‘Til the stars turn cold…
So what? It’s not like I thought I would actually post very often.
So, what’s new? Well, I’m into exam revision now, aiming for those bloody AAAs I need to get into Leeds, which is completely stressing me out - no surprises there. I think I only managed to stay calm last year because Dean somehow kept my head level - but with him off working now, I no longer have that daily reminder of ‘oh yeah, Hannah, don’t bother getting worked up please’. Instead I’m getting daily reminders of ‘SHITTTTTT, REVISION WAHHHHHH’. Which is, you know, helpful.
What else… oh yeah, Dean and I have passed 18 months (although he prefers one year and six months), which is just bizarre.
But in a wonderful way :3
My hair is in desperate need of cutting, but I don’t know where to go because my old hairdresser isn’t very good and my new one has left. SO NOT USEFUL.
need a holiday, BUT WHERE?
Any more random-ass thoughts?
Guh, of course. There always are…
What are the actual chances that I’ll post more this year than I did last year? Last year being, you know, yesterday.
Well, the potential is there. This is going to be a huge year for me, old 2013 (incidentally, the first year since 1987 where the four numbers are all different!) I’m leaving school, getting my A Levels (in theory) and jetting off to university (in theory). Oh yeah, and I turn 18. In 17 days. Huh.
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?
I’ve spent years thinking, “Ooh, 2013, the year I’ll leave school! Ahhh, it’s so faraway! How scary will it be when I get there?!” Oh wait, I AM THERE.
This year is going to test me, I feel it in my bones.
Underrated Disney couples.
Ahhhh, some of these are some of my favourites :’)
supernatural meme — nine scenes (3/9)
↳ “I hate that we’re in a procedural cop show, and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows!”
I laughed so hard the first time I saw this :’)
Urm… these still exist? I’m sorry, but does anyone else think it’s not very nice to prey on people’s paranoia like that? Doesn’t seem right. Hm. That’s the second time today I’ve been really unimpressed by something.
The other thing was how the Daily Express described Jennifer Aniston’s engagement. They totally implied that she only got engaged because Brad is marrying Angelina in a couple of days, dubbing her “Poor Jennifer” in the process. Why can’t they be nice and just accept that it’s probably just a happy coincidence? Stupid press.
- you are never as awkward as you think you are
- you are never as annoying as you think you are
- you are never as boring as you think you are
- your compliments are never as creepy as you think they are
- you are way more wanted than you give yourself credit for
- chin up, dude
Cause I love him ♥
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.