METAPOD

THEY ARE DOING

THEIR FUCKING JOB.


HAVE YOUR HEAD SCREWED ON AND DONT GET PISSY IF THEY WONT LET YOU GO.

YOU MIGHT BE 19 BUT YOU LOOK TWELVE SO SHUT THE FUCK UP

i love you two

seriously.

today i woke up as it wasnt proving to my dy i overslept, i wasnt feeling graet, as i hadf eaten a 4 year old christmas pudding, my trains were not my friends, i was hungry, i had no clean clothes. it just wasnt my day. i wasnt in the mood.

then i ran into my two most wondeful people, my uni buddies jess and vicky, and they turned the day around in an hour, and for that i love them both. thank you.

jess, is perfectly cute sweet funny bluntsmart and such a laugh, and dislike nipples as an existance.
vicky, i wonderful querky pretty smart funny lesbolike girl. who may or may not be a lesbian.

Thank you. you both make my day better.

Im too observant.

but ill be keeping my eye on things.

some people call me a pushover

i prefer just level headed.

i have had numerous relationships. and i have only had a few SELECT arguements aover the years. never anything full blown, never anything were we both didnt talk for a few hours or even days.

why? becuase i dont tell off. i dont shout io dont scream and i do not lose my temper.

whats the point of getting hacked off for pointless little things?
sarcy remarks, snide comments even grumpy insults, none of which have ehe same of effect as the others of my gender would have.
im unique i know.

but if you cross the line, if you reallly piss me off. i will make sure you know what you have done.

Drunk

drunnnnnnk in lectures
i am doing this one take none stop


i was deemed the party's rqacist
i drew a cat face on my friend jess
i wrote lesbo on  my friend vickys face

punhced a wall

watched cameron epically wander down the corridor of the flat swinging his cock around

and liam still pulled the girl who cameron was trying to "cockblock"

all in all was trouble.

SWEET.
i ended up in my lecture hammered.


Ps. vicky is chunder queen 2013.

Prologue (i) Lighthearted

Prologue

The Land was barren to untrained eyes, sands of deserts reached as far as the eye could see, the sands were littered with both small plant life and the remains of creatures who proved unable to survive in this harsh climate. To this experienced hunter however, it was his home. Living a modest life, he lived in a small hut made of materials he had managed to scavenge from the lands, and proved good shelter from the heat when the red sun burned from the sky above, by the only source of water he had ever come across, he lived here with his family, his love, and his son.  He was tall for his size with large hands that helped him grip tools he used to collect his food. His long brown hair covered most of his face, but he didn’t only use his eyes to see. His years of hunting to survive meant he could smell, or hear much more then he could see.

He had risen and left his home before dawn kissing his love on the head and checking on his son he ventured out into the darkness.  He spent hours in the wasteland and collected a few small morsels, the air was thick and sun had rose as a red orb into the sky, the heat beat down on the hunters brow as he crossed the sands to his home, he carried his spoils on his back when he finally reached the stretch before his hut.

And knew instantly something was wrong.

He dropped everything he held except his spear as he ran towards his home and his sprint became a patter of steps before he stopped all together, 10 feet in front of him stood a man enthralled in a cloak as black as night, it covered him from head to foot but his eyes glared from beneath it. They were as red as the sun in the sky and lying at his feet. Was the hunters family. They lay motionless with a look of pain frozen upon their face.

The hunter raised his spear above his head before he charged, blinded by rage and sadness, he plunged the spear deep into the man’s chest.

Any other human would have fallen to this attack, but this man, this beast, Merely laughed. He rose a single hand and wrapped his long blackened fingers around the wooden spear embedded in his chest. Purple vines wriggled out of his hands and entwined themselves around the spear. With a flash of light the spear was no longer the measly wooden tool it was before and as this beast pulled it from inside itself; the sharpened end had become a long blade that shimmered in the light and the length of the wood and been replaced with the purple vines that had wrapped around it.

