tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17350181666035056252024-03-06T07:04:40.047+00:00Beneath An Orange SkyThe life and times of a 16 year old boy delving into the proverbial biscuit tin of life!Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-30197928693235764112009-11-15T13:18:00.004+00:002009-11-15T18:58:07.361+00:00Liebesfrühling...Recently, I have been really interested in German Romanticism, and as part of my German A Level course, I have done some extra work at home comprising of some translation of German poetry. Here is my favourite. The translation was all my own work, and the poem itself was written by the German Poet: Friedrick Rückert.<br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br />Original German:<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />Du meine Seele, du mein Herz,</div><div align="center">Du meine Wonne, du mein Schmerz,</div><div align="center">Du meine Welt, in der ich lebe,</div><div align="center">Mein Himmel du, darein ich schwebe.</div><div align="center">O du mein Grab, in das hinab,</div><div align="center">Ich ewig meinem Kummer gab!</div><div align="center">Du bist die Ruh, du bist der Frieden,</div><div align="center">Du bist der Himmel mir beschieden.</div><div align="center">Daß du mich liebst, macht mich mir Wert,</div><div align="center">Dein Blick hat mich vor mich verklärt,</div><div align="center">Du hebst mich liebend über mich, </div><div align="center">Mein guter Geist, mein beßres ich!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Poetic Transaltion....by me :)</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center">You are my soul, my heart,</div><div align="center">You are my bliss, my painful dart, </div><div align="center">You are the world in which I abide, </div><div align="center">You are the heaven through which I glide, </div><div align="center">O you are my grave, which lies below,</div><div align="center">To this I relinquish my eternal woe!</div><div align="center">You are the rest, the harmony,</div><div align="center">You are like the humble sky to me.</div><div align="center">It is your love that gives me grace, </div><div align="center">Your glance transforms me, gives me face.</div><div align="center">With your love you lift me on high,<br />You are my good spirit, my better I.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">There I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did translating it. I think it is a lovely poem. I think that when you read it, it will make you think of someone you love or have a bit of a crush on ;P hehe. </div><div align="left"><br />Yeah, thats about it for the mo. :D<br />Love you all a lot, </div><div align="left">Joey xx </div><br /><div align="center"></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-64474839225159837092009-10-20T14:25:00.006+01:002009-10-20T21:37:24.870+01:00Alexander part 4 (ii)<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">This part of the story marks the start of the blossoming relationship between the two, and is the moment when Josh finally realises what has been staring him in the face all day.<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">***</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">It was so obvious now that I thought about it. All the times he had asked about the guys in my class, showing no interest in the girls. Those sneaky glances throughout Chemistry at me and my more delicate areas. These glances I had completely dismissed, but now that I thought about them, they seemed to leap out from my mind and materialise themselves before my very eyes. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"So, what have you got in your sandwiches?" He asked, trying to change the subject as it was about to wander into realms that he did not want to enter. </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">Did I have feelings for him too? Was that why all those things had been happening to me all day? It would certainly explain why I couldn't stop thinking about him. I wasn't able to concentrate in any of the lessons. I sat there like a lemon, looking at his face in my minds eye, or sometimes actually physically staring at him. When he noticed this in Chemistry, I was so transfixed by his hair that I was about to pour the chemical solution all over myself. He had just smiled and said, "Careful Josh, you might spill that."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Anyone home?" he asked me, and I realised that I had again ignored is questions concerning my sandwiches. He knocked on my head in a joking sort of manner that usually accompanies such phrases. But as he did so, I suddenly grabbed his hand as it touched my head. He jumped, but my hand had already slid into his. This, I must say was completely involuntary. Then, when I realised what had happened, I found myself, fingers interwoven with the new boy under a tree in the golden sunshine. It seemed as though I was in a dream. My brain was still giving me weird convoluted signals. One said remove your hand at once, as you are both boys. But another, stronger voice was telling me of perfection. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Err, Josh?" </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Yes?"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"What are you doing?"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"I don't really know." I said. I didn't know what was happening. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">We sat like that for a moment or two, then I turned and looked right into his deep brown eyes, and then for the first time in my life, everything felt right. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Alex."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Josh?" </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">Suddenly, I had the most clear and powerful urge I have ever felt. I knew what I had to do, it was as though all the light of heaven was dancing upon his delicate face. I brought my other hand up to his face slowly, and stroked his cheek. It was soft and smooth. He blushed. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Josh, what are you doing?" I brought my finger to his lips.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Shhh," I said. Then I did something that I never, even in my wildest dreams, thought I would do, but it was though I was being controlled by some higher being. I slowly brought my head towards his. My heart beat a thousand times a second and I felt butterflies swooping and swarming in my stomach. Closer and closer our lips became until, my lips suddenly and softly touched Alexander's. Electricity seemed to dance between our entwined lips. I felt as though I were floating, suspended in a sea of ecstasy and light. Our kiss lasted but a moment, but it was tender and light. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">When I brought my lips away from Alexander's, he looked as though all his birthdays and Christmases had come all at once. He threw his arms around my neck, and I buried my face in the crook of his slender shoulder. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Oh Josh," he sighed. " I never thought I would ever meet someone like you."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">As we sat there wrapped in each others arms, I finally gave in to the voice that had been calling me all day. It was the voice of my heart and I let it sing. Some people say that love comes through years of working on a relationship, but the love that I felt for Alexander wasn't that sort of love, it was a deep powerfully emotive love, that surfaced almost immediately. Love at first sight is the only way I can explain it. Even though I had only known Alexander for but a few hours, I felt as though I had been searching my entire life to find him. It felt so right to touch him, to kiss him. How could I possibly ever let him go? </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"I don't really understand what is happening. But I know that I don't ever want to be away from you," I whispered into his ear. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">"Does it matter, I have finally found the boy I have been searching for. Oh Josh!" He said, and kissed my cheek. I pulled back and looked into his deep chestnut eyes and felt all my problems melt away, like twigs blown in a breeze.<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">***</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">Well guys, there you go. Tube (or TUNE in -- thanks Rowan for spotting that one!) in for the next installment, which you may like to here, gets much more exciting!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">Lots of love, </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">Joey xxx</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"></span></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-63535483038337425532009-10-20T12:30:00.002+01:002009-10-20T13:06:21.200+01:00Alexander part 4 (i)<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, guys, sorry about the wait but here is the next bit of Alexander. As I have said before, I am trying to establish the characters, and then you can enjoy the more exciting bits....if you catch my drift! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">***</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The lunch bell sounded. A conical flask filled with some viscous purple liquid effervesced loudly on the bench in front of me. I picked it up and poured its bubbling contents down the sink. I placed the now empty flask at the front of the lab and walked back to my bench. Alexander was already packed and ready. His bag, slung over his slender shoulders was full with homework and text books. My work was still sprawled on the desk. I began to pack it away. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"What do you normally do for lunch?" He asked. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Well," I said, stuffing chemistry textbooks into my satchel. "It depends on what you feel like. I normally sit with Charlie and occasionally a few other people, and we just chat and eat. Have you got a packed lunch?"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Yes, I think so. Mum gave me one this morning," he said, checking his bag. He nodded, obviously assured that he had something to eat. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"We can do what ever you want, your the new one, your choice. What do you think?" I asked. He made a humming noise as he thought. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Could we sit on the field or something? At my old school, that's what I used to do. Just you and me?" Odd, I thought, but agreed, for some reason I felt as though I would do anything for this boy. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Sure no problem. Might have to watch out for footballs though," I said, grinning. "The lower years seem to be always playing some sort of ball game, and for some reason, they always seem</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to gravitate towards me." I shook my head. He laughed. We did sit on the field, despite my worries about flying footballs, but we needn't have worried, the footballers left us well alone. Perhaps they knew something was going to happen.<br />We sat under the big tree at the top of the field, a favourite spot of mine, we sat next to each other of course, he was on my left. The tree offered us some much appreciated shade, and provided some privacy, as it was hard to see people sat under this tree. We ate and talked for a while, just about the general workings of the school, he asked about different people in the form and what they were like. His hippy-like laugh, which occasionally rose from his full lips, sounded like pure sunshine to my ears. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Have you got a girlfriend?" Alexander asked, mouth full of sandwich. I had just been describing the relationship between Katie and Sam, two people in our form, who had been an item for well over a year. That might not sound like a long time, but to a teenager that was an obscenely long time for a relationship. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"No, I haven't." I replied. I hadn't had a girlfriend for almost two years. People kept asking me out on dates and such, because apparently I was quite good looking, in a geeky way. I, however hadn't even had the remotest of urges towards the girls who were practically throwing themselves at my feet. I was beginning to wonder why. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Why not?" Damn. He had asked the question, I had hoped I wouldn't have to answer. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Well, I suppose that I am looking for the right person," I answered truthfully. He nodded in understanding. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"I agree. Do toy think you will know that person when they come around?"</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"I suppose so," I said looking at him. "Well, I hope so." He smiled and my heart fluttered. I blushed crimson.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br />"What?" He asked, obviously my cheeks were very noticeable. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Erm nothing," I said quickly.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br />What was going on, why am I blushing every time Alexander smiles? Then it slowly began to dawn on me, that these feelings, the ones for Alexander might actually be more than just the feelings of an initial friendship. But they couldn't be, could they? It was impossible. He was another boy, albeit a beautiful and radiant boy. What do these thoughts mean? I tried desperately to push them aside, so that I could ponder on them further at a later date. I tried to change the subject.