BETHANY JURD

IS A VERY ODD PERSON WHO USES SOMEBULLSHIT WEBSITE CALLED TUMBLR



AND SHE CANT PLAY POOOL



AND HAS A UNUSUAL DANCE STYLE I DONT KNOW WHY THIS IS IN CAPS BUT IT IS

AND WHAT

i am having a crush atm


ITS LOVELY

i have an odd group of people...

... that i surround myself, i have waited a few weeks to describe each one and ill even split them up into the different areas i see these people.
 
Criminology Peeps
Dan - he wants to be a policeman and has already begun his training to do so, quite relaxed about everything and a huge fan of football.

Elliott - loves video games, films, comics, and bondage. when describing him i call him a social anomaly. even more so now then ever.

Jenna - in your face open minded and best described as someone told her to grow a pair and she may have done so. the force is strong with this one.

Vicky - best described as a "vintage" girl but under recent discovery she geeks out to lol-anything and used to be a hardcore enmo kid. awesome.

Ali - turkish lad who is always wearing a cap and can be best described as a wild card, as no one has any idea what he is gunna do.

Jess - Shes hardworking, focused and most interestingly finds everything fascinating, she meets something new and alien to her, and she then wants to learn as much as she can.

Liam - Tall dude with a geeky gamer side, first guy iu've met who uses reddit as well ANNNNND laughs at georgie

Georgie - get abused and laughed at by Liam

Jade- Kicks my arse at pool EVERY GODDAM TIME

Through Latitude Radio

Jamie - a mellow incredibly Down to earth guy who is smart funny and entertaining, and doesnt even actually know it

Beth- My boss my leader i have no idea what this friendship is but she keeps me laughing
allllllll the time

Film and Media

Bethany - Odd in a very charming way, a rival who has the whole medway as an army. i'll still win.

Jacob - makes me play Gloom and has the greatest movie knowledge of all time EVER

Elliot - huge joker fan and likes the colour purple, a lot. second greatest movie knowledge of all time.

Ollie - tintin fan nuff said.

Now the next lot of people arent people i have met at uni but people i still surround myself with.

Eastbourne

Jojo - geeky theatre nut known her for a few years and i have been a rock for her.

Josh - the ying to Jojo's yang they are both very similar and why they are inseperable when together.

Emma - bullied me from 9 to year 11 and i still keep her around god she must be a nice person or something.

Alex - first girl i ever took ona date i was the ripe age of 13. and she STILL puts up with, god i must be a nice person or something.

Imy - wtf are you? your balls are bigger then mine dammit!

Kent - obviously my family is void from this list

Anna - another bully. how strange i surround myself with people who pick on me. she does smell and is short though.

Amber - increidbly unusual artist who has more tattoo designs on other people then i have ever met.

Danny - my bro my manlove. he's a babe.

Chloe - i gave her a special blogpost read that! i aint gunna repeat myself!

Robyn - chloes other half. epic babe.

Winchester

Cissy - legend

ill come back as i remeber people.

HHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAALPPPP

MAYDAY
MAYDAY

HAAALP

MAYDAY MAYDAY

MAYDAY MAYDAY MY EYES HURT MY EYES

Curiousness...

i celebrated my younger sisters 18th birthday this weekend and after a great meal a great movie marathon i found myself alseep on the sofa with a girl aslppe next to mewith her legs across my lap (to make it more comfrotable for her)

i was just enjoying the company of a girl without the issue of my ex being involved or my history mattering.

i woke up at 4 in the morning with the movie ending and people starting to go and crash in various beds and sofas that were free, it took a whole 30 seconds to realise...

we had been holding hands the whole time.

Pugwash and his crew (iii)

 

 

Now how to define this one...

 

I guess the ship needs a chaplain?

 

Lydia Hammond. shes smart funny kind hearted caring beautiful.....

 

 

and is the only person i actually yield to.

 

i will protect her

guide her

help her

care for her

and i hope you know how lucky your truely are.

 

but the moment she tells me to stand down.

 

if the old england i would be a knight a squire. but she wouldnt be my damsel, she would be my lady. I will stand by her indefinately.

 

 

Lydia Hammond

Awesome.



the awkward moment.

for anyone whoever doesn't see me for a while

find the situation unbearable.
finds the situation awkward

turn to me and say hi. then hug me. simple as that.

