Anti climax

When exams ended, I don't know what I expected. A fanfare? A trumpet? Someone handing me a glass of champagne? However, complete anti-climax. Just finished. I feel incredibly relieved now, nothing to worry about for a while.

I do find it quite scary that I have passed 2 years of my degree now! I can't quite take in that this time next year I will be a 'sociologist'. I don't want to be a sociologist. I'm going to have to apply for my PGCE over the summer and then I will potentially be an adult! Oh my!

Anyway, enough of that.


xx

The barman

Chris sighed as he wiped the bar down. It had been a long night and he was ready to go home. He stepped around the bar and began to check the pub, making sure everyone was really gone. He stooped to pick up a fallen barstool and as he stood up again he noticed a figure in the far corner. Walking towards it, he realised it was a girl. She was hunched over the table, her head on her delicately folded arms, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Chris walked towards her. “Excuse me, pubs closed now. Last orders was half an hour ago.”

The girl sat up displaying a tear stained face and red eyes. “Oh... sorry. I was supposed to be meeting someone but he isn’t here. How much of a fool must I look?” She sniffed delicately, wiping her hands over her face. “I’ll just get my stuff and go.”

She began to collect her belongings together, struggling to keep her face composed. Suddenly she collapsed on the seat again, her eyes streaming with fresh tears. Chris dropped his cloth onto the table, and sat down next to her, having a momentary battle deciding whether or not to put his arm around her. He did, and immediately she relaxed against him. He stroked her back, murmuring into her hair in comfort. Her sniffing and sobbing seemed to subside but she seemed relaxed against him, content to stay there for now. Chris decided to take the bull by the horns; he dropped a small kiss onto her head. She stiffened immediately and pulled away from him.

“Oh Christ! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that; you’ll think I’m taking advantage!” He moved to pull away but she reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“It’s ok. Maybe I am destined to meet someone tonight. I’m Olivia.” Her eyes, wet with tears a moment ago, shone as she looked at him. “Thank you for caring, most other people would have been desperate to get home!”

“I’m Chris, and please don’t worry about it. I can think of nowhere else I’d rather be.” He blushed, realising this was a rather unmanly thing to say. He could feel the tension building around him and decided to break it. Standing up he walked away from where Olivia was sat in the corner. Striding across to the door, he quickly shot the bolts home, locking them inside the cosy bar. He flicked the light switch leaving only the light above the pool table in the corner glowing and only then did he wander back to the corner. Sitting down on the long banquette, he beckoned Olivia closer. She moved around the table, joining him on the comfier sofa.

Chris turned slightly so he was facing her, and reached out to wipe the last teardrops from her face. She reached up and touched his fingers, tracing her hand up his arm to his neck, playing with the short hairs as she did, moving ever so slightly closer.

Chris leaned forward, closing the space between them and pressing his lips against hers. Her lips were soft, tasting salty, the only sign now that she had been crying earlier. She responded well, opening his mouth with hers, and snaking her tongue in gently. She moaned quietly in her throat, a small signal to him that it was ok to go further. His hands, which had until now been holding her face, slid down her body to her thighs. They were soft beneath his hands, and he moved to the hem of her skirt, sliding up the inside of her thigh, feeling the heat pulsing towards him. She began to finger the buttons on his shirt, a gesture he found maddening. Pushing her back, he pulled his shirt over his head, ripping a button as he did so but not caring. He dropped it to the floor, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, symbolically dropping it on top of his. Her breasts threatened to spill over the top of her bra; he couldn’t believe how plump they were. Bending his head, he kissed the tops of them, unhooking her bra and dropping that to the floor as well. Her breasts shook as she gasped at the cold air hitting them but before she had time to think, he covered her.

Olivia was shocked by the sudden movement, but before she had time to process it, Chris’s mouth was over hers again, his tongue gently probing and his hands on her breasts, stroking her nipples into stiffness. She could feel his leg between her thighs, pressing into her. She kissed him more hungrily and moved her hands to the waist of his black jeans, undoing his button and tugging at the zip. He pushed himself up on his hands and slid the jeans to his ankles, and pushed up her skirt. He let himself back down, positioning his crotch over hers and pressing it into her, making her gasp as she felt the hardness between his legs. All that was separating them was the thin lace of her underwear and the, surprising, silk of his.

Chris reached between them and slid a finger into her panties, feeling her wetness against his finger and began to gently stroke her clit, making her gasp at his tenderness. She pushed her hand inside the elastic of his boxers, curling her fingers gently into his pubic hair.