The beast raised its weapon above its head and struck downward onto the hunter.

It was met with a long sleek blade. The hunter’s naked form glowed with light as his hair shortened his body became cleansed, the glow radiating from him began to take form before the beast could understand what he saw, the hunter was stood with shining white armour, and in his hand he held a long blade that reflected the entire landscape around them.

Locked in a stalemate the hunter and the beast met eyes.

 

This was how the war of the hearts began.

Oh

and as a result onof my closest and best friends im that lucky

How Do I Describe This Girl

The first time i met this girl was when i noticed she had crudely torn her sticker which had her name, she was short with brown hair and a huge grin on her face, she wa so happy to be at uni despite it just being an unofficial meet and greet,

Her name?

 

Jess Cleaves

 

She was bubbly giggly and seemed determined to defeat everyone in the challendge of a treasure hunt that was creating by one of the lecturers.

even to the point of becoming a little bit of a drill sargent,
(as it happens her Boyfriend is in the army)

the first time i found myself actually socialising with jess was after our first lecture on a monday i was somewhat lost as noone was around when i ran into another girl who we both went to coffee while we waitied and jess then caught me up, (along with Gerogie and Liam)
this was the first real expieriance of jess's "blunt" way of taking situations, in front of both of me and this girl, she asked "is this a date?" i full on laughed at the response, ity was brilliant. rare even.


since that day i have looked forward to travelling to uni as i get a tweet from jess telling about the radom nutters on her train, (she even went away and did it on her coach trip to scotland!)

its these little tweets or the random bluntness or even the training she gave to actually stop helping idiots.
Ali that includes you.

she is brilliant in all so many ways and i am glad i have got her for the next 3 years.
and as many more after.

we both want the same job career so i reckon we could be the real life silent witness?

who knows.


OH and she sees all the best films. its fucking aweosme.

My brain died today

today i bought

A Mcdonalds.
using my student ID i got a free burger with my meal.
as i left to get on the train with my food in hand i stopped
and handed the homeless man outside my bigmac and kept the small burger for myself.

This will help me lose weight i reckon.
and he wished me a safe journey.
i liekd that.

My girl Vicky

She's Funny, Sweet, kind, andcaring, she has made me feel that my sillyness is great. and for that i love her. ill be there for her indefinately. i have not a dam thing to say bad about her and brillinat in everyway.

she makes me happy, and she makes up one part of the brilliance that is My new life.


and i cant believe she ever feels like she is not worth the trouble, she is perfect and i want to spend all my uni life with her. Its brilliant,

Light hearted ii

She peered through the small window of the door at the strange child through her dirty blond hair, she was inexperienced but it was this girl’s aura was damaged and her mind was almost completely consumed by darkness. Yet here she lay in the wards and her master, Flint, was sat about 5 feet away reading through his law book. This text contained all the laws and rules that governed the angels. His bronze hair was flopping over his eyes. He had mentioned that he had met the girl before. He said he was trying to find the source of the darkness he felt and it found him. Mainly because a year ago, she crashed into him in the middle of the street.

 More often than not it’s how he finds the darkness in the world.

She sat down next to him peering over his shoulder hoping to see what he was thinking, “ is there a problem or are you just being a personal space invader?” she leant back pouting, her eyes watching him with a grumpy glare. She was quite a petite girl; her thin arms were a complete contrast to the power she actually possessed. Dressed in what flint referred to as her personal style she wore a combination of colourful t-shirts underneath a blue hooded top. Her short pixie hair was a blond that was dirtied by small pieces of brown. She occasionally wore glasses to her personal disdain but they were required to read through the massive novels she had to refer to in her “studies.”

Flint was her master and as they go he was very open and relaxed. He respected her individuality; she could dress how she liked ate whenever she wanted, practice or study any areas of the laws she wanted him to teach her. The only thing she didn’t control was her name. Her name was given to her by flint, he was her master, he was given his name by his master, and now he gave her the name she would forever go by an old tradition that made up pretty much the entirety of the angel’s rules and laws. She only knew this from her lessons.

