To- My Superstar Olivia.

Oh how I miss you these days!
All those feasts we would have at your house, with your stylish, fashionable and very 'in' miniature Chihuahua...
Although you did have a tendency to beat us all at 'Physical' when we played singstar, and anything from the Grease soundtrack too...
Of course my favouritest time of all was when you pulled the oven door off in an attempt to get what was inside back out again... I suppose you were just not used to the way us common-folk cook. (But have you learnt anything from it yet?)

Ah look! A picture, from our younger days!
Goodness we were so attractive!!
(Not to mention our incredible photogenetic-ness...)




Oooh dear, I do hope I didn't cause any confusion with Olivia Newton-John.

I suppose not, our hideous five-years-ago photo would have cleared it up straight away!

Now do get a blog, dear Olivia, and if not, then write back to my letter with haste! Haste I say!!

Missing you everyday,
Love, Rebekah.
x

To- Anyone Suffering in Silence.

Just pretend you're a ninja on a secret mission!
It gives you oodles of confidence!

Love, Rebekah.
x

P.S. One day, when I haven't got exams coming up, and my laptop isn't being frustratingly slow, I'll touch this picture up and maybe make it even, which I really couldn't be bothered to do tonight.

To- Everyone that read that last post.

My Brain and I really did intend on going to the library.

Right up until I woke up and felt like someone had bashed my head a few times in the very limited time I spent sleeping.
So no, I'm not in the library. I'm in bed, I've just taken more paracetamol, and I have textbooks with me, just have to find the eye strength to read them now.

Love, Rebekah.
x

To- My Brain (that still isn't in study mode!)

That's it!!
Tomorrow, we're going to the library.
Just you and me.
And we're doing work.
And we'll go in daggy clothes and not care what people think.
And we'll accomplish stuff!!
And we'll get a latte, just for the other blog.

Now go to sleep!
You need to get your circadian rhythm into a reasonable pattern before exams start!!

Goodnight, Brain.

Love, Rebekah.
x

To- My Assessment Due Tomorrow.

It's nothing personal...
Okay, maybe it is.
But it doesn't have to be like this!
I'd be more than willing to complete you, if only you were a little more compelling in your argument!
So far as I can see, I'm getting much more out of emptying my clothes from their drawers, and then folding them neatly into little piles, and replacing in the drawers according to weather suitability.

But on second thoughts, the whole fact that you're worth 20% of my grade this semester is a pretty valid point.
Oh, and only 49 hours to complete you in?

Alright, attention gained.
Nice doing business with you.

Love, Rebekah.
x

To- My Black Shoes.

Way to let all the rain in.
My feet weren't that in need of a wash.
Desperate times then called for desperate drying measures.
Yup, the hair dryer.

Hope you enjoyed the clean out. :)
Love, Rebekah.
x

To- My Left Earlobe.

Get over it.
The earring is staying in there.
Until tomorrow night, when I play netball, but after that it's staying in!
Until I get my car fixed and can drive to the shops and buy some studs.
After that, it's staying in.
So you can just get over being swollen and throbbing and red and hot and oozy and just get used to it already.

Love, Rebekah
x