“Olivia,” he breathed, “are you absolutely sure about this?”

She nodded, and that was all it took. He pulled his boxers off and pushed aside the crotch of her pants. Olivia bent and kissed this tip of his erect penis, before wrapping her legs around his waist and welcoming him inside her.

Chris moved gently at first, not wanting to hurt her, and then as her breathing began to quicken, he also moved faster. He plunged his cock into her, making her cry out with pleasure, and he felt her fingernails run down his back, pulling him closer still. She moaned and let out a breathy sigh. This encouraged Chris and he moved quicker still, hitting the spots that felt so good to Olivia, pushing her closer to orgasm. She wound her legs tighter around his waist and forced him deeper still. She had to come now!

Chris plunged on, loving how she felt around his throbbing cock. He could feel her tightening and knew that she was nearing orgasm. Suddenly he pulled out and bent his head to her crotch, flicking his tongue against her clitoris. He began to write the alphabet as he felt Olivia get wetter and wetter, only getting so far as M before she exploded, crying out as she did. She tasted divine on his tongue. When her muscles had ceased contracting he raised his head, and pushed his cock back inside her. She was all relaxed now, pulling him to her as she lay back. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock inside her further and faster. Suddenly the need to come overtook him. He was powerless to stop it and he groaned as he did, moving slower inside her, pulling out as he finished and collapsing on top of her. He kissed her neck and wrapped her in his arms.

“Wow.” She murmured, “that was amazing. You are amazing!”

Chris smiled, kissing her lips again, before whispering, “I’m here everyday.”

Stolen from Glamour magazine - 30 things to instantly put you in a good mood

1. Google your first crush. Consider sending him an email
2. Get rid of some unhappiness: let go of a grudge, forgive a slight, unload a worry.
3. Give dark nail polish a rest.
4. Watch The Nanny Diaries and feel better about your job.
5. Eat and drink plenty of pink: lemonade, grapefruit, champagne, icing.
   
6. Run an ice cube all over him.
7. Take a moment to think of your favourite thing a la Maria Von Trapp.
8. Use your sexy walk.
9. Open drawer, insert phone, close drawer, walk away.
10. Treat yourself to some expensive make up.
11. Have al all day showing of your favourite movies.
12. Plant something.
13. Throw out manky PJs and dressing gown and go for some silk!
14. Nakedness!
15. Make an ice cream jingle your ring tone.
    
16. Put a pair of sunglasses on a baby.
17. Have a power nap.
18. Make a cake.
19. Order the biggest meal.
20. Sex.
21. 'Don't worry about a thing, 'cause every little thing, gonna be alright' - Bob Marley.
22. Get up early and drive to the countryside to watch the sunrise.
23. Borrow a dog for a day.
24. Sing along to your radio with the windows open
25. Add fresh mint to cold drinks
26. Book a quickie weekend break to a romantic hotel.
27. Be barefoot more often that is appropriate.
28. Put your pjs on at 7pm and lie on the sofa til bedtime.
29. Wear gorgeous underwear just for yourself.
30. Turn 360 degrees and find 5 things that make your life beautiful.

Revenge?

Jangling her keys, and slamming the door behind her, Jess stomped through the hall. Stepping into the living room, she tutted at the closed curtains, not noticing her boyfriend prone on the sofa. Walking over to open them, he shot out an arm and grabbed her waist. Jess shrieked in surprise, and tumbled onto the sofa beside him.

“Hey lover” Kevin whispered. “ Had a good day?” Without giving her time to answer, he moved to kiss her, silencing her protests with his mouth. Jess relaxed against him, opening her mouth as his tongue snaked into it, feeling the days worries melt away as it did. She stepped up the pressure of the kiss, snaking her hands into his hair, forcing his mouth harder against his. He responded well, lining his body up with hers, and using his hands to pull her closer against him.

Jess released her grip on his head and pulled back slightly, “oh my god Kev! I have to have you now!”

He grinned at her, those were the exact words that every man wanted to hear. Pulling Jess to her feet, he began to undo the long line of buttons on her dress, each one making her quiver. She stopped him, and pulled the dress over her head, unable to wait any longer. Making a snap decision, she wriggled out of her knickers, and undid her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders, and depositing it with the rest of her clothing pile.