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?" Somewhere, deep at the back of my mind, hidden, a small voice was begging and wishing that he didn't have a girlfriend. I mentally told it to be quiet. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"No I don't," He said. The small voice shouted excitedly. "To be brutally honest, I have never had a girlfriend. He sighed. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Really," I said astonished. "Why not? Gee, If I was a girl I would be all over you in seconds."</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"You still could," He whispered.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"What was that?" </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Erm, well I just meant that.....well...erm." He said quickly, the words tumbling out of his mouth. Suddenly a laugh rose unbidden from his small frame. A nervous laugh. It was a laugh that said, "I just messed up big time!" But if I was reading that laugh correctly, what had he gotten wrong? Then I replayed what he had just said again in my mind. He had said it in a way that was almost meant for his ears alone. It had seemed to slip out, as though his brain had hiccuped and out it came. But what could it mean? Oh come on Josh, think. Then, like a tonne of bricks it hit me in the face. My heart jumped with the realisation of what was happening. I drew in a breath.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">***</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There is the first part of the fourth installment of Alexander, check back soon for the next bit. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love to all, </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Joey..xxxx</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-69605812301338452632009-10-20T12:01:00.006+01:002009-10-20T12:24:31.342+01:00Sitting atop a lily pad....Hi there everyone. Again, it seems to be that it is a huge gap between this post and my last. I don't understand it! Lol. But anyway. Hi guys. :)<br /><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Feeling good at the moment, just broke up for half term (that's the beauty of going to a private school, more holidays!), gonna chill out this week and next, lord knows i need it. The last few weeks at school have been manic. The play is going well, got a rehearsal on Thursday, chamber choir is fantabulous as per usual. And I am singing Ombra Mai Fu at the autumn concert. (For those who don't know its part of Handel's Xerxes, and is beautiful. I am also singing the recite before it as well, which is really fun. :D </div><div><br /></div><div>What else has been happening? Erm, I am the school council representative for my form, and I am on the school chess team. Yeah, so busy bust busy for me at the mo. As well as this I have to fit in all the copious amounts of homework that seems to come my way at the moment. I have just finished a story for my German class, entitled "Fred der Frosch". It is about Fred the frog who gets turned into a prince. My friend Emily and I had great fun working on it together. </div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Came out to several more people recently. Slowly but surely more and more people know :D</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>OH! just spent the weekend in Cornwall, with my family, it was lovely. We stayed in a small holiday park just outside ST. Ives, and mooched on the beach all weekend. It was great, the only downside was that we didn't get round to going to the Tate. I was gutted, there was an exhibition on magic and mysticism, which sounded great!! But we did eat lots of Cornish ice cream and fudge and we lunched on Cornish PASTIES!! I must say, that whilst the Cornish accent does nothing for me, their snacks are pretty darn good!! :D</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Also, I'm going out Friday night. I'm quite excited. To be honest, sometimes I am bit of social retard :S Normally not of my doing, but the parties and stuff that people go always seem to clash with something that I have already planned, but going out Friday should be good. Lol, maybe I will have to get some people to come with me to the gay bar we have in the city! :D lol, that would be fun! </div><div></div><br /><div>Before I go, I would just like to ask, have any bloggers been watching the British Talent competition, the X factor??? Well, I suggest that you do, for have any of you seen the 16 year old Welsh boy, Lloyd Daniels? I have to say that I find him rather attractive, (and just between us, he is pretty much the only reason I watch it now!!) Here, see what you think: </div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394640387495488290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LXrulDndclYsth-r0VeryW0lbSfql1Zw91ZksNXHw5eRI1ntADtzpyZzZbQ9XltPAJUuX68IsXfzdTMUjdc3jM23WK7gzD0FSUOBL_zpM4rrJln_0YlUxzyKXhrVGMh822F7oxLX948/s400/lloyd.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p></p><p>Well, I think he is fit!! :D Hehe,</p><p>Love you all a lot, Joey xxx</p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-31174946746298102462009-09-24T21:27:00.006+01:002009-09-24T22:03:03.378+01:00...deep inside the corners of my mind, I'm attached to you.<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Good evening.<br /><br />Its been one of those weeks. I dunno, I just have been feeling a bit crappy lately. I have a bad head cold, which I can't shift, I have tried everything, but I can't get rid of my constant headache and blocked nose. Not good.<br />One of my Art teachers has really been getting on my nerves recently as well. I dunno why, she is a nice person, but doesn't understand me, and her teaching methods clearly reflect this. She won't let me experiment with different media. But such is life, so we must keep going. I had a bit of a go at her on Monday, she seemed a bit shocked. OOPS. oh well, I saw her today and she was like,<br /><br />"Mellowed yet?"<br />"Just about," I said, and she laughed. I don't think that there will be any lasting damage. But it was annoying because she annoyed me and put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day. You know when you are in a bad mood and then everything seems to be against you? Yeah that's what the last few days have been like. I think that I am just being a moody teenager. Although I must say, that I am not really that moody at all, I just feel slightly depressed that's all. But I will soldier on, and get through it!<br /><br />However, it is not all doom and gloom, I am going to London on Saturday. The rest of my subjects, that I'm taking this year are going really well, I am especially enjoying Philosophy. Toady we were looking at Hume's criticisms of William Paley's Teleological argument. It was brilliant. In <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">latin</span> we are translating Book VIII of Ovid's Metamorphoses, well the first 400 lines at least. And we read the Town and the Country mouse, the original poem by Horace. Really interesting stuff. German is ticking along nicely, bit by little bit.<br /><br />School in general is actually really good, I like being a Sixth Former, I feel as though I have some power, certainly as a school prefect!<br /><br />But, to come back to my earlier point. I really want a boyfriend! I know I have been saying that for months, but it hasn't changed. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bestest</span> friend has got a new girlfriend recently, and I must say that I am really jealous of her. The way he looks at her, I wish he looked at me like that. I know he never would, but I still dream.<br />There is a rather yummy new boy this year, he has one of the nicest bottoms I have ever seen. He seems really superficial, and apparently is quite rude. But he really is HOT. He plays rugby and when I am waiting to be picked up after school, I sometimes see them train, and he always wears one of those skin tight skin things, that keep you warm, but unlike the others he doesn't have a rugby shirt over the top, so you can see the contours of his torso perfectly. He is dreamy. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hehe</span>, I caught myself staring and I distinctly remember thinking:<br />"Come on! Get a Grip! Like he is going to be gay!"<br />I know that he could be, but I have almost given up on ever finding someone. Maybe one day someone will come along. But at the moment I do feel quite alone. My family of course are always there, but it is a different sort of loneliness, it is a companionship that I long for. I could, and I know for a fact that I could, go out tomorrow and pick up at least 5 girls. There are several who have fancied me for ages. But obviously I don't want them, not because they are unattractive, but because I need a boy to cuddle!!!! I know I probably sound like I am moaning about trivial things, but I dunno, they seem to be the things that are getting to me at the moment. Especially this thing about not having someone. I have tried to tell about 5 different people, that I am gay, but I just cant say it. Again my voice gets stuck and then the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">opportunity</span> seems to pass. Maybe if I did come out, I would stand a better chance of finding someone. Ugh. I don't know what I should do anymore. Again, I want to tell people but I cant physically do it. Why am I such a pussy??<br /><br />Anyway, recently I have been listening to Ryan Cabrera, a brilliant musician, and the song that I find most poignant at the moment is TRUE, the lyrics sum up my feelings at the moment:<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I won't talk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I won't breathe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I won't move til you finally see</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">that you belong with me </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you might think </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">that I don't look</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but deep inside the corners of my mind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm attached to you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm weak</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It's true</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cuz</span> I'm afraid to know the answer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">do you want me too?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cuz</span> my heart keeps falling faster</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I've waited all my life to cross this line</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to the only thing that's true</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">so I will not hide</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It's time to try</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">all my life I've waited</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">this is true. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You don't know</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">what you do </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">every time you walk into the room</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm afraid to move</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm weak </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It's true</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm just scared to know the ending </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">do you see me too?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">do you even know you met me?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I've waited all my life.....this is true. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So yeah. That about sums up my feelings at the moment. Bit here and there. But that's how I feel.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Much love, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A very sleepy and emotionally tired Joey xx </span></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-3011345536000703512009-09-12T23:54:00.004+01:002009-09-13T00:00:43.017+01:00Short but Sweet....<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Heyloo</span> everyone.<br /><br />Currently sitting up in bed. Haven't posted for ages. Really sorry about that, back to school has been crazy and I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooo</span> much work its unbelievable.<br /><br />But, I thought I would just say, that I am not ignoring all of you, I just haven't got round to blogging or replying to my emails.<br /><br />Anyway, just a quick thing. There is this new boy at my school this year, he is yummy yummy yummy. I hope I can talk to him and stuff. He is called Ben. He seems lovely.<br /><br />Anyway. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> off to bed, i need some sleep desperately (I was woken up at 6am this morning by my dog barking and couldn't get back to sleep. UGH)...<br /><br />Right. Night.<br /><br />Lots of love,<br /><br />J xx</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>ps.....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380719570374145922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2NaoHIG6O8mStsIOqCY36AVlboFae-mpvuF_bBrZu15vOEBSYqjPOBfRgt0uYJqqc91iX7tqM2zm0bxY0BskXNbgswVSliGnV-BGOUwTIErPFGGE7o6iV5JgpFeaoX8DWQRSB4fxHQK0/s400/randy_shelly_1233950633.jpg" border="0" /></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-87420856502042078462009-08-30T10:59:00.007+01:002009-08-30T11:50:57.491+01:00Agnosticism and Cynicism, an explanation into my Beliefs<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Good morning everyone. It's just past 9 o'clock here, on a cloudy Sunday morning. I'm sitting at my dining room table, listening to some music, and I have been watching the old grannies and grandads, walking to the small church that's near my house. So, I thought I would talk about religion for a while. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Firstly, my father and my step-mother are completely 100% theist, (Christian orientated!), and when I was younger, they took me to their church every Sunday, which was an Evangelical church. It was very "happy-clappy", with lots of "Hallelujah!!" and "Praise Jesus!!" and all the rest of it. That didn't really gel with me. Yes, the music is very good music. -- I particularly liked the guitar parts, which were a mix of soft rock and folk. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">However, I have been baptised and confirmed a Christian, but in the last few years, as I have learned more of the theoretical side of the major religions, I have come to the conclusion that maybe traditional Christianity does not answer all my questions, and neither does any other single organised religion. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I think that because my father and step-mother threw me in the deep end of organised religion so to speak, as they "found God", I sort of have a bit of a bad experience as I think that I just wasn't ready to live the life that the Pastor preached and that pressure has darkened my view of Christianity somewhat. I've established that this is the root of my cynicism. I certainly look down my nose sometimes at religion, and sometimes it is simply a cold academic subject for me. But that is too harsh. I do believe in something! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I find that all the major religions have elements within them, that I agree with, the morals of Christianity and Buddhism particularly. But then some of Judaism makes sense to me too. Therefore I must declare that whilst I believe in something, nothing within any religion I have come across has answered everything and therefore I cannot call myself a theist, as I cannot say that I intrinsically believe in a singe god. Well, that rules out any monotheist based religions -- Christianity, Judaism, Islam. But similarly I cannot comprehend the Hindu faith with its hundreds of Gods, a Polytheist religion. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But at the same time, I don't believe that there is simply a void, a nothingness within the celestial planes. Therefore I cannot call myself an atheist, as I do believe in something. If I cannot call myself either a Theist or an Atheist then I must be an agnostic.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">(quick little note -- The "a" prefix before a word, making it negative, is of Greek origin. Where an alpha was used as a negative. Therefore Agnosticism, is simply a-gnosticism, and gnosticism derives from the Greek verb gignosko meaning to know, realise or understand. So Agnosticism is simply un-knowing or un-understanding.)</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Now, we have established, that I am in fact an Agnostic. I would like to define what <em>sort </em>of agnostic I am. Through research I have established that I am an Apathetic, or Pragmatic Agnostic. This is because as I said, the religions I have studied have not answered my questions, and like many before me, my questions focus on the bad things in the world. Suffering, how can a God allow these things to happen. The arguments, arguing either to prove an existence of God or disprove it, seem to focus around this point. Suffering. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Holocaust theology has shown me many arguments for disproving the existence of God, but it is has also thrown up some theories that seem entirely plausible, such as free will. I won't go into to too much detail, if you wish to read further, here is a link: </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holocaust_theology"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holocaust_theology</span></a></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">In conclusion, the beliefs that I hold, cannot be categorised into a single faith. I suppose in a way my mind holds a strange amalgamation of beliefs. So, maybe I will have to post a post that tries to explains what I am trying to explain here!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I really hope that some of this made sense....I am trying to put into words, something that I believe in, I find it difficult to express all that I want to express without writing thousands and thousands of words. If you have any questions, I shall answer them, but basically this entire post was to establish that I am not really sure what is out there, but if we are indeed modelled on it, then its temperament will probably not be the all loving God of Christianity, but its moods will be like that of the sea, ever changing sometimes calm, yet sometimes vicious and treacherous. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So. Yeah. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Joey xx</span>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-50373040425940703522009-08-27T16:24:00.003+01:002009-08-27T16:38:38.515+01:00Results, Pizza and A Big Smile<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well hello my lovlies! :) </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Today has been a fabulous day. It was the dreaded GCSE results day, and I'm sure if you have ever had to wait for really important exam results, you can appreciate how nervous I was. The pressure to succeed and the fear of failure meant that I hardly ate or slept yesterday. I went to bed around 1am, and was awake at 6. So I must say, that I do feel quite tired actually. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But my results were amazing :) I am so proud. I got, as I know you are all bursting to find out:</span> <br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">3 A*s </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">7 A s</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>and 2 B s.</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I am very happy. The B's were in ICT -- who needs ICT anyway? I can use the Internet, as is evident by my blog, I can type and I can create a spreadsheet. What more can they possibly teach me? So I really didn't care for that subject, so I did no revision at all. I think a B is very acceptable.-- The other was for English Lit, which I bumped up from a C to a B, by resisting a module, which I got an A in. So, overall I wasn't fussed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But it was my A's in both Latin and Classical Greek, that had me jumping up and down. I worked my stripey little socks off for both of those exams spending hours in revision sessions both in school and at home. I think I put more work in for those than in all my other subjects put together. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">My A*'s were in Art and Design (I was expecting that), Religious Studies (no surprise, I came top of the year in the mock examination) and English Language (which I must say was a bit of a surprise, but I suppose my blog is testament to the fact that I can write!!). </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So, overall I am an extremely happy chappy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">My lovely family took me out for a celebratory meal, and unbeknown to me had had balloons and banners and a cake prepared. It was absolutely brilliant. We had such fun. I felt really important, which is a real change, as the younger children tend to have all the attention. So, YAY!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Erm, the only real reason for this post, was to tell you all about my results and stuff. Oh! and I got in to my sixth form, :) Which is such a relief off my shoulders. So, that's about it for now. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love you all, </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Joey xxx</span>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-55767214456438054432009-08-18T11:48:00.010+01:002009-08-18T12:08:00.082+01:00I want to melt every time I look in those deep, dark eyes...<div align="center">SO YUMMY</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371255065620443394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmIL7oSfnW_VEg_FhS4XKo6nVoudiXzf2eQdxhk8CM_UqOKrh4vhFqC6areGPRCxzSpZhCwLHSUlbDWMcNHUI3MoYxyehVkm0QsPiBV2PluyZmlONzth2aBkoFSsPGPeRKUM9maWjOVv4/s400/x06.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfmN6aOwiNooFRyCbFhyphenhypheniqgJ5CD6jCfd95Wbc_SqbPOHxgS38ldPMWi0jfr2OhS8mx6lZfbaTjCg1jSBu0H2hdTZ5NNg9IAprhAodTKKFAU5wgFTEechswAvkQ9Obch0ZaEbNpnzj3-E/s1600-h/edpr8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371257531691191986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfmN6aOwiNooFRyCbFhyphenhypheniqgJ5CD6jCfd95Wbc_SqbPOHxgS38ldPMWi0jfr2OhS8mx6lZfbaTjCg1jSBu0H2hdTZ5NNg9IAprhAodTKKFAU5wgFTEechswAvkQ9Obch0ZaEbNpnzj3-E/s400/edpr8.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371254524027659538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDi50e2dgNnhp8MoLz2DmrTRTfdzs_z_y_EfgVrztqok0aaAyP1trzg-5AaJ4BtqaarBUiQTi8rfYqvWRVKYw2j_g6HOSoJJG9ec2HqsN_8Y-DbadXPLeyWDMUwY4pOgTW-mvTaMGsE6Q/s320/Braces.jpg" border="0" />BRACESSS!!!! CUTE :):):)</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ORc3onRIZfYE5sS-tra2f4UQ-sO0dpBaIfu6E4JD3ddDfVh2fjACw_vU_Ps2xYg_ZHw3M_e4zzkvnr-HjFOYvfirupjSmgY71F-a2aBShtoumyLAQDBaYGUQ6-P24oPHPtzw6mSmjQM/s1600-h/IMG_64_jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371257341446355378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ORc3onRIZfYE5sS-tra2f4UQ-sO0dpBaIfu6E4JD3ddDfVh2fjACw_vU_Ps2xYg_ZHw3M_e4zzkvnr-HjFOYvfirupjSmgY71F-a2aBShtoumyLAQDBaYGUQ6-P24oPHPtzw6mSmjQM/s400/IMG_64_jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I love this pout :)</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7P-Y9woC645NDYYMQO2QvGhzpAk4dLFn_js_ehE1B7tHO9ph9_tPWIrdslEv42aHr_DJRvot9YqGMjqCGV5uaUWjs5BYtECkZrxrbDWRBXYcB9a1qvzHXiwXOlAcc9G2M3mysPD7PQ0/s1600-h/2933876685_c8211b80e8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371255396752055986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7P-Y9woC645NDYYMQO2QvGhzpAk4dLFn_js_ehE1B7tHO9ph9_tPWIrdslEv42aHr_DJRvot9YqGMjqCGV5uaUWjs5BYtECkZrxrbDWRBXYcB9a1qvzHXiwXOlAcc9G2M3mysPD7PQ0/s400/2933876685_c8211b80e8.jpg" border="0" /></a> NICE tummy<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>I decided that I haven't really posted any pictures for a while. I was just browsing my pictures, and came across a little secret folder I made a few months ago. It was hiding amongst some pictures of Van <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gogh</span>, i have on my PC. Well here are some of them that I found.</div><div></div><div>I like them. </div><div></div><div>(This post is very centered!) Interesting.</div><div></div><div>Love</div><div>You </div><div>All</div><div>x</div></div></div></div><br /></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-33854840053337908402009-08-18T11:16:00.004+01:002009-08-18T11:46:12.505+01:0050 Gay Things About Me You Didn't Know.......Until NOW!!!!<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Haha, well a small project I have been working on this week. Thought you might like a bit more of an insight into my mind as a 16 year old poof! I say that with pride! Here are 50 things about me, my straight friends would probably not say that apply to them. Wonder what they would say, as being "camp", if still frowned upon. Not that I am really camp. Actually despite these things, that you will read momentarily I am one of the least camp people you will probably ever meet. I suppose that's how I have been able to hide my true sexuality. So enjoy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">1. I LOVE BOYS!!!1 <-- The most important fact about me I think. (hence why it is number 1!!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">2. I love Musicals </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">3. I HATE contact sports, but love the showers after</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">4. I fuss over my hair WAYYY too much</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">5. I have 3 different brands of moisturiser on my bedside table</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">6. I love clothes shopping</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">7. My favourite colour is purple</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">8. When I was little I once had the the choice of either a baby doll or a toy truck...I'll let you guess which one I </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">chose!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">9. My wallpaper on my PC is Jesse Mccartney (**Actually I've changed it since, I started this post, its now </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Skandar Keynes =] )</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">10. I have been known to use the phrase "Fabulous!!"..but only once or twice, and thankfully everyone thought it </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">was a joke.....it wasn't </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">11. My favourite film is Billy Elliot </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">12. I love dancing, and used to do ballet :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">13. I have to go to a "stylist" to get my hair cut, a simple men's barber just won't do for me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">14. I HATE football</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">15. Chavs scare the shit out of me. (I really have an element of the posh snob about me....hehe, I think it is my b</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">est feature!! =P )</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">16. I way more comfortable around girls....I feel as though I can be myself</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">17. I have a poster of Billy Elliot the Musical on my Wall. (Seen it 3 times!!