She could remember the day he chose to become her master. Before she became an angel she was somewhat adrift, weeks had gone by and she hadn’t felt right, her head was full of fog and she could just recall that there were many men in white coats, they poked and prodded her, they kept telling her parents to be prepared. She never knew what for but her mum would spend hours sat by hair holding back tears, her dad told her over and over again that she has to be strong. The fog got worse every day till she could no longer make sense of what was day and what was night, who were her parents and who were the doctors. Till one moment out of the blue the fog cleared and one figure was stood before her. Flint appeared and told her he needed her to help him. She understood and tried to rise from her bed where she lay and couldn’t move and inch’ Confused she looked at her body and there it lay, drained, tired and empty, but before the  very last of her energy left her body flint appeared by her side and holding her hand. With a smirk he added, “Time to come with me Dakota.“

She peered through the small window of the door at the strange child through her dirty blond hair, she was inexperienced but it was this girl’s aura was damaged and her mind was almost completely consumed by darkness. Yet here she lay in the wards and her master, Flint, was sat about 5 feet away reading through his law book. This text contained all the laws and rules that governed the angels. His bronze hair was flopping over his eyes. He had mentioned that he had met the girl before. He said he was trying to find the source of the darkness he felt and it found him. Mainly because a year ago, she crashed into him in the middle of the street.

 More often than not it’s how he finds the darkness in the world.

She sat down next to him peering over his shoulder hoping to see what he was thinking, “ is there a problem or are you just being a personal space invader?” she leant back pouting, her eyes watching him with a grumpy glare. She was quite a petite girl; her thin arms were a complete contrast to the power she actually possessed. Dressed in what flint referred to as her personal style she wore a combination of colourful t-shirts underneath a blue hooded top. Her short pixie hair was a blond that was dirtied by small pieces of brown. She occasionally wore glasses to her personal disdain but they were required to read through the massive novels she had to refer to in her “studies.”

Flint was her master and as they go he was very open and relaxed. He respected her individuality; she could dress how she liked ate whenever she wanted, practice or study any areas of the laws she wanted him to teach her. The only thing she didn’t control was her name. Her name was given to her by flint, he was her master, he was given his name by his master, and now he gave her the name she would forever go by an old tradition that made up pretty much the entirety of the angel’s rules and laws. She only knew this from her lessons.

She could remember the day he chose to become her master. Before she became an angel she was somewhat adrift, weeks had gone by and she hadn’t felt right, her head was full of fog and she could just recall that there were many men in white coats, they poked and prodded her, they kept telling her parents to be prepared. She never knew what for but her mum would spend hours sat by hair holding back tears, her dad told her over and over again that she has to be strong. The fog got worse every day till she could no longer make sense of what was day and what was night, who were her parents and who were the doctors. Till one moment out of the blue the fog cleared and one figure was stood before her. Flint appeared and told her he needed her to help him. She understood and tried to rise from her bed where she lay and couldn’t move and inch’ Confused she looked at her body and there it lay, drained, tired and empty, but before the  very last of her energy left her body flint appeared by her side and holding her hand. With a smirk he added, “Time to come with me Dakota.“

i love

to write.


i absoloutley klove to create stories and i am atm making a new novel.
it contains all those dear to me but i fear i'm not any good.

but i would love to get something published. i really would.

BOLLOCKS

TYPE TO BACK FLIP
LIFE A MOFO

1787 WILL HAPPEN IF YOU TAKE AWAY OUR GUNS

by 2015 the us projects with the current gun laws that fatalties will increase to 33000 on average a year, this does not include suicides, this does not include military this is just idiots with guns shooting one another.

how can the politicians ignore the gun control system so furipusly because they do not want to run the risk of hurting or damaging their votes? or is it because they want to habe guns themselves?

someone please tell me how many shootings need to occur before the government look at thmeselves and think

fuuuuuuuuckkkk we should do something here?

it is out of hand and out of control.

