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[March the 5th @ 5pm] |
 This couldn't have come at a better time for me.
Well it could, possibly a time when I could ride and train, but anyway.
I was feeling like shit yesteday, to the point of narly doing something stupid... But...
Ian phoned me today, he supplies us with horses, oure family already had 6 of his polo ponies, and today when he rang...
Well - HE's GIVING ME ONE!!! ZOMGLULZROLFLMAO!!!!
She'called Delicate Touch, is a 7 years african TB, and Ian doesnt have enough time for her, but says I was the first person he though of ♥
( Pics and Info )
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| Lets Co-Ordinatate! |
[March the 2nd @ 8pm] |
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Well if I'm going to be stuck with a great big green thing on my arm for 10 WEEKS, my hair might as well match...
Its not a very good picture of the hair - Huge thankings to Blake for helping me do it - its brighter and more even...
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| This isn't just a fracture... |
[March the 1st @ 9pm] |
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 ...This is a Type Two Salter Harris Fracture.
Jealous Much? Should Be!
So after the Oska related mishap yesterday, when my wrist started going some pretty shades of black and purple, I figured I ought to go get it checked out
I hoped the X-rays would be better, but sadly not.
The epiphysis, together with the growth plate, is partially separated from the metaphysis, which is cracked. I've had to have it put back and completely immobilized, so I don't become a spac with one arm longer than the other =[
Dont expect much posting, it's kinda hard with one hand.
In other news...
The Phantom Of The Opera.
There I said it...
Most of you none of Brit, or Brits with better stuff to do wouldn't have watched casualty tonight, and seen the woman set her face on fire, and unless you live with me, hear my father sing songs from TPOTO everytime she came on screen.
I do beleive my father may be quite mad.
In a sweet way.
Though his insistence on talking like Papa Lazarou is quite worrying at times...
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| Finally, one I can remember... |
[February the 29th @ 9pm] |
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In my long running saga of mystery injuries,
I finally have one that I can remember doing.
That may seem strange to some people, but I am possibly the only person to break their ankle and not realise.
Oska (Six month old foal) sprained my wrist.
It wasn't his fault really.
He was all scared at being in the stable whem it was windy, so when I went to try and push him off the stable door so I could open it, he insted pushed my wrist right back.
I'm pretty sure its only a sprain, and with lots of pain killers, it's not so bad.
And on to the pain killers.
I took several this morning, (For something unrelated)
but to do so had to eat, (or they just make me sick)
and then I went and watched a movie, and completely didn't notice I was stealing Blakes popcorn.
I only had a tiny bit, but the calorific content,
well, I don't even want to think about it.
It looks like I'm going to be stuck inside all weekend doing revision, so talk and keep me company ♥
And you can help me with my music coursework,
compose anything,
but if its a song (I.e with lyrics not from a musical) you have to preform it, which, as a classical musicain there is no way in hell I'm doing.
HELP!
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| Not a 'Happy Day' |
[February the 28th @ 8pm] |
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Think I've re-broken my ribs.
Just as they were about healed.
Fell down the stairs.
At school.
Wearing a skirt.
Not good karma.
And I've had a cold for about 8 weeks,
And recently a cough,
Again with the ribs, not good karma.
Robin saw me writing in my journal today.
He was reading over my shoulder, and then he saw my aims.
42lbs before my GCSE's next year.
We sit together in lessons 6 hours a week.
And he now thinks I'm crazy.
Sad thing? He may be correct...
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| Cinder Toffee... |
[February the 25th @ 9pm] |
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Intake
Brekky None
Lunch None
Dinner 1 small apple
Snacks 1 cracker, unsalted
Exercise 3 mile run before school, 2 mile walk, 1 hour of hard labour (Lulz, doing the horses =P )
Journal
Not a good day, reasonable food wise, pissy people wise.
Can't be bothered to write any poems down today.
Connor broke his arm, and Bekki broke her collarbone while skiing last week, both in seperate incidents.
When Sophie's dad heard this on monday, he wasn't going to let her go, cos her elbows only just healed.
Can't really be fucked with all of the school drama right now though
On the plus side I has music tomoz yayz! =]
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| Alone [--Because There Is No Other Way Of Doing This--] |
[February the 24th @ 10am] |
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 WORDS©XCLA1M@LJ
PHOTO'S FROM UNKNOWN SOURCE
All my hopes and all of my dreams,
And everything that falls in between.
Seems to me that the memories,
(They) mean more to you than they do to me.
Through the sky and into your eyes.
And I see everything falling in between
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm OK with faking this,
I'llfakeeverything just to slip your kiss.
If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet,
I might be able to love you,
Butnevershowit
You should forget me, this is a long tour,
And I'll be back but, not in time for...
If all we speak is rational thought
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
 (My) eyes are black, my throat fullofsickness
And I'll be listening, but not for long
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(My) eyes are black, my throat fullofsickness
And now I see everything falling in between
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm OK with fakingthis,
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.
The words I write, are cheapandtrite,
But they're drawn on the back of your door
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Remind of the ones before
Mylipsarecold.
Thetruthistold...
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| ...why not? |
[February the 23rd @ 9pm] |
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PHOTO&WORDS © XCLA1M@LJ
Oh why can't I be what you need?
A new improved version of me
But I'm nothing so good
No, I'm nothing
Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs
Of violence, of love and of sorrow
I beg for just one more tomorrow
Where you hold me down, fold me in
Deepdeepdeep in the heart of your sins
I break in two over you, oh
I break in two
And each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life
But you don't see me, you don't...
Here I'm pinned between darknessandlight
Bleachedandblinded by these nights
Where I'm tossing and tortured 'til dawn
By you, visions of you then you're gone.
The shock bleeds the red from my face
When I hear someone's taken my place.
How could love be so thoughtless? So cruel?
When all, all that I did was for you...?
I break in two over you, oh
I break in two
And each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life
But you don't see me, you don't...
I break in two over you, oh
I break in two over you, over you
I break in two
I would break in two for you
Now you see me
Now you don't
Now you need me
Now you don't...
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| Big Bright World |
[February the 23rd @ 4pm] |
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Lyrics By The Cure,
Art By Me - XCLA1M@LJ
Yeah it's a bigbrightbeautiful world
Just the other side of the door
Six billion beautiful faces
But I saw them all before...
No this is not about running out on you
Not a case of right or wrong
It's only that it's over and done for me
It's already been and gone
And I don't want another go around - I don't want to start again
No I don't want another go around - I want this to be the end
I want this to be the end - I don't want to start again
I want this to be the last thing we do
It for me and you...
For all my dreams came true
Yeah I know I should care if you come with me
Yeah and I should care if you go
Really should care about your love or your hate of me
Yeah I should care... but I don't... </u>
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