Mushed

Why do I let other people decide how I’m going to feel? Need to stop being so dependent and live my own life. I was also so good at being alone, at knowing where my life was going and the dreams I wanted to accomplish. And now, my brain constantly feels like mush. 

Sorting Out The Life

It’s been a weird couple of weeks, ever since returning from the States. A little disappointed in myself, because I’ve been sat around doing nothing, and yet, I haven’t posted anything. The sole purpose of this blog so that I didn’t forget my life. I could write a journal I guess, and y’know what, I actually prefer them. But it seems easier to do it this way, and I can add videos and photos.

I have realised that I need to just sort my life out. I would complain in Ashland that all I wanted to do was sit on my bed at home with my cat, wotsits and comfort of being in England, and now that I’m doing just that, I would give absolutely anything to be back in Ashland. Anything. Just need to stop taking things in my life for granted.

Been catching up with my best friends, who I’ve missed so so much, it’s not even real. We went to pizza hut, ate waaay to much and then went bowling! We were going to go to the cinema, but there wasnothing on that tickled my fancy. When it comes to movies, I only really like chick-flicks, happy inspirational films or musicals. P & F took me to see ‘Drive’ back in Ashland, and I hated pretty much every minute of it. One good thing, Ryan Gosling. Ultimate babe. 

Thanks to be Given.

The last time I wrote was November 22^nd, which seems like such a long time ago. So much has happened in the days between then and now. Yet I remember that evening so well. J, T & I were hanging out, bored, getting exciting about the looming thanksgiving trip and all round just lounging about.

Am now not sure whether to explain a different story to the thanksgiving trip; I guess that as it happened, it’s real; it’s the truth, thus nothing to be afraid of.

We left on the Wednesday and travelled to Portland to stay at T’s Aunts house – which was amazing, seriously on the verge of just flying back out to stay there forever more – just for the night. Thanksgiving dinner was spent there too. I was told by pretty much every American that pumpkin pie is to die for; the ultimate American pudding and everyone was 100% sure I would like it, because to them, who couldn’t love pumpkin pie? But let me tell you, it is naaaaaaasty! Bleugh.

We then hit up Seattle taaaawn. Which was beaut as; and we got it on the two days of sunshine that it gets a year! Also on this section of the trip, I shall add that T & I kinda got closer…kiss kiss may have occurred.  Chucked out of an empty mall for running up the down escalators? Yep. Felt like such a reb!

Couple of days later we headed back to T’s Aunts house to break up the drive back from Seattle to Ashland. To which the others found the new couple of T & I weird. Talks were given out to us; we weren’t thaaat bothered seeing as it’s our life ‘n all; and we continued fun relationship.

Back to Ashland we went. 

Whitee?

Anyone who knows me slightly will realize how much I wear white. Like my drawer here at uni is split into two sections, my white tee pile and then every other colour pile, both are about equal height. I don’t know why this is; I just seem to be drawn to them.

And then whenever I go to weddings, white is the colour of all the dresses that I want to wear but cannot because, you just can’t wear white to a wedding.

And then here comes Gossip Girl and their all white part from what, season 2? And ever since I have been hoping for an excuse to pull off such a party or to be invited to one.

I would die for Serena’s dress in that episode. Die. And I hate death.

Where the river runs deeper…

Gangsta on the Ice

On Friday, our supposed friends of our crew went white water rafting without Jen & I. How rude! They know how boring this place is, and they left us here. All day.

:)

So as punishment, we made them go ice skating. Which was so much fun. Thought I was going to be freezing but surprisingly you get kinda hot on the ice. Ever since coming to America, I have had this growing obsession within me with flat caps. I just love them. I’m going to get one before I leave and look like a badass strolling around L.Buzzzz. So I was wearing Tyler’s cap – and gloves, that’s why my hands are so large!

Gotta love Ashland for bringing us to do old school activities.  

In Love with a Coat

Totally seems that way. I generally can never pay a lot for something; it just scares the life out of me! So this coat from American Eagle is $100…that scared me. I had such a saga with buying a coat it was unreal. I literally looked everywhere for a nice, unique-looking coat for this winter. My mum is adamant I could just wear the one I had for last winter, but I accidentally on purpose left it back in England and it started to snow over here so buying a new coat was a must. Mwahahah. I was originally going to buy a cape…’cause nobody has capes. And I hate to look like everyone else. But AE messed up my order (raaah) and the clock was ticking to go to Crater Lake where the snow was as high as can be. So Morgan took me on a last-minute trip to Medford, and this was the only coat that I liked. In love with it now though. Thankfully nobody in England will have it either.