Yay!!

On Friday night I was talking to my friend Amy on facebook, and we were talking about tattoos and that we both wanted one NOW (so on Friday night lol) and we both said that we had pretty much the design we wanted tattooed.
So on Saturday, she came over to my flat at about 1pm and we stayed in my room designing tattoos for me, because I wanted the word HOPE on my left wrist and didn't quite know the writing i wanted it in.
So she came over, and she drew loads of different examples, and then she wrote it in french too, and we spent HOURS looking through them trying to see which was best.
We did go to lunch and watched Grey's Anatomy to take a break.
And we came to 2 designs for me and she had the one she wanted.

So the following day, Sunday, we went to the tattoo parlour at 12 (cause that's when it opened) with our designs and asked if they could do it for us on the day, they said they didn't have time and so we booked an appointment for today (Monday) at 2pm.

I could hardly sleep! and I was so nervous today, I was sick (gross, I know, but yeah)

Anyway
then got to the tattoo parlour at 1.50pm, went in and had to wait. The guy who was tattooing on the Sunday was there, and he was the guy who tattooed me! He had to put a trace of my design 3times on my wrist to get it in the right place, then off he went, and OMG was it painful! was worse than my first tattoo.
The guy was really nice, he was chatting and said if I needed a break cause of the pain then I should just tell him and it was fine. But I didn't need a break, and at first I couldn't look at the needle, but afterwards I couldn't look anywhere else!
even though it was more painful than my first, after a bit it was ok and not that bad actually.
then he put Vaseline on an wrapped my wrist in cling film, and Amy and I went to buy cling film and medical tape cause we need it for when we change the clingfilm ourselves.

At first I couldn't move my arm cause it was too painful. but now it's better. I've washed my tattoo and put cream on and put clean cling film too.

So now I will be looking after it
It still hurts, and typing is fucking awkward, but YAY

Oh, btw
I got Espoir (hope in french) tattooed across my left wrist.

Dedication, to 2 important people

I've been having a weird few days...
But anyway, I've been bored and avoiding work, and I went through most of my photos and videos off my camera.
And some of them just made me smile, and laugh, because they were of my friends, and I love them.

So this post will be a dedication to 2 friends, who mean so much to me.

Esu
Words cannot describe her.
She's beautiful, she's funny, she's intelligent, she's kind, she's so caring, she's senitive.
I can be happy with her, I can be sarcastic with her, I can be sad with her - she's there for me and she understands me.
We can be very childish together, we can turn into giggly teenagers, staring at hot guys and making nicknames for them, but we can also be very serious and mature.
We can spend hours on the phone talking about anything and everything, from tv series to school to uni to american politics to modern day views to whether to eat a fruit salad or a sandwich.
We can even tell if the other is eating over the phone, and we can still understand what the other is saying.
She'll call me, I'll pick up "Hello?" she won't say hello, she'll just straight away say something unexpected "Americans are idiots" or "I want to be a gynaecologist"
She'll call me just to say hi, just to see how I'm doing.

She teaches me so much, and she doesn't even know it.
By being herself, saying what she wants to say, acting how she wants, she amazes me, inspires me.
Just thinking about her makes me smile.

I love her

Vikki
She is, hilarious, wild, intelligent, beautiful, caring, generous.
When I'm with her, I know I won't be judged, I can be happy or sad or stupid or serious, and we'll still have a good time.
She knows what I'm like. She makes me smile, laugh, giggle.
She is so outgoing, so confident, she seems so able to manage on her own - it amazes me.
She is so bright, warm, and just, lovely.
She'll call me, to go out for a drink or to Quick for some food, and I'll be scared and nervous, because things aren't planned, I don't know what time we'll go, what we'll do, she says that horrible word "we'll IMPROVISE", and somehow, I know that I have no reason to be nervous, because with her, not having things planned is the best thing. With her, being spontaneous is, freeing, it's not worrying about things, it's having fun, it's great :)

She too teaches me so many things about life. She doesn't even realise it.
She makes me see things differently, she inspires me.
Thinking about her brings a smile to my face.

I love her

Thinking about either one of them, gives me a sense of familiarity, of belonging.
I love them so much, they mean so much to me.
They are one of the main reasons why I go home on holidays, so I get to see them, to spend time with them, to feel accepted and loved, for who I am.

I miss them so much.
Everyday; because everyday there is something I'd want to talk to them about, about my day, about something I read or heard. everyday I'd want to spend time with them, go out to lunch, go to the cinema and wonder what food to buy. I'd want to go have a drink and decide which guy is hot and which guy isn't. I'd want to go shopping and try on crazy outfits. I'd want to go and have fattening ice cream and not have a care in the world.

They are my best friends
I love them
I miss them
I need them

just some updates

Apparently I need to update my blog.
There is nothing specific or important that I want to talk about.. So I will simply write about my past few days, so nothing exciting!

Well, about 10days ago, I found out that one of my practicals was cancelled, and that would mean that I would be free thursday, friday and then the weekend, and I'm free on tuesdays anyway, so in a moment of madness, I bought tickets to go home for a week.
I got my tickets from the machines - twas new for me!
I then woke up early the next morning and got on my train to London, it was shite because I had no seat, so I stood up, and then decided to sit down on the floor - I got weird looks.. but hey, they were standing and I fell asleep! so HA!

Then I got to the Eurostar place and because I had spare time, I looked around the shops, and I bought myself a Donkey Teddy Bear, it's so soft and cute and fluffy!!!
Then I went through the eurostar checks, and was bored so sat down and read my magazine, and next to me in the waiting area, this chinese guy sat, he had a kings uni jumper and he was reading ..new scientist? there was deff. the word scientist in the title
and I thought of Esu :)

anyway, then I got on the train and arrived in Bxl, and because it was dark and I was tired I decided to get a bus, and not a train
so go to the busstop, and this guy started hitting on me, asking me my name, where I lived and then he blatently said "I want to go back to yours and have sex"..
and for some reason he was shocked when I said no... lol

I arrive home and rang the doorbell, my brother opened the door and looked so confused!
then my mum came home an hour later (with my aunt) and we had locked the front door so that my mum had to ring the doorbell, I opened the door and she shrieked "ah, what are you doing here!!"
She did say that it was the best birthday present though, me being home...

then just spent a week at home, doing nothing and relaxing and just.. being on holiday basically.

Then, the journey back, damn travelling!!!
the eurostar was delayed, and then I got on the train from london and I got a seat, I tried to sleep but it was so uncomfortable.
Oh, at london Euston I saw James Nesbitt
and I arrived back on thursday, so like 5days ago.

On friday night I went out. Got very drunk, and in the process I half tripped (you know when you're about to trip, you twist your ankle but don't fall over) and so my ankle/foot/leg is really painful (ive just got back from Boots and bought some cream and bandages).
I also met a girl, we got drunk and made out a couple of times and have been texting over the weekend..
And saturday, the hangover!! omg.
So I sat in my flatmates room (after waking him up at 2.30pm) and we watched grey's anatomy

and that's been my past couple of weeks
So nothing interesting, nothing amazing, but nothing too boring either.

I've just been in uni for a couple of hours, I'm now going to have lunch and maybe take a short nap.
I'm back in uni at 3 and then at 7pm I have a committee members meeting for the LGBT, and then we plan to go out drinking..
But I'm running low on money, and I'm tired and my ankle hurts.. so we'll see.

oh yeah and two randoms to end with

I LOVE HAIRSPRAY!! (the film, from 2007)

and my newest fave song
"Gotta Figure This Out - Erin Mccarley"

good day, no, great day!

OMG I've had such a good day!!

I woke up, and then went to counselling which wasn't so good, but when I got home I went to my flatmates room and he hugged me and I sat with him and watched Heroes - which was really good!!

Afterwards we stayed in his room and watched stand up comedy on youtube - hilarious!
After that, at 6pm we went to BINGO! oh yeah, bingo, and after 3and a half hours, he won £80 which we split 50/50!!!
but it was so much fuuuun!!

Then we walked home and bought some takeaway, and sat on his bed and watched HAIRSPRAY! and I love that film, I'd never seen it before, and it was so good.
And I've just left his room, and I'm going to get some sleep now.

But I've smiled and laughed so much today :)

About something that happened - can't speak french in flandres!

I'll summarise the article.
Last week, this 14year old bilingual French/Dutch girl, living in Flandres, going to a Flemish school, was attacked, cut 38times with a cutter, because she spoke French in Flandres.
She was outside school, after school, talking to her friend in french. Someone from her school, another student, beckoned her over, and then she was surrounded by other students. She got scared so took out her cutter, and in the struggle it fell and was picked up by one of the other kids, who cut her whilst the others held her, she got away after having been cut 38times, whilst the kids laughed and others who were watching laughed and clapped. All because she spoke French with her friend.
How unbelievable is that???

The girl then went home, told her mum who went to the police to complain. The girl was kicked out of school, because the headmaster said she probably cut herself and he can't insure her safety at school. The police can't do anything because there is no law against language discrimination.
So that's that for now.

I am shocked! It's just insane!!
Firstly I can't stand this stupid thing with the flemish wanting everyone to speak dutch, that kids in schools must ONLY speak dutch, after school groups, like football teams must be ONLY in dutch, restaurants have to be in dutch only and so forth. You can't even speak a different language to a family member!! I read that this one family, they were perfectly bilingual, but because they didn't speak dutch at home, they weren't allowed to buy a house in flandres..

The flemish are OUT OF CONTROL!
This sort of goes with my racism post.
HOW can they be so .... so.... gah I'm so angry at this that I can't even put how i feel into words.

It's appalling, and just.. pathetic.