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So rip my pictures from your wall, tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away, there's nothing left to say
So take the ashes from floor, bury them to just make sure
That nothing more left of me
except bittersweet memories

Just bittersweet memories.

Hopefully you all recognise that as BFMV, I'm in love with their music...

ICE.

Ice is always good for a trololololol at people and yourself. Slippy Slippy :P
However, in all seriousness, hope your ice related injury gets better soon Katie.

Me and Jack are so keen; planning Killjoy outfits for MCR and trying to think of Killjoy alias names. Yes, we are very excited.

Thinking about everything can ruin a day, but its worse when you don't know what to think but can't stop anyway.

Quickly out of question

No download, too much going on round that time. Exams and whatnot. Probably too expensive aswell. However, MCR TOUR BITCHES!! XD I'm going to that :D

While on the subject of download, my reaction to the possible invitation of one person may have been taken as rude. Fair enough it was and it was undeserved. I don't habour any sort of dislike or anything like that, I just didn't appreciate the potential awkwardness. It's not the idea of talking or having to spend time thats the problem. It's that it doesn't happen. I guess I'm just still a bit sore that's all.

Long time dead.

For Katie, who pointed out I haven't blogged in much time passings.

Nothing ever properly really dies. As long as a memory exists, so does it's subject. I.e. this blog. Same with feelings really. Time and sepration wear down the sensitivity until all thats left is a deep buried memory. Right down in the shadows of your heart soemthing remains for quite some time.

Revival is quick, easy, sometimes brutal. Simply re-talking with someone is enough to remind you of every reason you ever liked them. Simple enough.

Not much to talk about really.

RAINBOW!! BLEH!!!!!!!

Inclusion. To expand and whatnot.

Above my bed I have a collection of post-it notes, all of which have written on them a quote, lyric or piece of advice for me from me that I don't want to forget. I'm going to add one of these to each blog post from now on so I can share them all with you. How thoughtful of me.

A's and A*'s for my current GCSE results. MEGA PLEASED. Bit disappointed with biology, but I know what my main mistake was so I'll do better next year. Did I mention I was pleased with my results.

To Welbeck, or not to Welbeck? That is the question. With times like this, people getting the best of best results, but still not getting places in university, could Welbeck be an option if all else fails. I'm not too keen on going there, or pursuing a military career, but I can't disregard the chance. I would much prefer not to go.

Starting up a Kerrang! wall. Sort of in the same place as my post-its. I'm thinking I'll have the post-it space in the piddle with eventually posters all around the. So far, I've got an ATL one, Paramore and Lostprophets, along with a cut-out of Paramore getting the Best Album award. I felt that should be up there.

So, first bit of advice falls into relationships.

Don't be a fucking lazy, useless, douchebag shithole like me and go out of your way to see them. I regret making this mistake, so it is now on my wall as a reminder for making an 'Active Visiting Effort'

Half A Mind To Say Never

I waste my days waiting on you

Each day goes not waiting for me

I need someone to set me free

To let me follow time through

Love is the hardest thing in life

Hard to find, hard to start, hard to finish

But it's hardest to forget

While my memory's refuse to diminish

I can't get away when all that holds me

Is no less than myself

Give me the chance that I keep missing

The chance to make the right choice

To pick the right person to love

Don't send the past back to me

While I still have half a mind

Half a mind to say never

Each second I stay sat in the past

Is a another dig into my own grave

I was writing my tombstone

Hopeless and broken by my own thoughts

When I hand offered from above

Pulled me from my despair

Give me the chance that I keep missing

The chance to make the right choice

To pick the right person to love

Don't send the past back to me

While I still have half a mind

Half a mind to say never

She found me just in time

Saved me from wreck and ruin

Shown new light of a new hope

I had half a mind to say never

Now I have a mind to say forever.

I won't give up this chance to choose right

To pick the right person and to fight

Not another mistake in love

The past won't come back to me

Half a mind to say never

Now a mind to say forever

From Wales We Return.

Annual was the most fucking awesome week. Went out into the training area on Sunday for a day of training before starting our exercise scenario on Monday morning, which was as follows.

'We were in the area to prevent hostilities between to rival tribal units flaring and to protect innocents in the area. Our first move was to deny an enemy reccie patrol access to our area. Success. Next, we set up our harbour area before moving on our next objective. Meanwhile, General Cardigan Fitzbadly (no joke, that was the actual name we were given), played by Mr. Peplow, was flying out to take command and address the troops. Intel gathered suggested the General was going to be the target of a kidnap operation but he continued on despite this. Our Night-op was to set an ambush along the route of most likely activity and prevent enemy advancing on the HQ while 1 2 and 4 Platoon formed an all round defence about the HQ. The ambush was successful but General Fitzbadly was captured. Our morning attack was to eliminate the enemy and recover General Fitzbadly. We won, obviously.

Alot of 'hurry up and wait' all through the exercise.

Went out on the ranges on Wednesday. Got a grouping of five shots within an area I could cover with my hand at 100 metres. Pretty good for my first shot I'd say.

Thursday was adventure training, climbing, archery, that sort of thing, not the best day.

Friday was Commandant's parade which was fine despite the rain. The the disco. Noise, sweat and cadets. That was a good night.

Now I'm home, and it's damn good to sleep past 10 for the first time in a week. 6 in the morning everyday while on camp.

Shame I won't get to see much of the friends I made on camp. People from all over the Northampton area. A-COY!!! :D

Time to get settled back in to being at home, ready for results on Tuesday.