Right - here's a few similar thoughts on the way of life.

1) Chocolate mousses. I have just finished a Aero trademarked chocolate mousse. Now Aero, the chocolate bar, is unique due to the "Have you felt the bubbles melt?" thingy. Meaning that you get air in a chocolate bar. (A bit of a con, I suppose, but delicious all the same) BUT isn't the point of a mousse is that there's air in it anyway? So if I bought a Dairy Milk Chocolate mousse - wouldn't it be the EXACT same thing?

2) Utility Rooms in two or more storey houses. Think about it. The bedrooms are UPSTAIRS, right? So why bring all you're clothes downstairs to be washed and then drag it all back upstairs. It's just effort! It's not like there's no plumbling upstairs since there is usually a bathroom.
Come on, you residential architects! Give the new housing some innovation please!

3) John Barrowman on EVERYTHING on a Saturday Night. Just wait for the mysterious surprise of him popping up in Doctor Who on time. He would be on our screens for more then three hours! Not that I disliked John Barrowman, he is a LOVELY person, and I intend to have a good talk with him at the Stonewall Youth Event (if he appears this year as he couldn't last year) But there mgiht be a thing as too much John...

After a very long and tiresome period of differculties and obstacles to do with my home life, especially the stability or it, I am glad to announce that things are falling back into place.

We now have a permanent house after nine moves total in my lifetime. We have a car. My Dad has a job he actually enjoys. My brother is working hard for his future life. Both me and my sister will be happy with our degrees. We have a huge television. Guitar Hero 3. Wireless Broadband.

However...

Today marks a great day in my teenage life. Today was the day that after nearly seven months of not having such appliances: WE FINALLY GOT A FRIDGE FREEZER.

I can have cold butter and cold milk and not having to buy food every day. I can keep cream fresh, cheese unmouldy, whole chickens frozen for sunday roasts, EGGS, beer and white wine chilled. And, right now with the feelings I am feeling I just have to quote the awesome catchphrase of our beloved Ninth Doctor;

"Fantastic! Oh, fantastic!"

(Despite that actually being a direct quote of a scene where he is saying that dryly, as he's seen the Dalek in Van Statten's Museum, Utah, 2012)

AND tomorrow my Dad says he's getting a washing machine!

Next on the list...that bloody thing called central heating.

There's an elephant in the room.

Only recently I have come to know what that saying means. But I'm now wondering if the meaning could be something different. Or maybe, to me, it is.

Is it possible to think there's an elephant in the room but just not know what it is? Like there's an invisible friction and you just can't seem to put your finger on it.

Is it better that way? Is the unknown better then the known...especially if it's a topic you can't dare bring up nor might want to bring up? All I know is that there is definitley an elephant, but right now, I can barely see it to realise what it means.

The more I write about an elephant and it's anomisity - the more it sounds like a completely stupid metaphor...

...So I'll list the stuff that's happened.

1) I have the internet in my new house - hurrah!
2) Still no heating and hot water.
3) Exams are looming - and I am forever trying to revise for them.
4) I am now a fully-fledged cyclist. Watch out the streets of Cambridge!
5) Doctor Who - Tim McInnerary (sp?) turning into one of the Oodkind!

Right so this was written a couple of days ago - but due to lack of internet I'm posting it now.

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21st April 2008 – 1:59am.

When you couldn’t sleep – did you ever just stare out the window at the darkness and find that you been sitting there so long that the trees no longer look like trees – but faces?

Well, at the moment, that’s what I am doing now, along with writing this.

It’s peculiar how addicted you become to things like blogs and Facebook. During this ever-long move I’ve wanted to record my thoughts on events of the days and not having a outlet that gives me that delight. It even comes to days where I think ’Ooo that’s interesting – I must make sure I include that into my blog somehow’.

I wonder if any other bloggers do the same thing?

It’s also true that I don’t like to simply record the events of the events and tribulations of my days either – though that might be included somehow. I like to express those thoughts of what happens when you think way too much. Those thoughts that no one is supposed to hear, no matter how much you want to call/email/facebook someone telling him or her of the stuff that your mind is on.

The problem with that is that you would have to pick someone to shout/cry/mope to and from my experience the response is not what you have hoped for and not what you wanted in return.

That’s the beauty of blogging though, I believe. Because some person who I don’t really know might read this or any other blog and might comment because the thoughts have provoked them to, in a subliminal way. They don’t have to – they can read and move on. But sometimes, the responses you receive are the responses that you want. Maybe because they don’t have the back story or know you personally.

This, to me, is quite a relief. I can get the reaction I want from simply writing down my feelings/thoughts/records of the day.

Maybe that’s being selfish?

Or just a natural reaction to human life?

Who knows?

All I do know is that blogging have certainly made my life a lot less stressful – thanks to the comments I have received.

LONG LIVE BLOGGING.

Over and Out

Ok so the moving thing is taking it's time. And I am at my Grandma's "checking my school email for new work" since I have missed two days of college now.