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">18. I have over 20 pairs of shoes</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">19. I own 3 Kylie CD's....but what 16 year old boy doesn't?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">20. I own a "man-bag", but I prefer to think of it as a satchel</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">21. When I was little I wanted to be a ballet dancer (not sure if my parents knew....?!?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">22. I despise tracksuits, and will only wear one for sport and then only if I have too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">23. I check my hair in shop windows, I can't help it, it HAS to be done. I think I have a touch of OCD....??</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">24. My ideal birthday present is tickets to a London West End Show. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">25. I always have a bracelet of some kind on. I have 3 friendship bracelets on my left hand, and 2 on my right. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The ones on my right are pink and green. On my left, patterned.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">26. I have "It's raining men" on my Ipod. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">27. My mum told me that she once found me trying on her makeup (I was 5 ok!?!?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">28. I am scared of wasps.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">29. I love baking!! :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">30. I am real extrovert.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">31. Haha, the only reason that I auditioned for my first school play, (and I got the part!), was because the boy I </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">had a massive crush on "Him" -- If you were wondering who -- was auditioning too. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">32. My favourite flower is the rose </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">33. I am A HOPELESS ROMANTIC</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">34. I don't really like violence.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">35. I value women's opinions (something my straight friends certainly don't seem to do!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">36. I hate it when the guys I know talk about football for AGES. Its soooooo boring</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">37. I know how to do the YMCA, The Mackerena, Time Warp and Thriller really well!! :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">38. I I am really really chatty. I could gossip for hours. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">39. I love watching sad romantic films. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">40. I always prefer to buy branded things....they make me feel wealthy! :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">41. The other day one of my friends said, "I could shag that Megan Fox!!", and I said "Who?" </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">42. If my mum has any of those trashy celeb magazines, I am compelled to read them. Whilst I will never buy </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">one, if they are there, it would be rude not to read them surely??!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">43. I love expensive clothes</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">44. I have been known to plan my outfits weeks in advance -- Granted it was for a party!!.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">45. My outfits have to colour-coordinate as well, even down to boxers and socks. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">46. I once got caught "peeking" at one of my friends in the changing rooms. -- I quickly made something up </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">about I couldn't find my shoe or something. Thankfully they did not pursue the matter further.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">47. I love Hilary Duff as an Actress. I have ALL her films. Oh and all her CD (God I need a life!!) </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">48. I like sunbathing</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">49. I love classical music - especially Italian Opera. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">50. Like girls, I am way too good at keeping secrets. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There you go. Hope you enjoyed this insight.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love you all,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Joey xxxx</span>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-87570380401864172642009-08-08T12:36:00.008+01:002009-08-08T17:21:40.389+01:00Hair and Shopping<span style="font-family:times new roman;">At the moment, I am sitting at my dining room table, listening to You Me At Six, and singing very loudly. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I dunno what to talk about, but I just wanted to post. SO. Whats new?? Erm, well, I bought some clothes yesterday! Woopeee non? I bought a pair of purple shoes from Topshop...erm a Blue duffel coat and a pair of stripey shorts. I had some money left from my travels in France, so I thought "why not?". I love shopping. There is something supremely satisfying about going into a shop, finding something you like, trying it on, seeing that it looks Great and then buying it. The woman on the till asked me if I was 18 as well! Which was quite good really. So apparently I look 18! Haha, that is probably due to my new hair! Yup, Finally got round to getting the CHOP! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I shall try to describe to you lovely people what my hair now looks like. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Let us use some diagrammatic examples</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Joey's Hair BEFORE:<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367558226020673378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbT1RqqY2ddFmxGHly7OlSMtwerepkmnP7Z8j8pjdpbgBbm8ipbhYobM0gYUUwPvh6MBzQNXRAUcWfMuVdNCR9dkst6SUYUKhtwrAQBQsxE3gGlS0ysjyn9XrtgTENBwOiE6Vwrnmw14/s320/longice_broch_erraticB.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I love having long hair. It makes me stand out from the crowd (certainly at my school). But I have to admit that it was getting a weee bit <strong>CRAZY.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">AND Joey's Hair now......</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367558219688721314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqA5wZoKxLlsOLqTI3ijNkWoMD4HOWPEVMiMWTB3QueJXobzWH9Kj5Uas0QkAduxtuMzg2O4Ce-MwVHMQlwuuNexNROCnuG8THy0w0OPGaxJLlZzSlflGsTupqsI-l6XTUxfWQli5g8I/s320/guys_hairstyle.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I think it looks much better! It actually DOES look like this, so I am a happy bunny. My grandma says I look like a "Handsome Boy". As long as I have the approval of my Grandma, I am pleased. hehe. It is shorter, but suits me more I think...and it will grow! :) :)<br /><br />Well, tis it for now I think.<br /><br />Love you all,<br /><br />J xxx</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">ps. These pictures are not of me...but the hair styles are as close as I can find to mine :)</span></p>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-71786622285004254702009-08-03T01:23:00.004+01:002009-08-03T11:15:16.075+01:00The Most Personal One Yet!!!<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, I find myself at the moment up at 1:23 am, and I can't sleep. I am probably <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WAYYY</span> too tired, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mehh</span>. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">want</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BLOGGG</span>.<br /><br />I am trying to find something to write about. I know, my favourite topic: ME!<br /><br />What can I tell you that you don't already know?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hmmm</span>, lets <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">seee</span> some basics again:<br /><br />Height - 5'11<br />Weight - 10st<br />Six pack - a little<br />Eye colour - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bluey</span> grey<br />Tan - YES<br />Hair - floppy, swept to the side and light brown<br /><br /><br /></span><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Things You Might Want To Know</span></strong></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Size (You know what I mean) - 6.5<br />How Often - every other day<br />Favourite Place To - in the shower<br />Weirdest Place I Have - in the cinema (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hehe</span>, I am naughty!!)<br />Hair Colour - dark brown<br />Trimmed? - Yes<br />Fetishes (sort of) - tummies and hands<br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Hehe</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">that's</span> the most information I have given so far. I suppose if you want more, you just have to ask!! ;)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Hehe</span>!!!<br /><br />Love<br /><br />J xx</span>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-13668810439361378102009-08-02T23:36:00.005+01:002009-08-02T23:59:00.316+01:00The boy of my dreams...shame he was French!!<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, I can't neglect my duty in telling you about the French Boy who made my holiday! He was, on looks alone one of the most perfect boys I have ever seen. I can't believe that I will probably never see him again. I m<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ay</span> come down to the same part of France, but our paths will probably not cross again. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">**sigh**</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">He was our waiter in one of the restaurants we ate in. He must have been around 16, maybe 17. Tallish, and very slim although I think he had a "swimmers" body, slim and toned. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">That's</span> what I imagine anyway! :)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But MY GOD!!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It was not the food I was drooling over, but him! I think I ordered pasta, and it tasted all the better as it was brought by him. Here was a feast not for my stomach but for my eyes! So, he was tall and trim and had dark hair. Cut fairly short, although not overly. And (in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">opinion</span> as all great hair does) it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">flopped</span> gently over his forehead, in the cutest way, to the left I think it was. He had the most livid green eyes. Emerald eyes. They complemented his tanned complexion and dark hair perfectly. And those eyelashes! They looked as though they belonged on the pages of vogue, not on a French teenage boy!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ahh</span>! Just thinking about him, makes me go weak at the knees (good thing I'm in bed!). The fact that he was our waiter meant that I talked to him, albeit briefly and in very limited French. But I smiled at him at lot and he returned it. I asked him how he was when I first saw him. Very good he replied, in a baritone voice that sounded silky smooth! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And his smile! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">WOWZA</span>! It was incredible, pearly whites enveloped in luscious red lips, that I longed to be able to kiss. His whole face lit up with that smile and he was just beautiful. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But the best thing that happened with regard to this beautiful boy, was that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">every time</span> he took a plate or a glass from the people sitting on the opposite side of the table (as we were next to a wall), he had to reach over me, and I was in HEAVEN! I could smell his aftershave he was that close!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">As he picked up one glass, he looked right at me and smiled. I could have melted right on the spot, there and then and been happy. Then he bustled off, glass in hand and left me staring after him like some love sick puppy!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The final incident, was completely accidental. He was walking past me and I was talking about something and waved my arms in some over-exaggerated gesture and I lightly bashed his bum with my hand! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">OOPSS</span>!! I apologised at once, although inside I was going:</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY</span>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I had lots of time to check him out all over, and I have dreamed about what lay under that slim <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">fitting</span> black t-shirt. I can only imagine!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Who, knows maybe our paths will cross one day, it is very unlikely but who knows. I hope they do, because he really was the perfect boy for me!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, there you have it. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Joey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">xxxx</span></span></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-80855847007149619882009-08-01T23:51:00.002+01:002009-08-02T00:23:34.580+01:00My Holiday!!<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, my little Cherubs! Hello, Bonjour, Salut and all the rest of them. Long time no write on my part. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, it wasn't all my fault. I didn't quite realise which part of France we were coming to, and it turned out to be a very southern part of France, down by Avignon. Where we stayed, a small village just outside Nimes, there was no Internet connection at all. To get one would have meant going into Avignon or Nimes, and possibly using the library or something. And as my family still don't know, I didn't think telling them I wanted to blog about all the cute French Boys was a good idea. So unfortunately I wasn't able to blog, for the whole period, but I wrote a few posts and did some bits and bobs, which I can now post all at once and you get lots of things. How lovely for you!!! :) </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, then! What a holiday I had, it was quite Lovely! The weather on average was above 30'c everyday, which was perfect for lounging about by the pool, with a good book soaking up some much needed rays and chilling out. With all the shit that has been going down recently in my family, some chillaxing time was very much appreciated. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I have a tan!! Hahahahaaaa!!!! Wohhoooooo. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The reason I am so excited is that I never get a tan normally. When I go on holiday, normally one of two things happens, and they are thus:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">1] I come back looking just as pasty as I did when we left Britain, I think that is because I am conscious of getting burnt (see reason 2), so I slather myself in sun cream and then don't tan because I am too well protected. Ugh</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">2] I BURN!!!! I don't know why I am so susceptible to burning. But I am and when I burn, I really burn. It is nasty. Granted it does go brown once I have peeled, which tends to be about 2 weeks after I get back, most inconvenient. And looking like a tomato in front of all my friends is not an appealing thought. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But I TANNED. Haha, so happy bunny am I. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We stayed, as I said in a small village just outside Nimes. It was a nice little town and there was Plenty of Cotes de Rhone wine, which I have a newly found liking for. I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing that I now like wine. It may lead down the twisty turny route to alcoholism! Hehe, oh well, I suppose I can now call myself a real teenager (by today's standards at least), as we are compelled to drink some form of Alcohol. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So, the town had several lovely little restaurants which we ate in, and we went to loads of different restaurants around and about the region. I certainly ate some new and interesting things. Some of the weirder were:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Taureau - Bull</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Calmar- Squid (which was really nice, not rubbery as one might think)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Oh and not weird but UBER tasty - Creme Brulee, which I had no less than 5 times at different restaurants during our stay. The best one came out still on FIREEEEEEEE!! Exciting stuff, although I must say that the waitress looked slightly scared that she would set something else on fire. Funny though, and very tasty. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The weirdest thing? Caviar of Aubergine, served on French toast, it looked like a pile of shit, but tasted unusually nice. I think I must be a bit mad to like it, but hey ho! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We went to the beach on several occasions. I am such a beach person! I love lounging on the sand watching the world go by, and swimming in the sea is so much better than a pool, although having our own pool was mighty fine! We checked out the local stuff as well, and sea-side towns do have the best shops in my opinion. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">In the evenings we entertained ourselves with games:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Monopoly</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Scrabble </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Boggle - Legend game</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Cards - mainly Gin Rummy, and occasionally Bastard Brag or Cribbage (Which I despise!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I read 5 boooks as well whilst I was in France and they were:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Oliver Twist - Charles Dickins </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tess Of The d'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Centre Of My World - Andreas Steinhofel (I recommend it to everyone, who likes a sweet gay story!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The Raw Shark Texts Steven Hall </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tres Bon!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">What else is there to tell you lovely people? I think that is all the general holiday gossip. I will post more detailed accounts of certain incidences that you may enjoy reading about shortly. And yes, I suppose I should tell you about all those YUMMY French boys that I saw all the time. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, check back again very soon.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Oh, and if you have any questions...ask!! :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love and kisses,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Joey </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">xxxx</span>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-35206009598295252602009-07-09T10:05:00.006+01:002009-07-09T11:28:54.550+01:00Je voudrais un garçon s'il vous plaît<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Bonjour!!<br /><br />Long time no write. Sorry bout that, had writers block for the past couple of weeks. Can't think of what to post or what to write in general :/ think I am getting over it. I think I just needed to let my brain chill for a while ya know!? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hi my little chickens! How are we all doing? Things are hit and miss this end, as well as having writers block, I have also been rather ill recently. Been prescribed Phenoxymethylpenicillin (or Penicillin V) what ever that does :) and it tastes foul!! I know that antibiotics are not supposed to taste nice, but surely they could produce a strawberry flavour or something...jeesh! hehe, anywho. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm getting ready to go on a holiday for a while as well, for a month in fact. To Sunny France!! So, this may be my last post for AGESSS....I will try to communicate some how, there must be Internet cafes or something. But yeah...so what I am trying to say is sorry bout the length between posts at the moment.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Been reading a lot recently. Haven't had to worry about GCSE's or moving house. I have been drawn to Iain M Banks at the moment. His style I find to be very flowing and I like the way that his work manages to incorporate more philosophical questions into it. Also, there are certainly element of astrophysics in his work. There are subtle hints about antimatter and, I may be reading too much into it, but I am sure that there was a couple of references to the intriguing phenomenon of dark energy. Exciting no?! :P </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">His novels are really exciting, so I thought I would share that with you all :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I am getting ready for this trip and I had to sort out all my clothes. It was a nightmare. I couldn't remember what house they were all at. It took me ages to get it all together. (bit random that bit of info really)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Who knows, I may be able to bag myself a nice yummy french boy! Who knows, I will have to work on my French: <br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Voulez-Vous coucher avec moi ce soir??</em> <br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You know, all the useful day-to-day phrases that any 16 year old boy may need to know! French boys are nice though. I do like the accent, although unless I find an bilingual Frenchy there may be a lot of gesturing and hand actions! hehe. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Anyway I think I better stop before I get too carried away with my fantasies! </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Avec toute mon affection,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxxx</span>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-69369201256299241192009-06-21T18:19:00.004+01:002009-06-21T23:30:07.926+01:00Oliver Twist<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well I wanted to give you all an update on what happened on Friday.<br /><br />It was a lovely day. We went to the cinema and saw the new Transformers film, which I have to say, I enjoyed immensely. We shared a coke and had Maltesers which was nice. It was really good just spending time with him. I tried so many times to slip my hand into his, but I couldn't bring my self to do it, I couldn't. I don't know what stopped me.<br /><br />I suppose it was fear. I was scared at what he was going to say. I didn't know whether or not he would just completely reject me as both a friend and something more. Again I tried to tell him, but my mouth caught in my throat and I would instead say something stupid like:<br /><br />"Film's good," or "Malteser?"<br /><br />It wasn't good, I felt as though I would never tell him or I would be forever <em>trying</em> to tell him. But whilst I was sitting there, next to him, in the crowded theatre I decided that when we went back to mine, and had some food I would tell him there, as I did not have to fear people over hearing and I could take my time. Also, I was enjoying the film, and I didn't really want to miss any of it :P<br /><br />So, once the film had concluded and we had got back to mine, and I had showed him around and the like, we went to watch some television in my room. We put on some trashy comedy show and just chatted for a bit. I remember my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I thought Oliver would hear! I didn't quite know what to say. I pondered and thought about different ways of saying it. What would be the right way that didn't sound too cheesy or corny. I decided that I would be blunt, I felt that it would be the best way and I thought it would be easier than dropping it into a conversation where it might not be possible to soften the blow.<br /><br />So I thought "fuck it", and this is what followed.<br /><br />(Might just add that I have never been so scared in my ENTIRE LIFE!!!)<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Oliver, can I tell you something?"<br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Sure mate," he replied</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"...I'm gay."</span></em></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Just like that. I had said it. It just sort of came out, again as it seems with so many things I say at the moment, that it hadn't quite sunk in for me that I had told Oliver, the boy I have a huge crush on, that I am a poooof. :/<br /><br />It was a real shock for him I think.<br /><br />"What?" He said, looking dumbfounded (and very cute I concluded, in that confused state)<br /><br />"I'm gay." I repeated.<br /><br />Then he was quiet, for what seemed like FOREVER. I think his mind must have been whizzing about a bit. After a while, he asked, quite calmly,<br />"Who else knows", and I told him who did, and he just nodded his head.<br />It was quite awkward, because I, even though I was really pleased that I had told him, was worried that he still could throw it back in my face.<br /><br />But he seemed to take it quite well I thought. He did say that he had absolutely no idea, that was what surprised me most about his reaction. All those things where I thought he was flirting with me, the hugging and the little smiles, all are just demonstrations of friendship and I have concluded that Oliver is very much an affectionate person, with everyone, and I think that I was just hoping that he would be gay also, and I wanted it to be like something out of a romantic film. <br /><br /></span><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But hey ho</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>There you go</em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Life isn't a fairy tale (no pun intended :D ). But he accepts me and he says that he won't tell anyone and our friendship will not change just because I am gay. Which I think is really really REALLY good, and such a huge relief that makes me smile when I think about it. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I am seeing him on Tuesday, and we are meeting up again soon hopefully. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I feel much better about everything now, myself as a person as someone whose opinion I value accepts me and doesn't hold anything against me for it and I don't have to lie to him anymore which is really relieving feeling I must say.