha xD

Camera phone in dressing rooms, lol. I’m wearing this to Amy’s party tomorrow.

I had forgotten that Amy’s birthday party on Saturday was fancy dress, with a theme of Fairytales, so in a mad rush I searched around for something I could possibly wear and describe it as ‘fairy-tale-ish’. I now have a great idea. I am going to be Puss in Boots, which considering we’re going out to a student union bar/club sounds a lot sluttier than it will infact be. No I won’t be wearing a catwoman suit a la Halle Berry, a la skintight leathers :/

I’m just going to wear a cat mask (thanks Bob!) and some boots. (And obviously a dress as well).

Awesome innit. I’m really looking forward to going to Durham to see Amy. Starters I’ve never been to Durham before, and secondly, it’s been aaaaages since I’ve seen Amy. She’s so wonderful. This weekend will be ace!

I nearly bought this dress today. I can’t for the life of me think why I didn’t

(It looks a lot nicer on). I think I’ll go back tomorrow and buy it.

Hahaha it makes me laugh to still think about it.

Read this for more info.

Yep it’s a huge big commercial piece of rubbish. Everyone agrees that it is no different to any other day, yet single people still moan about being single, and people in a relationship feel happy they have someone to “be their Valentine”.

So yes, although I don’t go in for the whole tacky and commercial issue of Valentine’s, forgive me that I do feel happy that for the first time in my life I have someone to spend it with, and I know that if I was single I would be saying “pfft Valentines, so cares!” while inside wishing I DID have someone to be with on that day, wishing I had someone to spend it with. But it doesn’t mean that just because I do have a boyfriend that I will go and buy lots of overpriced consumerist rubbish which is pink and fluffy and is in the form of a huge great teddy bear which is holding a heart saying ‘I LOVE YOU’ or something equally sickly. Being Feb 14th doesn’t mean that I suddenly love him more than I do any other day, or that we should do something special just because it’s Valentines. Valentine’s is a poor reason for people to be all lovey-dovey and stuff: if you love someone, you love them every day!

I’ve only ever had one Valentine’s card, but it hardly counts because it was from Amy last year at college, and she wrote it in a German lesson, so it came out as “frohliche Tag des Valentins” haha.

I’m going to listen to my mix CDs from Bob all day and then I shall meet him at the train station tonight. And I can’t wait to see him.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

This picture’s got a woman who looks like you, and a guy who looks just like someone I’ve seen. When it turns out, I hope that it turns out the way that you dreamed.

Long story short, there was a competition at Clare College, Cambridge to display some photos on the wall in somewhere so my brother entered for me and I won 2 spots on the wall! Here, look!

We had a lovely weekend in Cambridge about which I cannot be bothered to write every tiny little detail (it’s boring anyway). Basically we had a nice day out on Saturday and I met up with Joanne briefly for lunch, and then later on we had champagne, wine and Thai food (in that order) to celebrate Alan being 21. I slept at Ted’s house on the floor and got up dead early as he was going to Bedford at some ridiculous hour (well, 8am, that was my lie-in of the week).

Then we came home and I curled up on the backseat of the car and slept with Okkervil River on repeat in my ears. It was a good weekend.

The last few weeks have been pretty great, the next few weeks are going to be awesome, starting tomorrow:

Tomorrow: Get up dead early to go to Cambridge to see brothers (and Joanne)

Next Thursday (Valentines Day): Bob is coming for the weekend :D:D

Weekend after that: Off to Durham for Amy’s birthday!

Mint, that’ll take me to the end of Feb, and then only have a few weeks left at work after that. Travel plans are going well, got a route, now I need to book hostels/inter-rail card x2 and I am practically sorted.

Yay.

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I’m coming into your town. Night is falling to the ground, but I can still see where you loved yourself before he tore it all down. April 12th, with nobody else around, you were outside the house… where’s your mother? When he put you in the car, when he took you down the road. And I can still see where it was open, the door he slammed closed. It was open, the door he slammed closed. It was open, long ago. But don’t lose me now, don’t lose me now. Though I know that I’m not useful anyhow, just let me stick around while I tell you, like before, you should say his name the way that he said yours. But you don’t want to say his name anymore. Oh, Cynda Moore. Baby daughter on the road, you’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat. Well I can still see the cigarette’s heat. I can’t believe all that you’re telling me, what is cutting like the smoke through your teeth as you are telling me forget it. But if I could tear his throat, and spill his blood between my jaws, and erase his name for good, don’t you know that I would? Don’t you realize I wouldn’t pause, that I would cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow never let that happen? Or I’d call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life where they don’t know what he did, tell his brand-new wife and his second kid. And I’ll tell you, like before, that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours, you want no part of his life anymore. Oh Cynda Moore, don’t lose me now, let me help you out. Though I know that I can’t help you anyhow, when I watch you I’m proud. When I tell you twice before that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours, you want no part of his life anymore. Oh Cynda Moore. It’ll never be the way it was before, but I wish that you would let me through that door. Let me through that door, baby.

This has been my favourite song for almost a year. I still can’t get enough of it, and last night, I heard it live! Bob saw Okkervil River live in London, and phoned me during this song YAY!