I can't pick out just one. In fact I wish that I could go back in the past and just say to myself,
"Are you sure you want to go down that path?"
I do believe I went down a bad path and ended up in front of a dead end. Instead of picking myself up, turning around and starting again. I took a seat and just stared at the dead end. It's hard to explain.
Anyway a good moment of this year was the naked guys in the canal. I mean there were naked guys in an actual canal. I have to say it again just to remember it was real.
I need to stop being so impulsive and listen to the voice in my head that says, "no, idiot, no"

Woe betide the fresher person...who accidently touches me

Well it's that time again. What time!!!! I hear you exclaim, well if you're a third year you'll probably just scoff. Fresher time.
I'm actually scared to leave the library, they are swarming all over the place. You can feel the flu symptoms in the air. (Well I'm already sick anyway so I can talk.) There seems to be some kind of fresher hatred. I didn't sense it when I was a first year, though I was probably oblivious to all that.
I feel I should warn them though. Uni isn't all that it seems. I mean it is an awesome place, if you want to drink everyone night. Studying, well that's a different story. I mean, if it isn't the drunks outside your room. It's your housemate blasting music through the thin walls. That's if accomadation works out. Plus did I mention the cliqueness of the societies.
Oh well good luck to them.
I miss my innocence.

After watching Dating in the Dark last week I came up with my own reality dating show. It's called Dating your Dad. 
Four  20-something contestants are told to enter their Dads in a competition, while they will be sent on a blind date. They are not told what competiton their Dad is going into.
They are informed that they will in fact be dating a blood relative of another contestant. A brother or cousin...etc
The contestants are all Daddy's girls and also in seach of a man who is willing to take care of them.

Stage One

They will meet the other contestants. They live in a Mansion together- cue bitchy arguments and backstabbing. Just to get that reality show feel. How they treat each other is counted as a stage.

Stage Two

They must date another contestant's Dad in the dark. They are not told this. They must see if they can make a connection without relying on physical appearances. At the end the Dad and contestant give each other a secret rating.

Stage Three

They are told, finally that their blind date is older then they were told. 40+. They are also told that their blind date is a millionare. They are given the chance to leave if they want.

Stage Four

The contestant is given the chance to chose an activity they can both participate in. They are still in the dark for this. (Example-pillow fighting, talking more, sex.) They are still being filmed of course.

Stage Five

The final stage. They are revealed to each other.

First the contestant sees what he looks like. She is then told which contestant's Dad she has in fact been dating.
While she is realising this we cut to the Dad.
He sees what she looks like.
and
how she treated his daughter.

They both see each other's rating.

They can then make the desicion as to whether they would like to continue dating.

Mr Knox-he was a hot P.E teacher. He made us all want to participate in P.E just because... Even though he only taught the boys. No wait he also taught us Sex Education. It was year ten I remember it well. (We kind of already knew that stuff (being teens) yet still it was an experience.)

Fine you want a serious answer.
I had two. Mr Glasgow in year six and Mr Amos yr 7-11. He was a form tutor and so strict and funny at the same time. He made sure people rarely misbehaved but managed to make everyone liked him.

Erm hello I don't do the outdoors. Last time I went outside for more then a few mintues I was bitten by some insect. My foot swelled up like a grapefruit. Point being of course the luxury hotel!!! Though if they have a socket for a tv out there in the wilderness then of course I might go camping.

Dishwashers. I just think they waste energy. I understand the need in cafes but in homes, they are kind of pointless.

I declare my independence to think and believe whatever I want.
This is such a tough one to answer. Mostly because I don't believe that anyone is truly free. Whether it is physical, (the inability to walk) or mentally (learning difficulties and mental health issues.) Also addictions which bind many people.
There are so many ways we give up our freedom in the hope someone more powerful can do a better job. So I think right now the fact I am able to believe what I want without corruption. To think how I want without interruption is the biggest power I have right now. Until a day comes where we have to give up this right I will hold onto it.

I can't believe he's died. People are saying it's so surreal and it is. I guess I kind of thought he was immortal. My sister said if she has kids they won't even know who he is. She's so right about that. I also can't believe how callous people can be. It's as though they can't wait to drag up the past. It's despicable. He is a complete legend. I think anyone who has the power to make the world feel something should be celebrated. From the person screaming in a crowd at his concert hoping he will look their way. To the kid sitting in their room who wants to be so much like him. I don't think we'll have another hero like him. My Dad worshiped him back in the 70s. I can't imagine feeling anything for the talentless celebrities we have now. No one did it like him. He was just...cool. I wish he had the chance to win back the rest of the world. Yet he will always have those fans who believed in him to the end. Who listen to 'Heal the World' and remember singing it in assembly. Who danced to 'Blame it on the Boogie.' He changed things. As long as we play his music he will live forever. If we can touch one person in our lives and make them feel like something then we will be remembered.

