Had quite a few things I've wanted to put on here lately, but just haven't got round to it. I want to write them properly though so I won't do it now...basically a long winded way of saying I'm still here! (Probably to no-one, but just in case it's not just me reading this!)

Why do people say things they don't mean? All it does is hurt people.

This is a repetition of what I've said before, but I just found someone who agrees and said it much more concisely :)

"It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them."
-Isabel Colegate

I was reminded of this in a lecture yesterday - does anyone else think it's amazing that elephants can swim? and not only that, swim accross oceans?

This woman did such a simple but brave thing. It impressed me when I learnt about it in history a-level, and it seems it still does. I'm glad her funeral was a celebration and not a sad event - it appears fitting in my mind.
Also - as a side note - hearing Arethra Franklin in that setting must have been incredible.

It's not really important now, obviously Rosa Parks was the important one in this, but does anyone ever wonder what happened to the man she refused to give up her seat to? If he's alive, I wonder how he feels about the whole thing. Was he racist, or was he just a product of his society? taking advantage of the rules that favoured him (not that that makes it better). Did he or would he have attended her funeral?

As I say, it's kind of irrelevant now, but it would be interesting to know.

wanted to say this eariler but blogger wouldn't let me!

Basically - am feeling a lot better now :) Not sure what changed, but it did so i'm happy!

I miss him. I miss having a close male friend, that I can talk to anytime and go shopping with and see movies with, and who wants to do the same with me.

The feeling comes and goes, but everytime I see him I realise that I don't can't call him my best friend anymore, and that hurts. I have plenty of friends, and some of them are close ones...but it's not the same.

I think I might watch a funny movie before I go to bed, cheer myself up.

Have now started 3rd year of uni. In an amazing house, it's absolutely huge, with 3 kitchens, 8 bathrooms and 15 people living here. I've finally got a decent kitchen so can do some real cooking now. My room is also unbelievably big. Have settled into it quite nicely though and am generally having a good time :) Only real stress is work which is such a change from last year, I really appreciate my mental peace now.

Have been having lots of random thoughts as ever, but somehow haven't managed to keep them in my head long enough to write them down. I dunno, sometimes it's nice to just let a thought wash over you instead of capturing it in writing. Once you write it down it's bound by your words, somehow it makes me stop thinking about the topic as much once I've written it down - sometimes that's good, sometimes bad, but recently I've decided to just go with the flow and not over analyse.

I think keeping peace of mind is going to be one of my focuses for this term.

I just found this in my drafts section - wrote it a long time ago. I don't think it's finished, but thought I'd give it to you in it's raw form anyway. Be warned, it's cheesy...

A Perfect World:

would allow people to follow their dreams, no matter what their financial situation
would not have people judging each other
would have no religion, but a god that really is good and who does not demand worship.
would have everyone on earth able to have access to the basics of living.
would have people that do not feel the need to destroy.
probably would not have people.

Simon and Garfunkel - I am a Rock

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.