Light hearted (i)

          

It was never like this. The music caused a thick thumping in her ears. The club’s lights bounced across the walls filling the room with piercing strikes. It was spinning around her, she could feel the poison of the drinks they had been buying her all night, coursing through her veins. A change had come so quickly no one was prepared, no one knew how to react but only so few had the power to deal with it. She was once a quiet girl, innocent. She had never been a drinker, never been a smoker, she never went to clubs, she never used her phone, she was the A grade student, all teachers were proud to teach her all students wished to be her or be near her.

Her life had changed

Her name was Kyte Fisher.

The change came when she had met the boy, he was older then her, he said he was 19, only two years older than she was, but his eyes. His eyes were much older, they held centauries, and they were a rough grey as if his generations of living had worn the colour away, she met him on a Thursday and that following night, ironically Friday the 13^th was her first night out.

She had been unconvinced at first, she didn’t even know his name, he just had a smile that left her breathless and more than that, he was the physical embodiment of temptation. He was everything she was not, she stood about 5 and a half feet tall, long white-blond hair and a little baby faced but overall she knew she was beautiful, many guys had their eye on her they only watched her as she walked by, she never looked back however, she didn’t know how to. She had never wanted to.

But him,  He was over 6 foot, his arms covered in tattoos, his dark brown hair covered his colour-lost eyes but they were constantly alive the glowed underneath his fringe, they were always watching, observing around him constantly. When Kyte and he met each other’s eyes, she felt he was staring straight through her at things only he can see.  

She met him outside the club the brisk air gave her a chill, it was a midsummer night and she had chosen to wear a short black dress which got the reaction she had hoped. As he looked her up and down his mouth curled into a grin she felt slightly fearful though, he looked at her like a piece of food he could devour at any second. He however, looked exactly like she had remembered, the bad boy in which she feared and adored in just a day, and that was the last clear thought she had of the night, quickly it all became a haze of alcohol, drugs music and men. The men swarmed around her as she danced, she danced and danced, lost in the music, her mind empty, alone.

Then she found his face, his smile, that tempting smile pulled her towards him she was no longer in control and before she knew what she was doing she was kissing him her body on fire she needed him, they were out of the club, out of a taxi, into his house, his room, out of their clothes, and into his bed.  Her entire body felt as if the fire was tearing out of her. He was the cause of an inferno.

She awoke merely hours later, alone. The room was empty, the house was empty and she couldn’t make any sense of it she hadn’t paid much attention other than to the bed she now laid in. The walls bare, the cupboards empty, other than the bed there wasn’t any other furniture in the house. So she left. She was groggy from the drink that had clearly had a lasting effect. The morning effect overwhelmed Kyte. Cars approached along the road, their jet engines left her ears ringing.

It all became too much for her hung-over self to handle and before she knew what was happening she was running, she needed to be home, she needed to be in bed and the streets and the  houses and the  friends flew past her as she continued to blast her way through the town, half blind and half deaf she was suddenly on the road lying face down the warmth covering her face The darkness and silence that followed left Kyte assuming from the light and sound that had crippled her had killed her, not a single thought could be more plausible. She was dead. A car had suddenly mounted the kerb and smashed her down and killed her. How else could the hell that had taunted her for the extent of the morning be gone? It wasn’t till she heard his voice did she realise she was burrowed into a chest, a boy’s chest. She reluctantly removed herself to be met by eyes that were green, or brown, or hazel she couldn’t decide. A flop of hair that sat ruffled on top of his head that made him look...  goofy no other word could describe him. His hair was a light shade of bronze, leaving him looking almost statuesque. She mumbled her apologies which were met with laughter almost musical to her ears, he didn’t care and she would normally be annoyed by his obvious enjoyment of her clumsiness but she couldn’t help feeling like he had absorbed the light and killed the hell. But she stilled needed to be home. She detached herself from him and the pain slowly crept back but was much less overbearing now. The rest of her journey was much easier now she could think straight and 8 hours spent under her duvet till night fell.  She hadn’t eaten a thing for over a day but there was a different hunger deep down inside her that consumed her being. She needed to be out again she needs to feel the light and the energy that she felt. So she dragged herself to her wardrobe and prepared herself for another night.