The reason for this is that I went to see Joesph and The Technicolour Dreamcoat last night - which was fabulous. Not the west end production, mind, with Lee Mead. But the touring one with Craig, Keith, and Chris from Any Dream Will Do and a bloke from Grease is the Word. It was awesome. Reminded me of times when we were younger and used to see the local panto every single winter.

Anyway, off that slightly nostalgic route, I intend to blog something that has been on my mind for a while.

Boobs.

Yes, that's it folks. I want to blog about boobs. My own infact, and not in a good way.

I hate them. I really do. I hate the way people comment on them. I know they are quite large, but they are also in proportion to the rest of my body. So why make jokes out of them?

For instince, a few lunchtimes ago, one of my 'friends' said "You see Becca keeps hers under control, but yours Nic explode and have minds of there own."

At that moment I looked down to see I was infact wearing an oversized ski-trip hoody, which has a high neck line, and I thought "What is she going on about? They aren't on show, they aren't 'exploding', infact they are safely contained in a bra and two layers of clothing."

ARGH - Rageful indeed.

It even gets the point where I don't wear any low cut clothes at all. I have several v-neck jumpers (currently in holdals) which would be perfect for weather like now, but I simply just don't wear them. And even a £145 dress that my Grandma bought me - I get criticism for wearing it because they are on show.

I know, also, that there have been some moments when I have laughed along with the jokes. Because, on the odd occassion, they are funny.

But honestly people, they are just boobs. Plain and simple. So please, everyone, just stop, because, and no pun intended...

IT REALLY GETS ON MY TITS.

Well, since it is part of the title of my blog, I guess I am going to do some sort of post on it.

First of all. Torchwood - Exit Wounds. I cried for about thirty god damn minutes afterwards. It started at this moment...

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Owen: Why should I do that? Where's the FUN IN THAT! I'm gonna rage my way to oblivion [Yells continuously]
Tosh: [almost whisper] Please stop
Owen: WHY? GIVE ME ONE GOOD BLOODY REASON WHY I SHOULD, ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KEEP SCREAMING!
Tosh: [crying] Because you're breaking my heart.
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Oh blimey, even now I can't stop but well up a bit.

RIP Dr Owen Harper and Toshiko Sato.

It's hard for other people to understand - but I get so involved with TV shows - so much so I mourn their deaths. I mourned Sam Tyler, Rose Tyler, Izzy Redpath, Lorna Clarkson, Brian Steadman, Kurt McKenna, Matt Harvey, Owen Harper, Toshiko Sato, and even Captain Jack Harkness in Parting of the Ways somehow, even though he doesn't die. It's hard to explain, but I become so attached to these people, that I can't seem to not feel sad or happy for them. It's like, in Ashes to Ashes, you want for Alex and Gene just to get it on, like in Life on Mars - how many of us were waiting for that kiss between Annie and Sam...?

TV is a strange phenonemon. It's caught me so tight in a whirlwind of excitement and emotions that I cannot live without the drama.

And so this blog moves on...to Doctor Who.

Right, lets get this straight, I adore the acting of both David Tennant and Catherine Tate. I thought they were simply fabulous and make a great pairing. The mentions of Martha! Oh Merlin they were great. I finally felt some recognition from the Doctor of what Martha did for him and the world, which was definatly needed...that's for sure.

As for the storyline...merh...not RTD's best, but I liked it. The aliens were dead cute - reminded me of that pokemon - Jigglypuff.

Then - Rose. Which was a pleasant surprise - though I wasn't like "BLOODY HELL!" I knew she was coming back, and it was just a bonus to see her so soon. But as she disappeared does that mean she's walking between the two universes?

I do have a theory as to how she comes back...but I won't post it, and it contains some possible spoilers. Plus, I wouldn't want to look like an idiot when it's COMPLETELY wrong

Can't WAIT for the next episode. Pompeii!

Ok - so I haven't 'blogged' in a while. But I have a perfectly good excuse not to have been. As said in previous blogs - I am moving. And it's a whole lot of fun. *sarcasm*

It takes such a long bloody time to pack up everything, shift it, and unpack it. As well as being annoying since it can be summed up in one sentence. But right now, I am sitting on a mattress in my old room with my Dad's laptop at lunchtime living out of a suitcase and eating ready meals every night.

Whats more annoying is that becuase I am the one with the holidays I am expected to do most of the painting/moving boxes snizzle at the new house. Something which today I cannot be btoehred to do. It's 13.14pm and I have only just got dressed. For this morning, I have been lieing in bed watching the marvellous invention of internet TV - mainly Sugar Rush, Hollyoaks, Eastenders, Torchwood and a documentery about a woman giving up her hetrosexual life for a month and indulging herself in lesbianism.

I'm not quite sure what to really do now. I should get to the new house and unpack the kitchen, which was my facebook status a while back now, and I will end up doing it. It does need to be done after all. And then maybe I could sit down with a cup of tea and do some Classics work.

Yeah, whatever. Like any of that will actually happen.

Well, I'll tell you when tinternet at new house is up and working.

All I know is, the next time I'm moving house, I'm hiring decorators and removal man. Turst me, it's WAY easier.