This has also made me think about the celebrities we have now. Back in the day they were respected and revered. Back when people didn't know how cameras work and fame was further away. We envied them because they would always make a difference and will stand in time forever. Now we mock them. We scour magazines in the hope of seeing sweat patches. Giggle at weight gain and now pregnant celebs are expected to drop the weight as soon as the baby is in the world. I have visions of the baby being handed over to the nurse, while the celeb hops onto a treadmill. Yet why do we take such pleasures in their failings? Their only crime is being human. So why are ridiculously high standards set for those who can sing, dance and act. One of my first thoughts when I heard of MJ's death was 'they've killed him.' I'm not even sure who but the tabloids have probably played a part in this. Do they learn? No they jump on to the next big story. Kerry Katona's weight gain. I mean it's so important, that's never happened before!!! I think another reason is that we all have the chance to be famous. Even if it's just for a moment. With Youtube we can sing to our hearts content. (Ok maybe not well.) You'll be remembered for it though. Facebook gives you the chance to be remembered even if it's just for a few seconds till the next status. We have unlocked the mysteries to fame. So now I guess we're asking, 'why are you so special? We can do the same as you. Give us something different.' I don't want to hear the many jokes about MJ. He was a legend and that is an end to it.

I don't think she is disturbing but Jessica Rabbit. Guys will be like, 'she's well fit.' Hello people she is a cartoon character. That said I do have a thing for Hercules but it's more his voice then anything. I fear I have said too much. Fine I'll stop talking starting from now. Though it isn't just Hercules, Aladdin's a bit of all right.
STOP

I feel like an adulteress. It wasn't meant to happen this way, it just did. Now I find myself. I'm falling in love with Leicester. It's strange, my loyalty has always belonged to Birmingham. I find myself missing it's familar roads. Longing for it's strange buildings. Most of all, I miss the Highcross. It's so shiny. Don't get me wrong. Birmingham is like a smelly old glove. You know where you are with it. It fits comfortably because you've stretched it out. I don't think I would live in Leicester but I guess it's a possibilty. Leicester is an exciting new fashionable glove. I love Birmingham because of it's flaws. I love that after waiting fifteen mintues for a bus and then being splashed with icy cold water as it drives past you. I love the feeling of the poluted air circling around my lungs. When I'm away I miss it. Now I'm here I can't even find the need to complain. I finished Cat's Eye. I guess I had to be in the right mood. I suspect I didn't get as much out of it as i should have. It just felt as though she was trying to tell so many different stories. It did make me think about my childhood though. When I was little I grew up with two brothers and mostly was taken care of by my father. This meant that I learnt to fight, play marbles and conkers. All skills great for adult life. Fun times. It makes me think about parts of my life I'm not proud of or ones that I've repressed supposedly forever. It wasn't until my mum was reading my work that I realised she was reading me. Getting something that I didn't know I was putting in out of it. Now I guess I'm freaking out. I always thought I was a private person (I'm really not.) So what would someone get from my blog anyway. Would they get my deepest fears that I don't even want to know or think about. There are just some things I don't want to know.

'I feel like a bird in a wooden cage.
Who cares if it were silver or gold?
It is still a cage and I am still trapped within it.'

I have been thrown into a pool of sharks and other deadly fish. Well that's how it feels coming home. I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to my room. It's a strange ritual but I like to tell my room 'thank you for putting up with me.' I couldn't get the words past the ridiculous coughing and spluttering I've been doing. It's embarrasing as well. Everyone looks at you as though you've got some diesese (which I probably have.) The main problem is that we are all at the mercy of a fifteen year olds hormones. She also has the spirit of my grandmother. (They can both be controlling and make life a living hell if pushed. My grandmother is still with us (unfortunatly)) The main problem is that when I left there must have been a huge power stuggle. My brother and sister are now not speaking. I have (as always in any situation) tried to stay neutral. I guess I'm wondering if being neutral is worthwhile anymore. It's sometimes the easiest option but in the end the two people fighting eventually turn on you. There was a fable about this involving a bat. (I can't remember.) It's also got me thinking about power and why people want it so much. I would hate to be in charge of anyone's life but my own. Why do so many people think they are capable of dictating to others what they must do. Now that university is over I'm beginning to think too much and overanalyse everything, which is not a good thing. I just think a lot of things could be solved if people would just talk to each other. Although something feel so stupid you don't want to bring them up. Grrr. I don't even know what I want anymore. Well I do, but that's another story for a different time.