A thought snuck into her head, what if he was there? What if the boy came back? This excited her she needed to feel him, taste him again. This fuelled her more, the room materialised into the club once again and she danced and drank and searched for the tattooed boy who disappeared, the night grew long and she saw no sign of him or his eyes, or devilish grin. And soon enough she found that her beauty and body drew men to her, so why did she need that boy she could pick from any of them. The mouths open the bodies yearning for hers, and she could choose any of them.

This became her life. Her days were spent at school being the model student, her nights at the clubs drinking and dancing and using men to try and fill the hunger she always had and couldn’t satisfy, she always looked for that boy who drew her to this life but she never found him. A year on she was stilling looking. Working her way through the bar she suddenly felt light, drowsy the room began to blur; she felt the poison in her veins more so then that first time she came here, she looked at the drink in her hand and noticed the normal brilliant blue of her venom of choice contained little white pieces that slowly dissolved and the realisation hit her like a train, she had been drugged. This wasn’t the first time and thankfully some good citizen in the woman’s toilet pulled her out of the club and put her into a taxi before the night became the horror story her teachers always warn the girls in school about. But tonight was different her body told her that, she looked around trying to make eye contact with someone to help her. Anyone to help her.

This is when she saw him again; the boy with the tattoos was watching her across the floor. At first she felt relieved and excited he would surely remember her? He’d help her? These thoughts of hope were short lived as his eyes glowed, he didn’t look at her with the passion or fire he did before. He looked at her with a look of hunger, like she was a piece of meat that a wolf like himself would devour when he had a chance, he began to walk towards her as she turned to run, he wasn’t what she was looking for, he wasn’t the man she’d met, he was something much darker, she had no doubt in her mind, he was the one who poisoned her drink.

Crashing through a side door in the club into a back alley, she would normally come here as a safe haven when the drink was too much and her body rejected it, but despite the need her body had to be sick she began down the alley and was forced to stop as she was met with... nothing? A solid deep nothingness that stopped her from getting away, it towered to the top of the alley and prevented her from getting through, she turned but exiting the door she had left was the boy. His grin left a feeling of a shark about to sneak upon a swimmer too tired to get away. Within seconds she was pinned against the bleak nothingness.

She was terrified, he had her by the neck and the look in the boy’s eye meant she knew she couldn’t stop him from anything he wanted to do.  She was helpless.  She was going to die. His hand shifted to her throat and her world began to fade away into the dark, a thought crossed her mind as it held onto the last of her strength. If she survived, she’d never drink again. Seconds from her last breath, Kyte wished for anything, anyone to help her.

Before she lost all consciousness she heard a voice, a male voice, he screamed out to her, “Vergil! LET HERE GO!”

 Stood in the alley was the Boy who had laughed at her the first morning after her first night out, she fell into a heap on the floor as the man she know knew was called Vergil released her throat, “my my a lowly angel is trying to face me? You are brave, and stupid. Like so many of your kind.” Vergil’s voice was deep and filled with a mocking tone, it filled the alley and Kyte’s chest left her frozen in fear.

The boy with the goofy hair smirked, opening both his hands a glow radiated as he brought them together in front of him. “Catch.” He threw the glow from his hand and it was met with a dark purple that Vergil had fired himself with such speed she hadn’t even seen his hand leave his side but it was now  pointing directly at the boy.

The two colours collided in the centre of the alley; there was a bright light and Kyte suddenly was in a white room. The boy and Vergil was gone, not a single sound to be heard yet it was like a sweet serenity to her ears. She was in heaven she knew it, but she was not entirely sure that she was dead.

 

a guide to girls from an awkward teen (i)

Class dismissed.

Ginge.

My first ever genuine date was when I was thirteen years old. I was short, messy-haired and a bit on the chubby side as my body was storing energy for what my mum kept referring too as the well overdue growth spurt. I had recently moved schools and not really had that much luck making friends with boys let alone girls; however, I remember the exact moment when I found myself blushing bright red – similar to the red of the cute freckled girl’s hair that had at that moment plucked up the courage to tell me that she liked me. (i say she did it, she plucked up the courage to ask her best friend to ask me out).  

Now this for all intensive purposes is what was considered “asking out” at this age, the childish concept of asking a neutral third party to complete a task on behalf of the initiating party (in this case, Ginge) granted this is still used now via the use of texting someone to ask them out but for the point of this chapter Elleesha Phillips will be referred to as Samsung as in this story they both have the same role...

