It's My Music, I'll PLay It Loud If I Want To

7am I woke up this morning to ensure my bursary form got to university by a friend of mine. So by 8am I was bored and home, wondering what to do with my morning. I saw my neighbour's car outside, so thought best to not play my music (i considered this at 7am after she a year ago ratted me out to her annoying mother across the street, who then bitched to my dad). And actually, when I got out my car and to my front door this morning, i saw the crazy cow peeking out between her blinds, then cowering behind them when i looked at her. So I figured "Hmmm she's awake then and alert enough to be nosy, music wont be a problem." So it got to about 8.30 and I decided it's my room, my music, and i'll play it. So I did. Ten minutes later the b**** starts banging on my wall. So I press the volume down one notch, and choose to not retaliate. 5 minutes later, she bangs again. So what do I do? I swung my knee up to the wall and bash it back. And sure thing she stopped. Until 15 minutes later when the cow bashed again. And this was all after hearing her insolent annoying 12 year old son wailing like a banshee (the noises i hear from that house are seriously disturbing). its was 9am...whats her problem!!! My music was on for a total of 40 minutes you can hardly accuse me of noise pollution. Lazy moo shouldn't still be in bed, to be quite frank! And you don't hear me banging on her wall when he kid is bashing his basketball against the back of the house for 2 hours straight (its bounced so hard, the mirror on my wall SHAKES, no jokes). i don't complain when she has her music loud, or their screaming and babyish noise making wakes me up at 8am. So it's my room, my stereo, and I'll play it loud of I want to. It's not like it's particularly bad choice in music. Paramore's new album is dead agreeable. Not that I can say the same for her Westlife and Enrique Inglesias drool.

The next time she bangs the wall at 8.30-9am, the volume is going UP for an entire song =D

Return To The Present

So again it has been a while. I honestly completely forgot...to be honest!!!! It occurred to me the other day "oh man I have a blog!" And so I am here. Typing what I want to say, so that one day, when I have the time to do thee ole COPY AND PASTE, I will have a second diary.

I've started my third year, and have ventured off to university in luton. And I hate it already, despite not even starting classes yet! 25 mile round journeys twice a week, £5 parking and stupid, unhelpful tutors (as of yet) and I'm praying for a small miracle that everything will come together and my photography degree will fall upon my lap and I shall be proud of it.

So the Summer has been insanely busy, with the boyf moving out, myself working, deciding whther to move out too, applying for loans and grants; all whilst having a mini panic about "what the hell am I going to do next year??!!" And so I have decided...a long holiday!!! Somewhere with sand, sun, cocktails and a pool. I have so many dreams, and I want them all right now. I guess turning 21 had made me realise these dreams, an also that not only can they happen, but I dont have to worry about getting it all done RIGHT now.

I just know how short life is. I dont want to waste a minute of it.

So I'm happier in this place in my life than I have ever been. Two years ago, I so was not ready for anything. Now I'm ready to move out, live life to the fullest and becoming an adult. I blame the boyfriend entirely for this. I fit wasn't for him, i'd be as naieve and scared as I was 2 years ago, and not even contemplating the thought of travelling, houses, marriage and babies.

I'm 21, and it's so corny, but life really is just beginning....