Sonnet 116 - William Shakepseare.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Smart man. I wonder how many times he used these to get laid
-N.H x.

Life's a bitch. Then you marry one. Then you die.

Whose taking me to watch this?

Reese Witherspoon, Robert Pattinson and Christopher Walltz? Yum?

Dailymail gave it a *** rating, and I quote ' Verdict: Big top notch production, rock bottom script' and 'Titanic on dry land' , 'More fizzle than sizzle','They fail to ignite the screen with any hint of chemistry'

Am I missing something here?

Oh right, If she were a couple of years older than she already is- she could pass as his mother. (No offence or anything)

Perhaps she should stick to Mark Ruffalo. Now that, was a cute couple.

Anyways, I'm still dying (and a bit) to watch it. Considering my minor obsession with the circus... and Reese Witherspoon's outfits...

and whilst Reese is out there, wearing hot clothes and doing R.P. , i'm here, in my study, writing notes about Political Correctness.

Life is unfair sometimes.
 -N.H x

X days till Summer. X = 27

I have exams. In four days. I have exams in four days and I'm blogging. I am a very bad person. I should go to hell. Which I will if I fail these exams. It's called 'Repeating First Year'.

Anyway, I don't have anything particular to write about. (Have I mentioned how addicting it is to write in this thing? -and also , I lack human contact since I stayed home to study today. Study of course meaning I woke up late and missed my first two lectures and I stayed home so I wouldn't waste a whole day)

Well there is one thing I'm incredibly excited for. Summer! It's my favourite season of the year. It's everyone's favourite season of the year. Even Shakespeare. Especially Shakespeare... & Shakespeare wasn't even going to spend 5 whole weeks in Italy and 1 week in the South of France this summer either. I mean, can you say 'Heaven'?

I'm spending my summer here? Baby Jesus loves me.

-N.H x

Anyone here volunteers to spot me €1k?

I'm not quite sure if this is a case of obsession, a phase, verbal diarrhoea, or the sad, sad story of a lonely girl who likes shoes. however, I was sifting through the usual sites to get my dose of daily mail, and what do I stumble on?

THIS! - Emma freaking Roberts, In Lady Daf's - Does the world hate me? Or am I just meant to suffer before I stumble upon a rich, handsome, kind, plastic-surgeon, who is heir to bazillions of millions and give them all to Me Me Me Me!

Either that, or i'm stuck ordering from Boohoo for the rest of my life... No offence to the website or anything, cause with my budget, they're my god... But... Lou-freaking-boutins!

God I hate it when people remind me i'm not Mrs Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous.

-N.H x

Happily ever after?

This morning, during my English Lit lesson, we came across this poem by Louise Gluck. Its about the aftermath of Hansel and Gretel. Basically it's saying that Gretel committed manslaughter on another person and her brother couldn't give two flying shits about it, not only that but he seems to have forgotten... is it me, or does Hansel come across as an ungrateful little bastard?

This got me thinking, there are some creepy ass hidden agendas in most fairytales, when you think about it, most of them are twisted, psychotic and utterly off the wagon..

Like, Cinderella...First off, the Brothers Grimm bluntly imply that Step-families are pure, unadulterated evil, and its probably the reason why , at first (and by at first I mean now) I would have paid a hit man to exterminate my Step-monst...er I mean mother, cause I've been influenced by the horrid bitch in that tale. Secondly, they point out that not only is it okay to break the rules, run away till midnight to party hard, get with a random guy AND lie about it, but also, leave your clothes around the whole freaking kingdom like some kind of trailer-trash girl.

Seriously, ALL fairytales are screwed up big time..

Snow white? Broke into a house, lived with 7 men, threatened to starve them if they didn't do as she pleased. Jasmine? Forbidden relationship with a hobo, runs away on a flying carpet with a random guy to a cave. Little Red Riding Hood didn't listen to her mother and went to the forest. Pinocchio was a liar. Robin Hood was a thief. Tarzan walked without clothes on. Sleeping Beauty was kissed by a stranger and married him. The Little Mermaid? Ran around naked and sold her soul, for a guy... Alice in freaking wonderland? Drinks random things, eats strange foods, talks to strangers - That whole story is just one huge Pot-trip...

Jeez! No wonder this generation is so screwed up...

Moral of the blog: Keep your offspring away from fairytales...

Totally going to burn all my Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen and all those wacko authors.

Until next time...

Keep on keepin' on :D

Peace (V)
-N.H x

For, usually and fitly , the presence of an introduction is held to imply that there is something of consequence and importance to be introduced.

Arthur Machen said that. Smart man. --Is he like, right?

Well yeah, he kinda is. I'm not the happy, have-point-in-blog, dedicate-time-to-blog kinda person. I'm here because I haven't got the concentration to aid a fried peanut, and because I have finals in a week and I can't be arsed to get off by blue futon and do something useful with myself. There may be bouts of sexual innuendo and swearing in this blog.

How rude am I?

Like seriously rude.

I think I should introduce myself.

Hi. I'm Navy Heels, and I coined the name from my very own pair of 6" Suede Navy Blue Heels. I got them on bargain at this wicked store. I've worn them less than 10 times and they hurt like a bitch but they are my most prized possession and i'm passionately in love with them. I'm this weird teenage chick who always needs to pee. I have constant headaches and I correct people's English. Oh, and I like Grey's Anatomy. Like, a lot.

I think I have a minor obsession with fruit. I want this phone really bad and I want to move out of my parents' house. Like soon. I like quotes, different people's quotes-- cause it's like I'm not the only dark and twisted one here. It's like famous people are dark and twisted too.

That's very cool.

Am I wrong to feel like I'm speaking to myself here?

Maybe I am as dark and twisted as I thought.

Oh well, Arthur Machen was right after all.

-N.H x