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Kirsty’s been slightly AWOL.

My apologies. Lets just say life has been extremely difficult for the past few months:

  • One of my close friends died during his first and only tour of Afghanistan. Lance Corporal James Hill of 1st Battalion, Coldstream Guards. Rest In Peace, JB.
  • I quit the SFO training program with the London Met. Leaving that was by far the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But I had to do it, because of my next point.
  • My dissection came back. It was only 1.3cm this time, but it was still affecting my heart rate, so I had surgery (again) and now it’s closed back up.
  • I flew to a specialist hospital in Scotland for the surgery and decided to stay. So, I’ve moved to Inverkeithing in Fife and I love it. It’s right by the sea, with bugger-all to do - perfect. I’ve never been a city girl - I need to live by water, for some reason…

That’s it. I’m pretty sure that you can understand why Twitter/Youtube/Tumblr haven’t been a priority recently!

K.

I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I’m out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
We all know who said that…
Her eyes beginning to water, she went on, “So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn’t have to be something you see, it could be a scent - perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone’s house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches the autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the “stuff” of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time…it can all be taken away.” The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double-dip ice cream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn’t do.
(via raindropsonredroses)

Woodcote - I hate you. Thank you and goodnight.

The oh-so-clever SFO Hollbeck decided today would be a good day to train outside, to show us the effects of rain on recoils and bolt slides. Raining? No. Near mother-effing hurricane? Yes. We finished outside at 6pm, it’s now 8 - I’ve spent 2 hours in the bath warming up. We all wore 3-4 layers of clothing and still got soaked through. My flack jacket & boots are ruined - they cost £160 & £140 respectively. Hollbeck’s buying dinner, but that still doesn’t put me in a good mood. I’m already sick and I know this is just going to make it worse.

To say I’m pissed off is the understatement of the year.

Goodnight.

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