Kevin couldn’t believe the woman standing before him. Jess was normally so timid and shy. He traced his hands down her sides, and over her nipples, watching them stiffen at his touch. Impatiently, she made a move to pull off his t shirt and he beat her to it, pulling it over his head and gasping as he felt her hands at the buttons of his jeans. She pushed them to his feet and quickly pushed his boxers down too – releasing his straining cock from their confines. She pressed herself against his body, kissing him again, moaning against his mouth as she did. Suddenly she pushed him back onto the sofa, and was soon straddling him as she guided his hand between her legs.

Kevin felt his cock twitch as he realised how wet she was. He gave her clit a stroke, making her break their kiss and gasp. He did it again, feeling her thighs grip his as she moved with his fingers. She traced her nails down his chest, over his stomach to his hard on, wanking him gently beneath her, then slipping herself down his erection and gently beginning to ride him.

Jess gasped as Kevin grabbed her hips and moved her on his cock. She relaxed against him, allowing herself to be manipulated, knowing that her orgasm would soon overtake her. She was breathing heavily now, and she dug her fingers into his back. Kevin was also sighing heavily, she could feel his cock within her twitching as he fought to control his orgasm and she moved against him with quicker. She didn’t want this to stop, she wanted to come right now! She took control back from Kevin, grinding her hips against his, feeling her orgasm beginning and moved faster still. She bit into his shoulder as she came, panting as she did.

Kevin stopped moving, he couldn’t take much more. Jess’s tits were in his face, he could feel her muscles clenching his cock, his orgasm was so close. When he felt Jess’s teeth release his shoulder, he began to move inside her again, slowly at first then quicker. He was desperate for release.

“Give it to me” Jess whispered in his ear. He groaned and then it happened. He came forcefully, crying out as his cock pulsed. When all was spent, he leaned back on the sofa, surveying the woman still astride him. She began to climb off, reaching for her underwear as she did.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven then?” he murmured.

“No, it means I needed a shag. You’ve still got a long way to go” Jess replied, sweeping out of the room with her pile of clothes, leaving Kevin naked on the sofa.

Fair weather friends.

So, I have this friend. He is one of my closet friends, we've always gotten on really well. He looks after me when I am down, and is always there to talk should I need it. Now, over easter, we went on a night out in town, to a club, lots of drinking, lots of music, lots of dancing. There was a large group of us, a group of my friends - as they had organised it, and a group of my boyfriend's and my friends - the people who we are both friends with but aren't necessarily friends of my friends. So we were all dancing, having a good time and I notice he is looking a little down, so I dance over to him, and shout in his ear about what is wrong. At this point, he drags me off to the side and proceeds to spend about 45mins discussing with me what was wrong. Now bear in mind this is a club so I can't really hear him, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable because it is completely the wrong atmosphere but never mind. So we sort it and he carries on. The next 3 days or so are taken up with him texting me and me trying to sort him out further.

He went back to uni and I didn't think anything more of it. We exchanged a few more texts on the subject and that was it. Occasionally we speak on msn but thats just how it is.

So, last week I met my friend to have lunch for her birthday. We were sat in Frankie and Benny's and she mentions that he is home. 'Oh' I say, 'I didn't know that'. Then she tells me that he has been home for a week and, when asked if he had seen anyone he had replied that he hadn't and should really make the effort. She then went on to tell me that he had said he would contact me about either doing something that night or the next night. So I say fair enough and we'll see what happens. That evening goes by and I hear no word, and I am not prepared to text him as he had said he would contact me. The next evening I have plans to go to my friend's house for a film and a chat. I arrive and as I step through the door, receive a text asking me to go to the pub that evening from him. So I reply, telling him that I was unaware he was home and I was out, having made the plan a week previously. Now he is in a huff with me. Is this my fault?

This post is dedicated to all of those people who have friends like this, friends who are happy to take advantage of your sympathies but don't give you some in return. End.

I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do – that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.

I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love Me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.

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I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
And Nanny let my beetle out -
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
She went and let my beetle out -
And Beetle ran away.

She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.

She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.

We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
"A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!"

It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
"I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away."

And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.

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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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About me quiz.