If I remember correctly I was stood in line outside my PSHE classroom (which we then called RE) and all three of us were about to go inside. By “three” I mean me, Ginge and Samsung. In the blur of the moment I casually flashed a cheeky smile, saying that I’d meet her at the cinema at four pm for the movie and I’ll get her a lift home, it couldn’t be much later, as I was thirteen and I had a curfew plus my mum would probably drop me off and pick me up in the evening anyway...

...At least that is what I thought happened; in reality I blushed even more, panicked, screamed “YES!” and bolted into my classroom, tripping over my own two feet before face planting my desk and consequently knocking myself out. Thankfully my best friend heaved me into my seat and asked me “what the hell are you so scared of agreeing to do?”  ginge and her friends on the other  hand were vibrating from giggling. I could put this down to two reasons: Ginge was having some form of panic-induced stroke or Samsung was on vibrate.

Three hours later, when I sat down after an “intense” game of football (that was how I spent most of my lunchtimes at this age), my friends actually pointed out to me I now had a girlfriend. This startling revelation caused me to choke so hard on my apple juice that my Pokémon cards fell out of my pocket.

I had a girlfriend. What did that mean? Well from what Tracy Beaker, Fairly Odd Parents, Power Rangers and Kenan and Kel taught me, you go to the cinema together and do this thing called “kissing”.  I discussed this with my two closest friends, DB and Sander. DB had a girlfriend nicknamed Vampy, and Sander had never had one. Thus, the dumb led the blind as we had this conversation.

Me: I have a girlfriend...

DB & Paul: Yes.

Me: What do I do?

DB: Hold her hand, give her hugs, occasionally kiss...

Me: WHAT?! I don’t know how to do that!

Paul: I’m sure it’s OK. Come on, people kiss all the time!

Me: KISS?! STUFF THAT, LETS SORT OUT THIS HUGGING THING FIRST!

Now every young boy goes through this phase, because to them the concepts of hugging and kisses on the cheek are associated with mums, grandmothers and aunts – because let’s face it, they are not considered girls. (Sorry mum) That night I went onto my dad’s computer and began some lengthy research into one point that I wanted to make sure was not going to be an issue for me: Cooties.

Fortunately I found it to be a fake disease, and that you couldn’t catch any disease from having a girlfriend. I would like to take this opportunity to thank my dad for enabling the safety settings on the family computer. Thirteen year-old me would have definitely jumped off a bridge if my research had yielded results explaining STI’s.   

FOOOOR AMMMEEEERICA

I'm an avid follower of  politics, more specifically the american politics.

 

everynight i watch the daily show. hosted by the brilliant Jon Stewart which takes a slightly silly immature and entertaining weekday show that pokes fun of the US politics.

 

What for me is most entertaining is that Mr Stewart, who often plays the fool or "goon" in the show, he is incredibly intelligent, more than that he is passionate about his country. he doesnt sit in his front porch drinking beer wearing his old army helmet shooting foreigners for his country.

is that offensive? Cissy as my editor let me know

 

He watchs the media and how they "REPORT" the political news, and then shows the boiled down essence of what they are saying.

 

but occasionally he has a segment or piece of news that rubs him the wrong way.

Cissy - again - can i say that?

he takes this infomation and then produces an incredible rant destroying whatever is such evil.

Like he does here

 

on the last note. Obama needed to get his finger out during the debate.

BUT ROMNEY WANTS TO KILL SESAME STREET HE EVEN SINGLED OUT BIG BIRD

DICK.



Captain Pugwash And His Crew(ii)

every ship needs a medical officer

 

this is Dr Rozzlo

 

 

this is a somewhat unusual outfit...

 

this is better but not by a lot

 

this is my wonderful younger sister Bex, shes odd funny mental crazxzy insane unstable...

 

and sweet? she is technically my half sister as her dfather is my step daad, but i dont care, i've known the yke since she was a blur in a phtot and now know her as the pain inthe arse thats actually wondeful.

kinda.

 

our personalitys are similar wenough that we get on but not enough that we clashas some siblings do, but shes my sister and i love her.

 

 

 

 

there is also one other sister i should mention but it is her 18th birthfay next week, ill mention her then.