It has been like a hospital here and it is only now that everyone is recovering. The thing that spooked me is that Swine Flu has shown up at my old Primary School. My little brother attends this school and apparently 50 cases have been detected. Since my family have been sick for a good 3-4 weeks I suspected it may be swine flu. (Being a know hypochondriac my view may have been slighty blurred.)Regardless I began what I will call the journey of the phone calls. I phoned.... (through these numbers I was directed to the next.)
Swine Flu Information hotline
NHS Direct
GP Surgery (closed-talk to emergency)
Emergency
(Health something)
4 other different numbers. At the end some random doctor kept phoning every ten mintues to ask for information I had already given. Long story short the next day another random doctor said if none of us had a temperature it probably isn's swine flu. I didn't pursue it as by then everyone was recovering and it would have seemed that I was messing around. I still feel that this should have been taken seriously but whatever. Also the information they give out is so conflicting (don't leave the house to go to your GP) how else are you meant to get checked out when no one will help.
Whoever slept with that pig has a lot to answer for.

Death on coach
Chris- Find one of the men to do it with, go out with a bang

Chris- Smokers cough without the smoking

Me-These don't look like people I want to die with. I'd much rather Zac Efron and Hugh Jackman
Chris- I'll have Zach
Me- and I'll have Hugh, deal?

Me-At least we didn't die
Louise- Unless we are already dead
Me- At least we can spend eternity together.
(Group grumble and 'I suppose')

Louise- She's got lung cancer
Joe-There's that penis envy coming out
Louise- Well you know what you do with phallic objects
Joe- You put them in your mouth?
Louise- I break them

Joe-Trees and soil have consensual penetration

-Coach person- Then he touched her boob....

-(random londoner) I shouldn't have to wait this long in this quene, I'm from London I have rights.

Expo people
-When I die I want to be halal meat

-I want to be prepared by a circumsied doctor

(someone singing) -We were meant to be together
                                     Our lips match perfectly

Joe-It's like rape, the coat is always on you

Chris- She shouldn't have a sign on saying 'free hugs' it's false advertising

Expo people- Clap, I command it.

You need a bucket of glitter and the ability to run fast. Pick some random stranger and chuck the contents of the bucket onto them and then run away. Shout over your shoulder 'You my friend have been Cullened' then hope to God they can't run faster then you.

The opening song (fine I'm not a song writer)
I tried to hide my identity
In a world of mutant foe
I ran away from my personality
But found no where to go

Then you said to me

Let out the animal
Become invincible
Let out the wolverine in me

Forget the tragedy
Ignore the controversy
Let out the wolverine in me

Release the wolverine
Become the wolverine
Let out the wolverine in me

Boy

You need V.I.P access from the girls in the room
Out of all the girls passing
You look like you're asking
Flaunt it, cause the boys will want it
You look so pleasing
So please stop teasing

Girl
You think you're hard
You think you're sick
Keep away from me 'cause you're thinking with your ....
You're only thinking about my clevage package
Step away quickly cause you got me in a rage

-Them a no nothing
-It's an obligation not a privilege
-Catch it, bin it, wash your hands
-She looks like she's asking
-Why is Paddington trying to hypnotise us?
-Life is hard, like your dad in his pants
-Heel mentality
-Downright insolent
-Flaunt it, cause the boys'll want it
-V.I.P accesses
-Looks tonk/ that is shower/ baked
-If I die before you which shouldn't happen
-Those shoes are sexy
-When will Dad realise, we run it
-She's just upset because her boyfriend is butters

My secret to tell
My business to sell
My service to contribute
My news to distribute

My deed to reward
My gift to afford
My soul to exchange
My life to rearrange

My story to write
My battle to fight
My wish to grant
My seeds to plant

Mine

Your disdain turns me to ice
Your dismissal melts me
I long to set my explanation free
To save us both

I am drowning with no hope of rescue
Falling under my own dreams
Longing for the moment it will change
Hoping you will finally believe

Is the damage irreparable
Much like this situation
I long for an answer
I will never receive