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Thursday 31 March 2011

Good things...

...come in small packages. 
I have decided that this statement is to only try and cheer up the small people of the world. 


I realised a while ago that I'm short. 
Today was no exception to pointing that fact out to me. I went to help my flatmate Clare out with some of her photography work. I'm on the list of people she knows will help her and model for her and I like helping her out. Makes me feel good :D. Today she was taking photos of my eyes and me being the short person that I am had to kneel on a chair to get high enough for her camera on the tripod. :| It's like... it's a nice sunny day but oh wait...you forgot... you're short! Ha ha! :| Clare had to wheel me about on the chair to get me into the right position for her camera. It was funny having to be moved on a computer chair but also annoying that I had to kneel on it to be tall enough. Being shorts sometimes sucks. 
Clare also has to help me close the blind in my room sometimes. I have a sky light and when I open the blind too far up I can't reach it again to pull it back down. I have resulted to using a coaster to help me with this problem :D 
Another instance of when being short is rubbish. Rides at theme parks. When I was younger I couldn't go on some of them because I was too short. This was also the case for one of my brothers and to get around this problem my parents put rolled up socks in his shoes to make him tall enough. I think there's probably a height restriction for a reason and doing that was probably tempting fate a bit. However, he's still alive now so I'm guessing it was fine :D 
There's been occasions where I've bought 3/4 length trousers and worn them as full length trousers because my legs are too short. Ha ha! Laugh it up. :p And I was never allowed the enjoyment of jeans with a design at the bottom of the legs because my mum would either cut it all off or tuck it up to make them short enough for me. Yey! :| 
Since I was 15 I've always gone for guys who are tall. 6feet and up pretty much, which was always funny when my family met them. I looked like one of the 7 dwarves stood with my family :p My current boyfriend is 6foot3 or 4 I'm unsure. When my brother first met him he said "Couldn't you find anyone taller?" He's a foot taller than me which amuses him sometimes because I have to stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. If he looks straight ahead I can't even reach his chin on my tiptoes. If he doesn't want a kiss he just does that and I'm resulted to jumping up which can cause trouble as I do head butt his chin sometimes. All in the name of love right? :p 
So yeah being short may be cute but it's a pain in the ass most times. Rant over. :) 


However, I do have a slight obsession with shoes. I use my shortness as justification for buying very nice but very tall high heels. :) In Sheffield with me now, I have about 29pairs of shoes. All various types not just high heels. I found some amazing heels in Schuh a couple of weeks ago but being poor and only just buying a pair I didn't get them. I did however, state to the shop assistant that I would be getting my loan through soon and asked whether or not they would still in store when they do come in. They will be :D 
Look how beautiful they are :D. I will have them one day. 




Being short does have it's advantages sometimes though. I look young as well so I used to be able to get children prices for things. :D Ka-ching! :) 


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Minority

I have never felt so out of place in my own country before. :s 
Today, well technically it was yesterday but as I haven't been to sleep yet I still class it as today :), my boyfriend and I went to try out a noodle bar in Sheffield called Yummy's, or something like that anyway. 
At first glance it doesn't look anything special but it is actually really nice. This isn't meant to be a review blog but it's turning into one :) oh well. 
You get good portion sizes and the price isn't that bad for eating out. 
However, when we went in it was filled with oriental people. It was strange and a bit unnerving at first. My boyfriend isn't a very dignified eater, the human shovel is probably the best term to use :P, and he had noodle soup, not the best to eat in a socially acceptable way. Trying to eat a meal surrounded by people who know how to use the utensils correctly got me a bit worried. Ha. I stuck to using a fork so not to make a prat out of myself. 
I don't know but they could have had a special way to eat stir fry and I could have offended them in some way. I probably didn't but you never know :p 
My boyfriend was a bit wary of how he was eating as well, he suddenly got a little more dignified :p  
However, the whole experience was enjoyable and I would go back there again. 
Friday is Spanish Tapas night for Mike's birthday. I love tapas and the place we're going to is so nice. I feel all multi-national eating so many different cuisines. Having Italian tomorrow :D 


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Tuesday 29 March 2011

The start of something brilliant...

... or probably not to be honest. 


Every time I sit down to start writing a diary or something I get bored or realise that my life is quite boring and end up just using the book to doodle random things, normally snails or 3D boxes, or write lists. 
Funny things do happen in my life which, to me, are quite funny but other people may not find them that way. 
Oh well :D This isn't to tell everyone about my life, it's to write down things that amuse me. Which is a lot I must say. I would try and write a diary but I might as well use a blog as everybody is doing it nowadays and using a pen and paper is overrated. :D 


I'll use this to comment on funny things during my day or to show things that I find amusing. :D 



Much love 
:D 
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