A-2-Z About Me Survey by bamachic49
{---Basics---}
Name:	Danielle
Nickname(s):	Dee, deedles
Age:	19
Birthday:	8th July 1988
Birthplace:	Ashington
Current Location:	Cramlington
Eye Color:	Blue/green
Hair Color:	Brown
Height:	5ft7
Weight:
Lefty or Righty:	Righty
Zodiac Sign:	Cancer
What Do You Drive:	Xzara - share with mam.
Screenname:	Dee-ranged
{---Favorites---}
Color:	Pink
Number:	6
Band:	Take That
Music Genre:	Any
TV Show:	Whose line is it anyway?
Movie:	The History Boys
Actor:	Jake Gyllenhaal
Actress:	Kate Hudson
Kind of Movie:	Chick Flick
Cartoon:
Sport:	Blah
Fast Food Restaurant:	Burger King
Food:	Pasta
Ice Cream:	Cookie Dough
Cereal:	Coco pops
Candy:	Marshmallows - do they count?
Drink:	Cream Soda
Alcoholic Beverage:	Archers and Lemonade
Quote:	Many - quote blog coming soon
{---Do You---}
Have any siblings:	Nope
Have any pets:	2 dogs - Simba and Dodger, a fish - Topper
Have a job:	Librarian
Have a cellphone:	Yah
Have any special talents or skills:	I can play clarinet
Have any fears:	Spiders, horses, missing train connections
Have a bedtime:	Before 1am at the moment
Sing in the shower:	Sometimes
Want to go to college:	I am at college
Get along with your parents:	Yep,
Have any piercings:	My ears twice
Have any tattoos:	Nope
Swear:	Less than I used to
Smoke:	No
Drink:	Not loads
Do Drugs:	Only legal ones.
{---Love & All That Crap---}
Ever been in love:	I am in love.
Ever cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend:	No
Are you single:	No
Are you in a relationship:	Yes
Do you have a crush on someone:	My boyfriend...
Ever been dumped:	Yes
Ever dumped someone:	Yes
{---This or That---}
Fruit or Vegetable:	Fruit
Black or White:	Black
Lights On or Lights Off:	On
TV or Movie:	Movie
Car or Truck:	Car
Cash or Check:	Cash
Rock or Rap:	Rock
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Chocolate
French Toast or French Fries:	French Fries
Strawberries or Blueberries:	Strawberries
Cookies or Muffins:	Cookies
Winter Break or Spring Break:	Spring
Hugs or Kisses:	Hugs
{---Have You Ever---}
Danced in a public place:	In a club
Smiled for no reason:	Yes
Laughed so hard you cried:	Yes
Talked to someone you don't know:	Yeah
Drank alcohol:	Yeah
Done drugs:	No
Partied 'til the sun came up:	Yes
Gotten a ticket:	Nope
Been arrested:	Nope
Been convicted of a crime:	Nope
Been in a wreck:	No
Been out of the country:	Yes
{---Random & Silly Junk---}
Are you a virgin:	Nope
Ever TP'd someone's house:	No - doesn't happen in the UK
Ever egged someone's house:	No
How many languages do you speak:	2 with a smattering of 2 others
Who do you compare yourself to:	my friends
Ever regret anything:	No - regrets allow us to learn.
Do you like being tickled:	No
What are your goals:	Become a teacher, get married, have kids
Are your fingers tired:	No
Are you tired of this survey:	A little
Are you happy:	Yes
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Lit erotica

I post on the cosmopolitan forum and have been encouraged by the ladies to post some of the sexy stories I have written. I'm deciding to keep them all here, bit by bit, so that I can come back and look at them once in a while, and also so that other people can look at them and hopefully give me some comments. So here is the first one:

Looking around the room, Maria smiled with satisfaction. She took a mouthful of her punch and closer her eyes as she swallowed it, savouring the alcohol as it went down. The music was blaring, everyone was dancing and her party was a success. She spotted Adam across the room and danced towards him, depositing her punch glass on the table beside her. Reaching him, she reached up and wound her hands around his neck, kissing his cheek and murmuring into his ear. She pulled back and looked into his eyes and felt that unmistakeable twist of longing in her stomach. Swaying her hips to the music, Maria rocked Adam with her, kissing him gently and feeling the thrum of the music through her body. Adam smiled against her mouth and kissed her more passionately, not caring who saw them or what they thought.

Maria broke their kiss, as a wave of lust was about to completely devour her. She pressed closer to Adam, feeling the beginning of a very promising hard on within the confines of his jeans. Catching his eye, she grinned and stretched up to his ear to whisper in it.

“I’m going to the loo, follow me up.” She trailed her fingers out of his hand and skipped towards the stairs. As she began to climb, she saw the bathroom door open and her friend coming down the stairs towards her.

“Great party Maria!”

“Thanks, have some more punch! I’m just going for a wee!”

Maria looked behind her to see if anyone had followed her and seeing that they hadn’t, slipped into her bedroom – ignoring the note she’d taped on the door earlier placing it out of bounds. Feeling a shiver of anticipation, she sat on her bed and waited.

