Would it be naive?

Would it be foolish to say that this is love?
Would it be foolish to say we fit, hand in glove?
I think we'll remain together when push comes to shove.
So is it that naive to say that this could be love?

Some people say 'don't rush' that we're going too fast.
They don't don't see that together we were made to last.
When I'm with you I don't worry or dwell upon the past.
I feel like I'm a ship and you guide me, my mast.

I wrote a little poem.

How to Reject an Ardent Admirer in the Late 19th Century.

I stumbled upon this charming poem today by Christina Rosetti, a 19th century poet, called No Thank You John. It is amazing, more power to the proto-feminist herself!

I never said I loved you, John: Why will you tease me day by day, And wax a weariness to think upon With always "do" and "pray"?

You Know I never loved you, John; No fault of mine made me your toast: Why will you haunt me with a face as wan As shows an hour-old ghost?

I dare say Meg or Moll would take Pity upon you, if you'd ask: And pray don't remain single for my sake Who can't perform the task.

I have no heart?-Perhaps I have not; But then you're mad to take offence That don't give you what I have not got: Use your common sense.

Let bygones be bygones: Don't call me false, who owed not to be true: I'd rather answer "No" to fifty Johns Than answer "Yes" to you.

Let's mar our pleasant days no more, Song-birds of passage, days of youth: Catch at today, forget the days before: I'll wink at your untruth.

Let us strike hands as hearty friends; No more, no less; and friendship's good: Only don't keep in veiw ulterior ends, And points not understood

In open treaty. Rise above Quibbles and shuffling off and on: Here's friendship for you if you like; but love,- No, thank you, John.

Poor old John, I think she did a beautiful job of telling him to jog on. Before I saw who had written this little beauty I thought it must have been a Carol Ann Duffy affair, but alas! Christina Rosetti, writer of the colossal Goblin's Market. So yes, in literary love with this poem.

My bedroom currently looks as though it has recently been ransacked for valuables. In short, it's a mess. I have a relatively effective system with my bedroom; tidy up, let it get messy until I cannot get from one side to the other without walking into something and shouting vulgarities at a shoe or stray bag (the state in which it currently stands) but I have a dilemma, despite my room being in this stage, it looks like too big a job to do. I have no idea where to start, this could be the beginning of something terrible. You'll see me on How Clean Is Your House? or Hoarders. This is how it begins!

I know you must be sick of talk about my other half, Harry from yesterdays post but here I am again talking about him. Don't judge. He's forever giving me unconventional temporary nicknames, calling me strange names of celebrities (alive and dead,) characters from films, books, and television shows etc. I'll give you the definitive list;

-Ray Mears -Margaret Thatcher -Inspector Gadget -Nelson Mandela -Aladdin -Crazy Monk -Bruce Forsythe -Terry Wogan -PC Plod -Saucy Cow -Mr. Bigglesworth -Sigmund Freud -John Barrowman -Wee Willie Winkle -Keith Chegwin -Audrey Hepburn -Marlon Brando -Pipsqueak -Dobby -Rumplestiltskin -Harrison Ford -Brian Badonde -Colonel Mustard -Professor Plum -Trevor McDonald

I hadn't realised how damn long that list is, we've only been a couple for twelve days now. Jeez Louise. I'll nip this boyfriend talk in the bud, otherwise you'll never hear the end of it.

Mum's boyfriend Pete is in the kitchen, playing house-husband making the dinner. It smells so good! All I want to do is go down there, stuff my face with perfectly cooked potatoes and collapse in a post-dinner euphoria. Unfortunately my Mum is working relatively late tonight so that means a significant delay on dinner. I'm devastated, I need sustenance! Now.

An Update in the Form of Word Vomit

Ahh, bonjour dear strangers! It's been a very long time since my last entry, around 5 months in fact. Jesus, that is a while isn't it? Well let me say that a lot has changed in my formerly boring life!

Firstly, I am no longer single and reluctant to mingle, I am now in a brand spanking new relationship with a lovely fellow named Harry. We first encountered each other, drunk, at a mutual friend's party. I saw him and was instantly attracted to his countless tattoos and his fantastic handlebar moustache. Needless to say I am utterly smitten! (Have I used too many exclamation marks? Well I'm excited so they're justified. Nearly put another one at the end of that last sentence, I think I'm addicted.) He met my entire family on our first official "date" and wasn't worried at all. It might be partly due to his.. let's say life experience. Okay, okay he's six years my senior. He doesn't act as old as he is though, and he doesn't make me feel particularly young, plus age is but a number. So anyway, he met my entire family (the most crackers bunch of people you will ever meet) and stayed the night at my house. We watched television until teleshopping came on, and just talked (amongst other things if you know what I mean) until the sun came up. He turned to me and said, "It's light outside." I was so shocked, I neglected the fact that the morning will still come even if I don't sleep. I know it's a cliché but I feel like I've known him for a long time, despite only being in a relationship with him for eleven days, he's a friend who I can be silly with and also be intimate with.
My goodness, I've turned into a soppy cow! Sometimes I feel a bit ill at how cutesy we are. Let's move away from this subject, I'm probably boring you into a coma.

I turned eighteen not long ago, and despite my initial thoughts it doesn't feel any different. I hardly get asked for ID when I buy drinks. So it's sort of like still being seventeen, I've engaged in one clubbing experience, (Bearing in mind that I am bookish and like being indoors) I went deaf in my left ear for a week and was convinced that I had tinnitus. It wasn't so bad while I was there because I had imbibed copious amounts of alcohol. Frequently running to the bar hastily fishing money out of my bra shouting "JÄGERRRRR!" What an embarrassment I was, the bright side is that I'll never see any of those people again. Aside from the ones that attend the same college as me. Oh dear. Needless to say I haven't been again yet, and I hope to keep it that way for a while. Now my relationship status is Taken I have a valid excuse for staying in with my boyfriend and being boring, because luckily for me we are very nearly the same person, he loves what I love. Sorry, I'm back on this subject. I'll attempt (in vain I'm sure) to keep shtum about it.

Another thing that's happening right now/pretty soon is university organisation and exams. I ventured to sort out my student finance last night and after having a mini heart attack due to the misplacement of my national insurance number, I got down to it. Why does directgov insist on being so user unfriendly, using silly jargon that my mother nor I could figure out. I managed to declare that I'm not a resident of the UK (I've hardly been out of the country in all my eighteen years) due to the ridiculous wording of the question. Then my mother was being entirely unhelpful, just saying, "It's the first time I'm doing all this." Oh right of course Mum, I'd completely forgotten that I applied to university last year!! Good grief! I've decided to sacrifice the wonderful surroundings of Brighton university for the University of Chichester, due to the lack of faith I have in my ability to get an A in at least one of my subjects. I'm not unintelligent, just lazy, which is the bane of my life. If I could just read all day and not need food or water, I would be so happy. That is part of the reason I aspire to become a book editor, that and my love of correcting other people's mistakes. I have a field day every time my psychology teacher gives us the new booklet. I wonder sometimes how she got a degree at all.

Well this has been positively delightful! I promise that I will be much more active from now on, with exponentially more interesting entries than this one. Thanks for being there and reading this if indeed you've stayed this long, if not, I don't blame you. I wouldn't read this drivel.