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, on the whole it went well :D</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It is a shame that he is not "that way inclined", but we can win them all.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love and kisses,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxx</span></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-56619245556968578902009-06-16T13:08:00.004+01:002009-06-18T12:44:45.550+01:00Compositional Abstraction<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">Hello everyone! Sorry for the break, it has just been really hard to find time to post recently. But as I had my last exam today I have more time on my hands to post once more!!! :):):)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">Well, first of all some updates:<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">We move into the new house in 7 days! How very exciting, we got it all and we are in the process of sorting bits and unpacking before me and my mummy ;) will be moving in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">I am meeting Oliver on Friday, and we are going to see a film together then he is coming back to mine for some dinner or something!! I am extremely excited, although I must confess slightly nervous. I still haven't come out to him or anything yet, and I still don't know for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">definite</span> if he is gay, but maybe Friday will hold some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">surprises</span>?!?! I certainly hope so. I will let you all know how it goes :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">I almost let it slip out accidentally the other day, when talking to him on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Facebook</span>. He said something and I said in reply, "Don't worry, I think your lovely!". Why did I say that?! I had written it before I even realised what I had written. I didn't know what to say after it...I was pooing myself. I thought he was going to be angry. But he sent a smiley face back and said thanks. So I don't quite know what to make of that. I couldn't tell if he was just being polite or was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">genuinely</span> flattered. :/ </span><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>I guess Friday will hold all the answers.</em> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hmm</span>...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">that's</span> about all folks for now.. :)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Lots of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">loovvveee</span>,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxx</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><em></em>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-76795908107063495552009-06-02T19:33:00.005+01:002009-06-02T21:15:20.901+01:00The Universality Of Emotion<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmm</span>...what to talk about tonight? Well, first off: </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I got <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sunburned</span>!!! </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></strong></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It has been a rather lovely few days in sunny old Britain, and I can actually say that minus the usual sarcasm that accompanies that statement. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I hugged Oliver today :-] He felt all warm and soft, it was a good moment. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I also spoke to "Him" today for a while as well. Just talked, nothing more, it was nice. :)I miss spending time with him; he is a really lovely person as well as being extremely attractive. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So a good day on the whole, despite my throbbing sunburn. I did put sun lotion on, but as the old saying goes:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Only mad dogs and Englishmen, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Go out in the midday sun</span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />And I am an ENGLISHMAN</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Shall I indulge you all in a few more facts about me, a few of my favourite things? Go on then, I hear you cry :</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">1. My favourite cheese is Port <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Salut</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">2. My favourite curry is a lamb <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">balti</span> madras</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">3. My favourite crisps are Roast Beef flavoured monster munch</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">4. My favourite poet is John Keats </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">5. My favourite flavour of ice cream is pistachio or caramel </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">6. Little more obscure: My favourite psalm is psalm 9, why? I dunno :)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">7. My favourite photographer is Steve <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">McCurry</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">8. My favourite artists are: Peter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Doig</span>, Alberto Giacometti, Mark Rothko and Vasily <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Kandisnky</span> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">9. My favourite sci-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fi</span> authors are: Orson Scott Card and James Clemens</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">10. My favourite classic writers are: Dickens or Homer or Thomas Hughes </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">11. My favourite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Disney</span> character is Dodger in Oliver and Company </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">12. My favourite film is one called "Beautiful Thing", it is the cutest film ever </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">13. My favourite piece of choral music is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Rutters</span> - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Magnificat</span> - Gloria <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Patri</span> :)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">14. My favourite composer is Chopin </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">15. My favourite shop is Borders </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">16. My favourite animal is the CAT!! :-]</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">17. My favourite car is the MINI</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">18. My favourite chocolate is either Galaxy or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Maltesers</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">19. My favourite aftershave is Paul Smith - Story</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">20. Dunno if I have said this before but my favourite number is the number 3 :-]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">---</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">that's</span> 20 things that I like. I wonder if any of you like the same things? </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There has been a thought that has plagued on my mind over the past couple of days. I want to be with someone...to hold them...kiss them. Alas. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">On the positive, we think that we have found the new house and we should be able to get it in the next 2 weeks!! So that is quite exciting</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, a bit of a disjointed post this evening. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxx</span></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-76608643886342000382009-05-29T16:32:00.005+01:002009-05-29T17:05:32.239+01:00Its not all chocolate and caviar<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Well. It was one of those days!</em> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I think, first I will give you some background information. You may remember that I said that my parents were divorced. Well, they each have a new partner. My dad married a nice woman although she really bugs me sometimes. They have been married for about 8 years I think, they have had two girls, aged 4 and the little one, who is about 16 months old. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">My mum has been with an Indian man for 10 years and they have also had two children, a boy and a girl. The boy, my brother is 9 years old and my sister is almost 7. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Whilst my father and my stepmother have a good relationship, the same cannot be said for my mum and her partner. They argue all the time, normally it gets very heated, although it has never resorted to violence at least not while I've been there. :-/ </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Recently they have been arguing more and more and my mums partner has threatened to kick her out on several occasions. This always ends in tears, normally hers. I get left to pick up the pieces, not fun! So, it has finally reached the point where my mum is actually leaving. We have seen some houses, and one looks good. Fingers crossed we can get it. I worry that it will fall through though. :-(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The next few weeks will be tough for sure. The move, adjusting and the money. We are not that wealthy and we are really going to struggle to be able to afford the house. My mum hasn't got any family living near us. The closest relative is in Wales. They are the only people on my mums side that we talk to. She has other brothers and sisters although I have never met them, and mum hasn't spoken to them for almost 25 years. So no help there :/</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">My dad said that he will help, even though they are divorced they are still friends. So that is a positive. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm just worried, I feel as though something will go wrong and we will be back to square one again. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Also, my mum drinks. She always has done. My biggest fear is that she will drink herself to an early grave or if she gets depressed (which she has done in the past) that she could...you know... well doesn't bare thinking about really. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So, yesterday. That is what I wanted to talk about. Sorry for the long winded, quite depressing story. I probably put more than you wanted to know. Sorry bout that. I just need to get some things of my chest. Perhaps if I write about them, then the answer may become clearer. Who knows? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, she was pretty distraught last night. Cried for ages. Said some things that I won't repeat but it was a tough night. She started packing her bags. It was not pleasant. I convinced her to listen to her partners suggestion. I get on well enough with him, despite the fact that he is an absolute nob. He was prepared to compromise, she was too upset to reason clearly, so I had to coax her out of her state to listen to what he had to say. In the end they seemed to agree on what to do. It is a good compromise. Hopefully things will begin to improve.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well. Sorry for that everyone. I didn't mean to ramble on about my problems. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I will try to post some happier things.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love, </span><br />J xxJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-676414925577988422009-05-25T23:01:00.006+01:002009-05-25T23:07:32.693+01:00Alexander -- part 3 [ii]<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Due to the fact that part three was too long, I split it into two and here is the second part. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">---</span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Hey Charlie, come sit over here," I said. He nodded, picked his chair up shuffled over. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"So..." he said, adopting the classic Charlie pose, of rolling back on the legs of the chair. He balanced precariously on the back two legs and put his hands behind his head. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Looks the old trout," he said, (that would be Mrs. O'Connor and was our nick name for her). </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Won't be teaching us much more today. Like we learn anything in this class anyway!" I agreed. We then started discussing the rugby match Charlie had participated in the previous day.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"We slaughtered them, fifty-six to twelve. I scored a hat trick. Ben converted them," he said smiling; he liked to win and would always to talk about it for days after. "There was this prob, a real animal. He kept running at Jake and Mike, the little guys, you know. Well, it was about half way through the second half," I nodded interested. Whilst not a rugby player myself, I still enjoy hearing Charlie's stories.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"I think we had about ten minutes left and again this prop runs at Mike. He ran right through him, Mike went down. Then he was running at me and I wasn't going to be run through. I went in for the tackle. He didn't stand a chance." He laughed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"I picked him up like a baby and drove him into the turf," he clapped his hands and chuckled. I laughed at his stories; he always got really over dramatic and acted them out.