Her door soon opened and Adam entered, his muscly frame seeming to fill the door way. He slid inside and shut the door firmly behind him. Joining her on the bed, he pushed her back until she was lying down, and positioned himself on top of her, kissing her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers.

Maria felt her stomach twist with desire again and her hands began to wander as if with a mind of their own. They pulled Adam’s t-shirt clear of his body, threw it on the floor before lightly scratching down his back, making him quiver with desire. His hands were working under Maria’s top, undoing her bra and pulling that and her top off, throwing it on top of his on the floor.

Suddenly there was a bang on the door and it began to swing open. Maria quickly shouted, stopping the potential intruder in their tracks and, pushing Adam off her, made her way over to the door to shut it. Adam clearly had ideas other than the bed on his mind as he sprang across the room and pinned her against the door. His mouth went to work on hers and his hands undid her trousers, pushing them and her knickers to the floor. His hand slid between her legs and found her to be completely read for him. He brushed her fingers over her clit twice, feeling her legs quiver.

Maria’s hands had been at work too, undoing Adam’s thick belt and jeans before pushing them down his thighs and then removing his underwear to the same height. His erection twitched between them, and she brushed her thumb over it, before taking him in her hand and teasingly wanking him. As his breathing became more laboured, she stopped and wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her legs around his waist and feeling his erection slip inside her. They gasped simultaneously and he began to move slowly within her.

Maria was incredibly close to orgasm, and this was unlike any sex she’d ever experienced. She took a shaky breath. Adam was encouraged by this and moved faster, enjoying the feel of having Maria in his complete control. As he pumped within her, Maria lightly ran her fingernails up and down Adam’s back, digging her nails in as her orgasm built up and she completely relaxed into Adam, feeling the music from downstairs vibrating through her body as she came, the music drowning out her screams of pleasure.

Adam slowed, letting Maria enjoy her orgasm, kissing her neck and face as she came down. She kissed him back, encouraging him to begin again and have his own orgasm. Adam needed no further encouragement; he was so close to exploding inside her that it wouldn’t take long. He moved, slowly at first but building up so quickly that Maria barely had time to catch her breath before he was biting her neck, and murmuring her name against it. He lifted her down and together they slowly fell to the floor. Lying in a heap, panting, they both smiled, completely satisfied by their naughty encounter.

So

So, after 2 weeks of being deaf in one ear and getting incredibly frustrated with it, I had it syringed today and I can hear again. Wonderful.

Went into town and managed to procrastinate for 2 hours before I had to go to my lovely little school in Byker to teach. French today - the animals, j'ai un chien etc. Was better than normal, kids got involved and I didn't feel like it was utterfly pointless me being there! Then we were doing story writing. Wonderful except no one seemed to be on task. Not a good end!

I'm completely knackered so that is all! Need to start getting a full nights sleep again.

x

Pet Hate

Ok, Second Blog Of The Day. Pet Hate. I Cannot Understand People Who Type Like This All The Time. Or people who put extraaa letterss on the endss of wordss. Why?

I hate that people do it, it makes them seem so immature and is so difficult to read! Why bother? Just type normally and people will probably be more willing to read what you have to say!

Good lord!

Beginnings

As Julie Andrews once sang 'let's begin at the very beginning, a very good place to start'. So, I'm Dee. I'm a 19, almost 20 year old student at Newcastle University studying Sociology. According to what they told me in Freshers week, I am meant to be looking at the world with a critical eye but I don't see much of that happening!

I've lived in the North East all my life - don't quite live in Newcastle but Cramlington a few miles out.

So, a little more about what I do.

Every Tuesday afternoon I act as a classroom assistant in a primary school in Byker, working with the year 5 class - children aged 9 and 10. Despite the misfortunes of the area, it being incredibly economically deprived, the children are all lovely and I enjoy the afternoons I spend there. However, sometime I just want to give them a cuddle and a good wash - it is so clear in some cases that they just don't get any love at home.

Every Tuesday evening I help out at a local Brownie group. I've been doing it since i was 13 and I love it. I am a fully fledged Snowy Owl.

When I grow up I want to be a teacher of Primary French.

I'm taken and I love it. I've been with my boyfriend for almost 2 and a half years and I wouldn't have it any other way. However, for much of the year we have a long distance relationship because he is at Cambridge University. It works - despite all those people who think that it doesn't and we are stronger because of it. It definately opens up lines of communication much more than when you are always together.

Anyway, I don't think I have much more to say here. That is just a brief introduction to me. Comment with questions if you want to know more :)

Love and squishes.