when time and confusion collide

the name is vanessa but everybody calls me van. estranged ex-NJCanoeist of 2004/05 K2-500m. I'm a WSO (FIGHTER) trainee and I'm doing my BA(Hons) English and Politics in the University of York. I like fast cars, literature, art and tulips. I cannot cook. When I was younger I wanted to be an astronaut. I am hopeless at math or anything remotely related to formulae. I detest parsley. I love the colour burgundy. My Macbook is my bestfriend and I've played with Macs since I was 15 so no, I didn't jump on the bandwagon. I have lofty dreams but I'm often afraid to chase them. I don't get angry I get disappointed. I intend to learn Spanish and German. Oh, and I think Liverpool kicksmajorass - I am not a fair-weathered fan. I think ambiguity is beautiful.

DECEMBRE/DECIEMBRE/DECEMBRO
02 -- Thong's bday
05 -- Shumin's bday
07 -- Howeeeeee's bday
08 -- Daddy's bday
09 -- Commsparade!
11 -- Politics exam, snowball
14 -- MY bday!!
15 -- End of term!!!!!!!! To London.
17 -- 07
18 -- Flying home!
19 -- Touchdown 1855 SQ321
30 -- Back to London

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Lyrics by: The Fray

Slip inside the eye of your mind

Don't you know you might find

A better place to play

You said that you'd never been

But all the things that you've seen

Will slowly fade away

So I start a revolution from my bed

Cos you said the brains I have went to my head

Step outside the summertime's in bloom

Stand up beside the fireplace

Take that look from off your face

You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we're walking on by

Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I heard you say

--Oasis

I'll be calm and serene. Oh yes I will. Plaster that synthetic smile onto my face, and let the world see that in this moment I am happy. (I wish you were here) Honestly, I don't know why I'm doing this, living a big fat lie. But you know what? I'm actually enjoying being plastic. I love being fake. That way I can BLEND in with everyone. If being genuine means that I stick out like a sore thumb, then I don't mind being unreal. A ghostly, spectral mirage. That sounds deliciously enticing.