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Was he ok?" said a voice, soft as falling snow. It was Alexander, Charlie had completely forgotten he was even there, so engrossed was he in regaling the story.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Hmmm?" he asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Was he ok?" Alexander repeated.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Oh yeah, he was fine, probably a bit bruised though!" Alexander looked horrified.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I was getting the impression that Alexander was not into contact sports. The way he seemed to draw himself into a ball as Mrs. O'Connor shouted and the way he seemed, if not scared then worried about the thought of getting hurt. This was an attitude I had not come across before. Here, if you were thought to be weak or scared then the older boys made sure that that attitude was beaten out of you. I myself had come home supporting sore ribs or a split lip on numerous occasions. Alexander did not seem to fit into the system at all. I hoped that he would learn. The thought of him being beaten up sent knots of anger coursing through me. I silently vowed that I would let nothing would ever happen to him.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Not a rugby player then?" said Charlie to Alexander, snapping me out of my thoughts.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"No," he replied quietly. The sound of his voice every time I heard it made me feel warm inside.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The people around us, getting bored with the shouting match going on at the front of the classroom had remembered Alexander. Sharron and Mrs. O'Connor's match had not ceased nor calmed down. Alexander was getting more and more attention. He slowly seemed to be getting smaller and smaller in his chair. He had seemed to be opening up to me earlier. But that looked as though it was going to be ruined. When some of the girls came over and sat on our table right in front of him and started bombarding him with questions, he sat there looking at the floor in silence. I felt as though I had to protect him. I answered as many of their questions that I could, despite my limited knowledge. The ones that I couldn't answer he merely shrugged. Eventually, realising that they weren't going to get an answer they started talking more to me and Charlie. Even though I was a bit of a "geek", I was liked because I was a nice person and didn't have a problem helping anyone. I built a reputation as someone that people could rely on. I often helped people with their homework and I knew the right thing to say to make someone feel better. Whilst Charlie and I joked with everyone, Alexander sat tracing the line of the wood-grain on the table. I felt concerned. When Charlie launched into a dramatic re-enactment of a try he had scored at the rugby match, drawing every one's attention. I meanwhile leaned over to Alexander.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Hey, you ok?" I asked. Silence. "Come on, Alexander. They are just being friendly."<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"I know," he said, so quietly that it was almost inaudible<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Then what's the matter?" I asked sincerely.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Nothing."<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Really?"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Yeah," he said, nodding. He was still looking at the table. I wasn't convinced although I dropped the topic, convinced that I would ask him more later. Charlie at that moment was trying to explain to Jess the finer points of punching someone in the face. She laughed shrilly.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Will you all just shut up?!" Came a shout from the front of the classroom, it permeated the general din of the room and got every ones attention. It was Mrs. O'Connor. She had finished her argument with Sharron and had sent her out. Perhaps Sharron had stormed out. I didn't really care. This whole episode of the argument, everyone crowding round Alexander and the dramatic rugby re-enactments had lasted around ten minutes. The lesson wasn't going very well. Surprisingly however, Mrs. O'Connor managed to assemble some form of order. After several brief shouting sessions, she had managed to get everyone back to reading Shakespeare.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Alexander?" I asked, when Geoff and Alice were reading, poorly.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Yes Josh," he whispered.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"You'll get used to being here, I promise. It takes a few days to settle in. Not all the teachers are like this one. We have French next, with Mr. Shelly, and I'm sure he will make you feel more welcome." He smiled. There it was again, that feeling.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Thanks Josh. Its just so different here." He had opened up again, I concluded that he didn' t like big crowds of people he didn't know.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"What was your old school like?" I asked.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Small. It was the local village school," he explained. I understood. It must have been a nice environment. Where everyone knows everyone else. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"I liked it there," he continued. "I don't really understand why we had to move here in the first place. But I suppose there was one good thing.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"What's that?"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Well, I would never have met you." My heart jolted. "Now shouldn't we be reading this?"<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"I suppose so," I said, glowing. I looked back down to the book, I could see his neat handwriting along the edge of the text. It looked so neat and perfect. I tried concentrating. But I couldn't think of anything else but him. His smile, his hair, his eyes and lips. I leaned back, my thoughts racing. There was something deep inside me shouting.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Alexander, Alexander, Alexander," it shouted. I knew what it was. It was my heart and it was calling. I didn't know whether I could or even if I wanted to resist it.</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">---</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well that concludes part three. Look back for part four, in which Alexander will suffer a twist that will shake all that he has known. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxx</span></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-11310820696344160372009-05-25T17:38:00.010+01:002009-06-02T23:51:43.938+01:00Pictures<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I thought that it would be good to post a few pictures :) </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8xN_aMkklY4FnEli-XaQZEPqegMQbSRPIuY5dE7aPt2Jsv5-AXIxMQU94sxtJGuA46mrdn-Cq9m49CgduyAnKOR0_7LottHkSgDpGaxylQHVCFbpkX8_g5AxRnmkgEm4UoLCXNpKr68/s1600-h/aww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806425115404802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI8xN_aMkklY4FnEli-XaQZEPqegMQbSRPIuY5dE7aPt2Jsv5-AXIxMQU94sxtJGuA46mrdn-Cq9m49CgduyAnKOR0_7LottHkSgDpGaxylQHVCFbpkX8_g5AxRnmkgEm4UoLCXNpKr68/s320/aww.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIysS2HwaU_qLeGCYvvSu2PbIt12h2oG0KtYgyLYr-izuQSmJgKoZ9F4W0WfDB9PS2pN-vX7XWjrBfMamhot_b7J93EhQ7pOS8AZXuQ1S5wywCKbVA5Uir6Ie5LSGf7uWhbXqEzt0X1k/s1600-h/zach01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806419999440978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIysS2HwaU_qLeGCYvvSu2PbIt12h2oG0KtYgyLYr-izuQSmJgKoZ9F4W0WfDB9PS2pN-vX7XWjrBfMamhot_b7J93EhQ7pOS8AZXuQ1S5wywCKbVA5Uir6Ie5LSGf7uWhbXqEzt0X1k/s320/zach01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Here are a few pics of a boy called Jay Carpenter. A friend who goes by the name <em><u>Southern </u></em>sent them to me. I give him credit for finding these. Don't you agree he is quite attractive? :)</span></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtlddedsi_c1MYN4EUoOClss-hwajP1MjWClguaCmPQOpXYo8FrOjR_LBfIj5w95jfHBZJJJmb0ZHl23fMBx6SgsFFBwl6v-ql7L3v4e4EIEKUBl8DZvdgEK8dlyiAMJAPGWVkaW-gu8/s1600-h/BM_121809500788.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339804843681211378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirtlddedsi_c1MYN4EUoOClss-hwajP1MjWClguaCmPQOpXYo8FrOjR_LBfIj5w95jfHBZJJJmb0ZHl23fMBx6SgsFFBwl6v-ql7L3v4e4EIEKUBl8DZvdgEK8dlyiAMJAPGWVkaW-gu8/s320/BM_121809500788.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoojTEPVJ1IzXhLRQIuP-fXCulEJq81KkHVYC4B5XXf4Cgjwx3SsYJBCke3zwKM0vL1QaoskFguvI5upmRgg92I_5dRSV5Zdv639kliV7pXolE9TbTsHaQkTHoeUiibCprSIDFg1LcQcA/s1600-h/bam19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339804836351047314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoojTEPVJ1IzXhLRQIuP-fXCulEJq81KkHVYC4B5XXf4Cgjwx3SsYJBCke3zwKM0vL1QaoskFguvI5upmRgg92I_5dRSV5Zdv639kliV7pXolE9TbTsHaQkTHoeUiibCprSIDFg1LcQcA/s320/bam19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn19mOnOCRTVLkr7iqYQSSuKRzcmXSik_dkHPhww8j_9dlO8CsgFY4hnfgOD1Rgtz_5JzBQV5L6W9eeeVJpX-l1zN5boIr-A7f1oUSw-31Id8Jcdf67fxKdXimXmnhoBzxpA-xIqGBH_M/s1600-h/bambiaug24-08_19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339804835108049922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn19mOnOCRTVLkr7iqYQSSuKRzcmXSik_dkHPhww8j_9dlO8CsgFY4hnfgOD1Rgtz_5JzBQV5L6W9eeeVJpX-l1zN5boIr-A7f1oUSw-31Id8Jcdf67fxKdXimXmnhoBzxpA-xIqGBH_M/s320/bambiaug24-08_19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjFkWNlNsidtl9BbbW6kTzAXWyMkcy0IzcFHue9WURy94pJYfjn82z8fgmy5rl7K5x0qR3jPXPjN8Ze6vxfZup9C8lFaD9YxhaMR4HE33pwfo2AaTRF6TE-jpzKtrP_gNDzw1jHy6mLQ/s1600-h/BM_121790345046.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339804829131149394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjFkWNlNsidtl9BbbW6kTzAXWyMkcy0IzcFHue9WURy94pJYfjn82z8fgmy5rl7K5x0qR3jPXPjN8Ze6vxfZup9C8lFaD9YxhaMR4HE33pwfo2AaTRF6TE-jpzKtrP_gNDzw1jHy6mLQ/s320/BM_121790345046.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbagsA0PW95ILKek28SI63F91vjtk7xLeWcOFKiN_1RrPRZDK0sQm8a_PY7mpSB7Arvg_VfFNVTvb9g7zxkbWptGRzEFflxtAJOOPwuq21Q_JemhQS4GCudhsBa8qodhg3ONo_TYPnbas/s1600-h/BM_121809372836.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339804825672256594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbagsA0PW95ILKek28SI63F91vjtk7xLeWcOFKiN_1RrPRZDK0sQm8a_PY7mpSB7Arvg_VfFNVTvb9g7zxkbWptGRzEFflxtAJOOPwuq21Q_JemhQS4GCudhsBa8qodhg3ONo_TYPnbas/s320/BM_121809372836.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love,</span> <div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xx</span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-17037558511263975012009-05-25T10:40:00.008+01:002009-05-25T23:08:35.949+01:00Alexander -- part 3 [i]<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Here is the third installment of my story. Hope you all enjoy...</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">---</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The rest of the day seemed like a blur to me. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Having arrived almost fifteen minutes late for English and having forgotten my copy of "Romeo and Juliet", Mrs. O'Connor was not happy. After we entered, she drilled us for five minutes on the importance of punctuality and having the right equipment. Then she noticed Alexander.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Oh! And who might you be, young man?" she asked. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"I'm Alexander ma'am," he replied angelically. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Well Alexander, I hope that you have the right equipment?" she asked harshly.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Yes, I think so ma'am," he said taking out his copy of 'Romeo and Juliet'. He showed it to her. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Excellent, I glad to see <em>someone</em> has the right equipment," she said glaring daggers at me. I lowered my head so as to not look at her piercing grey eyes. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Well, don't stand here like a pair of lemons. Sit down!" </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Sorry," I said giving Alexander a gentle shove in the direction of an empty desk, towards the back of the classroom. We sat. Whilst the exchange between Alexander, myself and the old trout O'Connor, the eyes of every member of my form were scrutinising Alexander. Hushed conversations were going on all over the room. Alexander kindly let me share his copy of the text, which appeared to be annotated fully and comprehensively. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Wow," I whispered. "You've done loads more than we have."</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"We did it last year," he replied turning the page. We were reading the dramatic ending of the play and I would normally have become absorbed by the intricacies and drama of the two lovers. The same could not be said for the rest of the form. They hated Shakespeare. Today, however my mind would not focus on the play as Alexander was sitting so close to me. I could hear his soft breathing and occasionally when we reached the end of a page, his hand would brush again mine. When this happened it felt as if electric shocks were jumping between our flesh. When Mrs. O'Connor asked me a question about the significance of something I looked blankly back at her. Alexander whispered something and I repeated it. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Very good, Josh," she said.