If I fill my Dissertation with beautiful diagrams courtesy of Word 2007 ….
… Will I get a higher grade?
Cause DAMN they are pretty.
So…
I like you
Between You and Dan White
Dan White
Hello, hows you?
Now, with the year drawing to a close, honesty finally shows through and all that. I know its not a secret but its sometimes nicer to vocalise these things and indeed…I still like you. I guess I’m just stubborn and I know theres no chance but hey, what the hell, I’ll tell you anyway 
I hope you enjoy your new years celebrations, don’t drink too much.
xxx
Jennifer Watson
not drinking too much won’t be a problem as I’m driving up to Jon’s house (in norf london) tomorrow! I’m just having a quiet night in with my Nan. How rock and roll!
Dan, Dan, Dan. You are so lovely. And funny.
but gawd your timing sucks.
I’m not going to give you any false impressions here: Me and Jon are “together”.
Basically, I think I’m trying to say Never say Never because I do like you too. 
but I am a taken lady (as of midnight tonight)…So it may well be Never.
ok, i’m rambling.
Have a lovely new year xx
p.s I don’t think I ever apologised for pulling my “Surprise Snog” move on you!!!??
Dan White
hehe, my timing has never been great…always got me into trouble when I was playing in the band I know you are spoken for, you told me a few weeks ago you guys were going to try things again and I really think that’s great. I mean you already know each other really well and you have a history so my fingers are honestly crossed that it works out for you.
Despite that, I’m still stubborn and I’m still going to like you I hope you drive sensibly and arrive safely.
Oh, and do you know anything about guys?! Since when does a beautiful girl have to apologise for kissing a guy?! God knows I wanted to kiss you for most of the evening and each time the memory of that night crosses my mind I regret not pulling you back and kissing you again. But I think that’s mainly because I know that I really sucked in that kiss because I wasn’t expecting it and I wanted a chance to prove that I’m not diabolical at kissing
Have fun sweety xx
Offically Normal
I’ve just had my last counselling session!
Apparently I am quite endearing and will go far and prosper (I added the last bit on myself).
“Does this mean I am normal now?”
“Not a chance Jen”
Home Sweet Home
Ahhhhhhhhhh. I’m back in Canterbury. A week of just me and James chilling out and dissertating.
It’s lovely to have my own space again. You know you’ve been away too long when you can’t even throw your apple core in the bin.. bugger.. i just missed again.
Spent the last week with My Boyfriend at his and his Mum’s house. I do love him, even though he was such a moody ill person for the whole time. I guess I’ll cash in my “you said you’d do something nice for me for Christmas” card later. I did get breakfast in bed the first day I was there though.. so it’s not all bad.
Totally flipped out on the way back from Norfolk (where The Mother’s house is). She and Jon were talking about what we’re all doing next Christmas! already! The commitment bell went off inside my head and I very nearly jumped out the nearest window.
Then Jon turned down the music in my car when all I wanted to do was sing very (badly) loudly to chill out a bit.
He was lovely though and gave me a big hug when i stopped at a service station in the middle of no where.
I haven’t heard from him much this week actually… hope he’s ok. Probably just busy.
Men are like buses
But I only want to ride on Jon.
heheheheheheh! I’m so rude.
So, here it is, before I chicken out/if i chicken out on the phone:
Jon,
I love you. I loved your smile from the moment I sat down at that little plastic table on the sunniest day. You are my best friend, the one I tell all my secrets to. You are my lover, the one I dream of. You are my partner, the one I feel lost without.
The world has more laughter in it when I’m with you.
We’ve had problems, and we’ve still got some. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, or it’ll be perfect. I am saying that I’m willing to try. For you.
Will you be mine, for 2008, maybe more?
Jen
The way it used to be.
It’s 2004.
We are all Friends, a big group. Some kind of strange family. Maybe I am the “Mummy”, maybe I am one of The Kids. All I know is that I am in one of the three couples within our family. Me and Clark Kent. Mr and Mrs Sarah. Mr and Mrs Doctor. Me and Mrs Sarah are the bestest Friends in the whole world – I’m so glad she’s going to Uni with me! We might even live together!!
We are having such fun! I’m just finishing my A levels and I’ll be off to Uni soon.
Only problem is that I kinda fancy doing the whole Uni thing on my own. Without my super hero. He agrees though.. so it should all be ok. Very sad, but Ok.
I’m at uni now, living with Mrs Sarah. I still seem to be going out with Clark Kent. He’s still so happy… I’m not. Well, I am. I just notice that i’m making much less of an effort than him. And I don’t really want to try any more.
Mrs Sarah says I should break up with him. Maybe she has a point.
Oh My god. For some reason Mr Sarah is telling people I cheated on Clark! I’d like to know with who!?!
So The Group think’s I’m a cheat. Great. At least Mrs Sarah is on my side.
It’s 2007 (just)
Mrs Sarah isn’t talking to me. Mrs Doctor is her new best freind. I’m not invited to stuff any more. Which does make me sad, and lonely, when I come back to mums. I do miss her.
But.
I’m not sure (other than Bill, and maybe even Island Boy) if I have anything in common with them any more. I get on so well with Ella and James and Crunchie and Intel and all my Ladies from Hell’s Accountancy ( and the blokes too) maybe I’ve out grown cornwall.
Honestly. I’m not sure if i’ll ever come back here for more than a weekend ever again and that makes me feel surprisingly free.
So good bye Old Family. I’m not sure what I did wrong – I’m sorry for whatever it was.
phew…
first there was Matt and the great shoe debacle…
… Now it turns out [via messages on Myface] that Dan does not like literature.
Personally, I can’t wait for the second thing me and Jon buy [if we do ever live together] to be a massive bookcase to start out library.
Oh, The First item is going to be an espresso machine.
Sometimes
My little brain can not cope:
Jon accidentally called himself my boyfriend today.
Dan asked what my boyfriend has got me for Christmas and he hopes I was spoiled [Jon is going to do something nice when I go up next week]
Jon has just admitted to deleting photos of us.
I’m going to bed with mum’s DS to train my brain into sleep.
huff.
Daddy or chips
one of The greatest questions of all time. However, what about Mum or Dad.
Ever since I was little, while Dad was away on Big Boats saving the world, I have been Mummy’s little girl but I think that is changing.
This holiday has just pointed out how little I have in common with her. Absolutely no disrespect meant here, but she left school at 16 and has basically had “little” jobs to tide her over through everything. Good on her. Super proud. But it’s not for me.
She just doesn’t seem to “get me” any more. LilSis’ll shout at me for being what she calls stuck up, or posh. Is it that wrong to want more? I don’t want to end up in cornwall. I don’t want to end up married to a bloke that travels a lot. Not because that is what Mum picked, but because I know it’d drive me absolutely barmy.
I want the suburbs god dammit. And a career. With lots of Stuff. I definitely do not want to turn the hot water off to save money in December. [I am very bitter that I have not been able to enjoy the luxury of having a bath when I'm at home - as Uni doesn't have one]
You know what – I am a Geek, I spend too much money on beautiful shoes, I want a good job to take advantage of my degree, and, I am a daddy’s girl entirely. I’m just not sure when the last one quite happened.
Not quite sure what i’d do without Pops. Who would I try to impress…..
