GeekNextDoor..

Don’t cry because it’s over; smile because it happened.

Wednesday 3rd November 2010.

And so it’s a few years on…

and still the worst day of the year…

holding the best memories; =]

and the biggest regrets; =/

… but the memories really do give me the strength I need to proceed.

<3

He drops his suitcase by the door
She knows her daddy won’t be back anymore
She drags her feet across the floor
Tryin’ to hold back time, to keep him holdin’ on

And she says, “Daddy, Daddy, don’t leave
I’ll do anything to keep you
Right here with me
Can’t you see how much I need you??

Daddy, Daddy, don’t leave
Mommy’s sayin’ things she don’t mean
She don’t know what she’s talkin’ about
Somebody hear me out?

“Father, listen
Tell him that he’s got a home
And he don’t have to go
Father, save him
I would do anything in return?

I’ll clean my room, try hard in school
I’ll be good, I promise You
Father, Father, I pray to You”

Now she hasn’t slept in weeks
She don’t wanna close her eyes
‘Cause she’s scared that he’ll leave
They tried just about everything
But it’s gettin’ harder now for him to breathe

And she say, “Daddy, Daddy don’t leave
I’ll do anything to keep you
Right here with me
Can’t you see how much I need you??

Daddy, Daddy, don’t leave
The doctors are sayin’ things they don’t mean
They don’t know what they’re talkin’ about
Somebody hear me out?

“Father, listen
Tell him that he’s got a home
And he don’t have to go
Father, save him
I would do anything in return?

I’ll clean my room, try hard in school
I’ll be good, I promise You
Father, Father, I pray to You?

“Please don’t let him go, I’m beggin’ You so
Let him open eyes, need a little more time
To tell him that I love him more
Than anything in the world, it’s daddy little girl

“Father, listen
Tell him that he’s got a home
And he don’t have to go
Father, save him
I would do anything in return?

I’ll clean my room, try hard in school
I’ll be good, I promise You
Father, Father”

She was daddy’s little girl.

Never take ANYTHING for granted. o_O

I miss him…

lots + lots <3

Do yourself… (and me) a favour, read a dictionary!

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I was planning on ranting about spelling mistakes but I thought I’d broaden it a bit… CHAVS + spelling mistakes. 

Now, chavs I can deal with! But when you’re constantly clogging up my news feed with FINGZ LYK DIS, it makes me feel sick, actually physically ill. Your mum might not have been bothered about getting you up at half 7, cornflakes on the table, timing it perfectly by the clock in the bottom left corner of the GMTV screen, ready to cart you off to school… but my mum was. That doesn’t mean I’m one of a kind either, I was just brought up properly, with the idea that education matters! 

If people naturally can’t spell, that’s fine! I’m not having a go at them people here; I don’t think that I’m above anyone else, it’s just the idiots who do it on purpose! Shortening words would be fine, but 9 times out of 10, the words are the same length… 

AND… 

another stupidly annoying thing is when you see one of them facebook groups, that you would otherwise join, if it weren’t for the word “dat” thrown in there or a missing E off the end of a word.

PEACE OWT BRUV! 

Paedophilia + Murder…

Ohhhh myyyy days! Right, I’ve been obsessed with X factor, Pop Idol, Popstars: The Rivals tralalalala for as long as them silly programs have existed, so you’d think the appearance of five young lads in a pop band calling themselves ‘One Direction’ (One True Voice??) and having stupid “troggy hair” as my mum would call it, would not cause me to react any different to say, the postman bringing me my monthly phonebill… (yawn! yeah,k,whatever.) Here’s where there is a BUT… a massive BUT…

HOW STUNNING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM ARE!

I think you can probably gather that I want them to win, closely followed by “the guy in the cap”, i.e Matt Cardle. He definitely has the best male voice and he’s also stunning. (I’m a girl, what do you expect 8-] )

Aiden Grimshaw, Paije Richardson and Rebecca Ferguson are also some of my faves! Rebecca being a fellow scouser and all ;) 

BUT… OH MY GOD! I could happily strangle Cher Lloyd. Okay yeah, we probably need something different in the charts, something which is not a Simon Cowell robot, something which at least has SOME personality (Leon Jackson? Joe Mcelderry?)… but JESUS CHRIST, what are them faces she pulls? There’s attitude… and then there’s hilarious. 

Katie Waissel doesn’t deserve all the sh*t she’s getting either. Yeah, the poor girl has a HUGE chin and messed up a couple of auditions…? But so did Mrs Attitude and everyone seems to love her! Give poor Katie a break, she’s absolutely stunning and has the most gorgeous voice…

Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Please love, don’t be entering the Chelsea flower show any time soon… appearance definitely does count for something. We already have a SU-BO. Soz.

Hangovers. Uh oooh.

Whilst sitting here, trying to figure out what to blog about, googling for ideas and whatnot… I look around my living room - only to see my five house mates practically DYING because of last nights antics. 

“Last night was amazing” and “BEST NIGHT EVER!!!!” were amongst the many facebook status updates from the ‘Tulketh House Mafia’ (with a lot of spelling mistakes, admittedly!). So yeah, we get all excited for the night, drink a bottle of vodkat or vodkova or vod[insert Russian sounding ending] and then we’re off. It’s defo like a ten-man-mission trying to round us all up around squires, or anywhere really… but in particular squires! The amount of secret tunnels and passages around that club that may seem rather mundane whilst sober, are definitely seen as a 19-year-olds-kiddies-wacky-warehouse to us six lunatics. =]

Back to the point of the blog… which is not the amazing time we seem to have on a night out! It is the way we feel the next day…

Normally we emerge from our rooms around 12ish, gather in someone’s garlic-smelling room (Isobel Louise Ritchie *ahem*) and die. Make-up down our faces, hair stuck together with ketchup from the burgers we thought were God-sends and streaky tan from £8 spray tans (or a bottle of Rimmel!). Attractive souls, we are. 

Then, by about 2pm, it takes one person… just ONE… to mention Mcdonalds. That dreaded word. Quarter pounders all round. With there being six girls here, it usually means one of the boyfriends is up, which is pretty handy… as they have cars, meaning we can have the idea proposed, agreed to, sent for and eaten all within half an hour. Nice.

And now it is midnight the next night and everyone is still ROUGH. This is where there becomes a clear divide between first and second years. Last year, I was out Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… then usually Source over the weekend. 

This year I can barely handle one a fortnight. BAD TIMES.