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Thanks for that," I said as Mrs O'Connor started shouting at someone. It was Sharron and apparently she wasn't paying attention. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"That's Ok," Alexander said.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Whatever Sharron had done, it wasn't to Mrs. O'Connor's liking. She was really shouting at her. What Mrs. O'Connor didn't understand was that Sharron loved to argue and would do so at any given opportunity. Therefore, she shouted back which in turn caused Mrs. O'Connor to shout even louder. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Charlie, my best friend, took the opportunity to lean over, he was sitting at the table next to ours.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Hey Josh, who's the new kid?" He asked. He wasn't know for his subtlety.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"This is Alexander," I said to Charlie. "He is starting today and Mr. Shelly told me to show him around and stuff."</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Oh, right then. Well hi," he said, this time to Alexander. He muttered some response that sounded like a greeting. He seemed all of a sudden to have gone shy again. He was looking down at the book on the table and seemed to be hunched up. He may have felt intimidated by Charlie. He was tall and broad. He could seem to be quite aggressive at times although I knew, to his annoyance that he was actually a rather gentle soul. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Shy fella," Charlie whispered, I nodded.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"WHAT? Do you think this lesson is a waste of time?! Don't you think that I have better things to do with my valuable time than to teach girls like you? Ungrateful, disruptive annoying little brats?!" Shouted Mrs. O'Connor.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Ha! Well if you don't want to be here, why don't you leave? It would be way better in here without you. No one wants to learn about stupid plays written by stupid people," replied Sharron shouting just as loud. Everyone laughed. A vein throbbed in Mrs. O'Connor's temple. They were both as bad as each other, I knew then that this argument was going to last a long time. I blotted out their screaming.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">---</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Here is the first section of part 3.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">These first few parts are meant to establish the characters and settings. The juicy bits come later. So if you can cope with this for now, you will be rewarded with the more exciting bits soon.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love, </span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxx</span><br /></p><br /><div align="left"></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-3102337944869771032009-05-22T15:46:00.006+01:002009-05-22T16:29:45.281+01:00I wonder....<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I have this friend at school, let us call him Oliver (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hhmm</span> I like that name..). We are quite good friends, he is in my German and Mathematics set. I like him. He has bright blond hair and blue eyes. He is quite attractive. He keeps hinting to me, whether I am over imagining or looking too much into them I don't know, but I have a sneaking suspicion that he may be gay, or bi. He had a girlfriend for almost a year, someone who I am quite close to also. She is a lovely girl :]</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anywhoo</span>..today before my German Exam [which I aced], he walked down to where we were all standing and as per usual I greeted him. Then he said</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Hi, is was going to grab your ass but you turned round." Interesting no?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Then I chuckled nervously, although I don't think anyone noticed. We also call each other "babe" but in a strictly jokey way....or is it!??</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I wouldn't say he was a particularly effeminate boy, but he is not overly masculine. He always <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blipped</span> on my "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">gaydar</span>" -- if it even exists --. But today I was certainly intrigued more than normal.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So, I decided to go out on a limb......</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Got you guessing eh??</span></div><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ponder and guess whilst looking at these cuties:</span></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><p align="left"><br /></p><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYH5MZ-ZUaUf1TVrwkaQ_agNN4FDy0NBgW6rgyrvfD5VSv6v7GuQMXDROD6CD-Cb_L6dwSgbKtRcE8ByghGBVZl-AndWy9WPA_uJCiSjM2x3VHw_StEtmcScj6dVR4SqfggO8CkedffvQ/s1600-h/20090513-41.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660060522250962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYH5MZ-ZUaUf1TVrwkaQ_agNN4FDy0NBgW6rgyrvfD5VSv6v7GuQMXDROD6CD-Cb_L6dwSgbKtRcE8ByghGBVZl-AndWy9WPA_uJCiSjM2x3VHw_StEtmcScj6dVR4SqfggO8CkedffvQ/s320/20090513-41.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span></div><p align="left"></p><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiYAzCZa6U5-Im58kX4QNHjQCxC-UKXSDeRuNvstjBazX_FXK4Owf_JEka_u2zLpDTwXmnjqVXOl0q6A2qyWRvvMz4WcmfgZ0lEfHRILnbhTbaN66xR9WlXoAeRAq246ZfKP9UBZcyl4/s1600-h/213455367wlzts.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660061721737634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiYAzCZa6U5-Im58kX4QNHjQCxC-UKXSDeRuNvstjBazX_FXK4Owf_JEka_u2zLpDTwXmnjqVXOl0q6A2qyWRvvMz4WcmfgZ0lEfHRILnbhTbaN66xR9WlXoAeRAq246ZfKP9UBZcyl4/s320/213455367wlzts.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55qo9Y1rIB7pJ2zs9sQcHc9HGjzsQnLDuQqom67OCa6SpyNSaCmvMvbICgZE-aY4ZUv2Hegg08DGuhnnKzGk-Vkm_WK1y3iRbEExywGbPcE3aUO0g8AJYNHqCe4Vt4Yb1JzLch-b7Rug/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660058032638482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55qo9Y1rIB7pJ2zs9sQcHc9HGjzsQnLDuQqom67OCa6SpyNSaCmvMvbICgZE-aY4ZUv2Hegg08DGuhnnKzGk-Vkm_WK1y3iRbEExywGbPcE3aUO0g8AJYNHqCe4Vt4Yb1JzLch-b7Rug/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorbkNTU1-P38mst4UztfjF_vWhU0lebiRJK9Z7DIJbbTCUDHs0oLH06d7rwAs6t90QkAGmfrd1KlEWUwEs0hyphenhypheneAj5uguhHCqEjQnigbKWwzsYtzF4hYPwFzq1Vaw7WDBHvrxTigjqG8I/s1600-h/face4.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660056863923058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorbkNTU1-P38mst4UztfjF_vWhU0lebiRJK9Z7DIJbbTCUDHs0oLH06d7rwAs6t90QkAGmfrd1KlEWUwEs0hyphenhypheneAj5uguhHCqEjQnigbKWwzsYtzF4hYPwFzq1Vaw7WDBHvrxTigjqG8I/s320/face4.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQCATTwgOreM82h6iqcosoKebTuUiytdxKq1hO84MYD2lOZ3ZY2obH2Z1fSHvXv0QlE3w10mJ7JHDKMsy0Wx-mvrVTYMX4viDlXuQvfUBu4brP1E5nsqfNB8HrKLqPdAYVd10rUq-AQM/s1600-h/1238799345-cute-boy-with-blue-eyes.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660052053757378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQCATTwgOreM82h6iqcosoKebTuUiytdxKq1hO84MYD2lOZ3ZY2obH2Z1fSHvXv0QlE3w10mJ7JHDKMsy0Wx-mvrVTYMX4viDlXuQvfUBu4brP1E5nsqfNB8HrKLqPdAYVd10rUq-AQM/s320/1238799345-cute-boy-with-blue-eyes.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hehe</span>, did I keep you guessing?</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, it was nothing serious, although it was very pleasant. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We were walking up the stairs and I held out my hand, wondering if he would take it. He did. No hesitation, no confused look. Then I wondered how long he would hold on for. It was all the way up and round the corner. To me it seemed like quite a long time, for a straight boy to hold on. We were chatting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">as well</span> and laughing. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Why are we still holding hands?" He asked, eventually. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I just smiled. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So, I think there may be more to Oliver than meets the eye. Although the eye does not go wanting. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hehe</span>, I like that phrase its cute. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The more I think about this, the more it seems to be a quite plausible hypothesis:</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Yesterday we were playing "footsie."</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Instead of high-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fiving</span> or just saying hello, he always hugs me in greeting. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We frequently wink at each other, I don't even know why?! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">As I said he calls me "babe". </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The jokes he comes out with, seem to often involve homosexuality or something similar.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Apart from his previous girlfriend, I haven't seen him looking at any girls. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Oh!! At our </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">prom, he insisted on dancing with me for a brief period. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">He complements me quite a lot.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This may be looking to much into it, but I think he gives me "that" smile. I hope you understand what I mean by that :]<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well everyone...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">that's</span> the story for today!! :D</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It would be really nice if Oliver turned out to be gay or bi. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">*fingers crossed*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxx</span><br /></div></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-26625895735661356542009-05-21T21:08:00.009+01:002009-05-22T20:01:01.846+01:00Abstract thoughts<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I dunno why, but I have been really into poetry the last few days. I'm reading "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lamia</span>", by John Keats, and I thought that I would post a poem I wrote today. It is quite abstract and I don't really know what I was feeling when I wrote this, but its deep and a bit different.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><strong>Fallen Galaxies</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The Soul of my world toils over</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">t</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">urbulent</span> seas and endless darkness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">barren expanses stretch forever</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">beneath untold crowds of silent watchers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Gliding slowly searching for a trace</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">lost by countless falling dancers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">telling of great golden cities torn asunder</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">by greying lamentations of a silent moon</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tales of old Kings and changing Gods </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">slip unknown from wandering bards</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">travelling nameless passages of light </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">under blank canopies of fallen stars.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This poem, means something...not sure what but I know it does.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love you all,</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxx</span>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735018166603505625.post-22754448619291090462009-05-20T22:37:00.005+01:002009-05-20T23:55:13.571+01:00Dreams<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">What do we dream about? Well, I certainly know that at the moment I dream of being with someone. I dream of waking up to see their smile and kiss their cheek. This poem I wrote a while back talks about my dreams of someone. But I think the underlying message is that even these dreams are simply dreams:<br /></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A Dream Of A Dream</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I wake longing for your haunting touch </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">my thoughts unkissed by your tenderness</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">lie in tatters beneath a blank canvas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">your ethereal light, golden in my eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">wanes, shadowed by a purple sunrise</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">whilst slender fingers slip from mine </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">leaving nothing but the ghosts of my</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">unending, enduring dreams of you. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">What do you all think?</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Loads of love, </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">J xxx</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150468295190382179noreply@blogger.com5