MWEH MWEH MWEH THE CONSTITUTION SAYS WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS

well john Stuart hit it right onthe head when that was written EVERYONE HAD MUSKETS

take away the 60 round 33. calibar assault rifles and switch it for a single shot minium 45/60 second reload musket fuck it put a bayonet on the end cause i gurantee gun crime will go down overnight.

TAKE AWAY THR RPG give them artillary on the streets. i gurantee they will catch the fucker who did it before he did.

LOCK. FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE *pfft*
BOLLOCKS I MISSED.

rant over.

rant over.

Lyricism (V)

The Lumineers - Ho Hey

I don't think you're right for him
think of what it might have been

Ellie Goulding - Anything Could Happen

Anything Could Happen

Anhything Could Happen

Labrinth - Earthquake

Ladies and gentlemen
This is something they call
A ground-breaker, breaker...
So let me first apologize

Jeff Williams - Falling Toward the Sky

 

Landin safe on the back of the truck
Now we ride through the streets talk about good luck
Man that was tough, jumpin off the building
But if we didn't do it then our time was up

Jeff sent the text, asked for the best
So I stepped right in put flames to the test
Burn it down from dusk til dawn
Rise from the ash and then I'm gone

I am the best featuring the elites

 

I am the big dog, top of the line.
Numero Uno, man!
Listen! I am the illest ORB you know it
GOD OF THE orbs, church is the name,

Discard other orbs, church is the name,
Nobody is better and I know you feel the same.
I’m so rare
I am floating through the air, that all the other orbs ain't even in my atmosphere!

They know to clear the way when the best come through
Because I’m just the best and there’s nothin’ they can do.

Many tried, but just can’t beat me
They all say it’s hard but to me it’s rather easy
To do what I do, better then the rest
It takes four words, I Am THE BEST!

One more before CW

In the hearts of an old hospital
and the home to one old ship
the oddest set of newfound friends
and among them stands one twit

a short haired girl of bright blond
and cheek of any jester
her spirit fiesty and soul so clean
i learnt in just a seminester

a young boy, skinny and with red hair
A son from the far east
his love is descibed as not quite the norm.
but his heart is one of the best

Another Lad his accent different
has a string of women is his path
his heart was broke recently
and we are left to handle the after-math.

Another girl, a women behind a soldier
a hardworking and motivated at best
she keeps the group in check
and makes sure that none of us are last.

one more "lad" a man of law.
the relaxed and chilled young man
despite all lifes pressure brought
he is firm and fast in our clan.

one final boy is in this group,
a cheeky northern git.
he has is own way of doing things
and this makes him the twit.

A direct influence...

of the number of blogging ideas i have over the amount of time i have left before my coursework is due.

today i woke up and felt a hole in my chest that i have no idea what is needed to fill it.
the feeling has been with me all day and i cant seem to lose it and it would be helpful if i knew what was causing it.
one moe before cw

Funny little things

i'm back in london and today decided to make a trip to the brilliant Pitch Perfect at my local cinema.

The O2.

on the way back home me and the madam made the brillaint action of ending up on the wrong train, a qucik hop off the train at the next stop we were making jokes about ending up all over the country, into over the PA system came a man with the biggest french accent i have ever heard.
Now i'm sure its impossible to get to france on just your oystr but either way we headed back the right way and ended up back at stratford.

in the film pitch perfect was a "nerd" by the name benjamin who the madam informs me is like me.

ALRIGHT.
i am.

i am a supernerd.

but madam is like fat amy.
What a pair.

hobbit next?

Boss #2

Cheeky.

Boss.

Mr Goofy?! i resent that.

but love it all the same

Just realised

I am Jeff Dunham

And my sister is peanut.
a little version of myself that torments me in the most brilliant ways i cant hate her.

Love you Bex.

I HAVE

NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING.