hopefully haircut day x

I thought I'd write again. Right now I have time to, because I've just finished a college essay and I think I deserve a break (after doing the bare minimum).
I've been busy doing things that I probably shouldn't be doing, like planning Kyle a surprise 21st birthday party, which went much better than I could have ever hoped for. Although I do keep asking him to put a picture of me up on Facebook thanking me, telling everyone he had a wonderful time, and just in general boosting my ego, but I doubt he will now as it was almost a week ago. I keep at him to get a hair cut, so hopefully he'll do it today but I won't hold my breath.

Dad took your old vinyl collection out of the attic at home for me and I spent Tuesday evening playing them with Jack. Again, I felt an overwhelming urge to protect them, and I was drawn to having them up in my room on Tuesday night, even though there's really no room for them up there. It is probably because I feel like they are safest in my room, and I want to protect them, because they are yours. I've asked Dad for a record player for Christmas, I think he's down for it because we looked at some together online and he asked me what colour I wanted, so maybe its too early to presume but I'm really quite excited and I hope I get a green one.
I haven't started my Christmas shopping yet but I feel like if I make a mental list in my head it'll be much much easier when I start shopping. I've asked Jack if he'll wear matching Christmas jumpers with me and he's said only if it say "I'm Pickle Rick" on it, because he likes the show but hates the fan base or something, I don't know.

I've acquired a new piercing in my face since the last time I wrote to you. Jess and I went together and it was a lovely experience all round. It recently dawned on me that the friends that I make in college (excluding several from my childhood), are probably the friends that I am going to live most of my adult life with. This thought is both comforting and also quite frightening on some ways. Back to the piercing, it's in my lip, which I think makes the whole thing worse, although not at the top of my lip because I think those piercings are truly vile. Dad didn't say anything, but he definitely knows, I would imagine that someone told him before I got a chance to, which is probably just as well.

Other than that I've no major news. I've recently thought about blogging to a different audience than I am right now, the idea of letting complete strangers know the most intimate details of my life seems easier than my peers and family members. Either way, if it's not broken don't fix it, and this isn't broken, yet..

Love you, miss you, think of you everyday.
Your favourite daughter who happens to be an adult wizard xx

Because someone asked me to

It's been over two weeks since I lasted blogged, with means that I've broken my promise to you, but mainly to me, six times over. I'm sorry.

A lot has happened since I've blogged last. A lot of again's. I've started working with Amnesty International again, I've dyed my hair brown again (which was a huge pa-lava (I don't know if that's how I'm supposed to spell pa-lava)), I've gone back to Litsoc again, not that I ever really left, but I'm just more there now than I have been. 
I feel like sometimes we have to go away to come back, retract to attract. I learnt that at home last week. I feel like sometimes the concept of home is a strange one, because obviously I love everyone in my home very much, but that doesn't mean I always like them. In the same way I can't imagine that everyone always likes me, but I know they love and care about me very much. 

I wrote a poem during last week about a trip that Kyle and I took last March, as I don't really have anything to blog about tonight, I'll leave it here.
It doesn't have a name, none of my poetry ever does;

The adult wizard with a wonderful life xo

Somewhere in the space between me catching the bug that turned out to be strep throat 

and you catching that “bug” which was really you not being able to hold your drink

We caught the travel bug. 

And I was never one for wanting to escape 

but when you asked me what I wanted for my birthday 

I said flights. 

When the plane landed I reminded you that this was my stomping ground 

although I had no actual memories 

but I was conceived there, 

developed there, 

I had two parents who loved me infinitely there, 

so it felt like home.

As we lay tangled in that room the first night, 

after my pedometer told me that we walked 21,482 steps, 

you told me that the trip couldn’t get any worse, 

because the room was shit

The door didn’t lock 

And I could feel the tube beneath us vibrating my bones.

Regardless, we woke the next morning with high hopes

I had so much planned for us and you went along with it, 

because you loved me and it was only after I dragged you through the aquarium and up into the eye and over to the abbey that I realized I was dragging 

So just after seeing Henry VIII’s mother’s tomb something told me we needed to leave 

And something told you not to let us walk back across the bridge 

And something told me that Tesco was a good idea 

And in the 82 seconds it took you to pick out your cheese and ham sandwich, 

Khalid Masood drove over 11 people on Westminster Bridge

Injuring 50

Killing 4, 

5 in total if you count the police man he stabbed, 

which I do.

You told me not to cry as we sat on the tube, 

You reminded me in the same way that I reminded you that shutting down wasn’t an option 

Nothing shut down, 

not the transports 

or the shops 

or the busy bees beginning their hard work on the flowers outside our room that didn’t seem so shit anymore

We came back from that trip more the same than when we left, 

more together, more 1 than 2

And when we landed I told you that Dublin was my stomping ground 

because I am safe here, 

and you held my hand in yours because you could,

because we were lucky, 

we were able to, 

we were alive

Khalid Masood didn’t win, 

there are no winners. 

There are only losers, 

some survive longer than others, 

I am grateful that I get to survive with you.