Wankers, Hugs and Crazy Nights In.

Whaddup Shawshankkkkkk

I LOVE THAT FILM. It's Pitch Perfect for you strange people that haven't watched it and it is hilarious. I love it. Lots.

Anyway, today has been a great day. It is results day, well, the end of it in the UK. Usually I would be going out drinking and celebrating but as my mates from school didn't really get anything together until the last moment and Ptown people didn't invite me out (fair dos's) I am blogging you excellent folks.
I'll stop the suspense that I'm building and let you all know that I had As in Music, English and R.E and a B in History today so I am fucking ecstatic!! I thought I was going to fail Hisory so, lovely surprise.
But to all of you who didn't get the grades you wanted. it's not the end. I know it's easy to say this because I'm coming back for Year 13 but recently I've come to understand that. Well. Even though something is ending and it absolutely breaks your heart, something good can come of it. So hold on in there, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.

My epiphany about things ending and resulting in new beginnings didn't just occur to me in the middle of the night, it happened at my last Hucklow Youth event. It was a week of being with people I love and trust the most in the world but it was also my last. I have 2 more weekends with them left but, they become a bit of a rush and as soon as you really fall back into place you're pulled apart to go home again.
3 years ago myself and 2 of my mates were sitting on swings thinking about how in 3 years time it would be our last FDA (this week long event) but we just pushed it to the back of our mind.
And then this year, it happened.
I didn't even feel it creep up on me, but then I re-call the last 6 years. These youth events have shaped my life and well, not spending a week with these people? Questioning the point in my existence was often on my mind.
But at the end of the last night 3 friends and I lit tealights leading outside and to a bonfire where we roasted marshmallows with everyone and some people played guitars and it was beautiful. And here I realised that nothing was ending. This was just the beginning. We were growing up to become the people who would lead these events, the people who would carry the flame for younger generations to flourish and discover who they are and that, for three times a year they have a safe haven to laugh and cry uncontrollably.
It's never the end.
Speaking of laughing uncontrollably, I yet again spent the weekend before with CrazyLady. We went on an amazing charity shop haul and made up nameds for a new person who we thought would be good looking (oh EdCha) and we watched LOADS of Torchwood. I love Torchwood now.
But we also decided that we would have a planned capsize when we went canoeing on the Wednesday.
CrazyLady, TeaBrewer and I were all in an indian canoe. We were playing a game with everyone else where we had to throw a ball between our team and at one point the ball dropped about a metre away from our canoe. For some reason CrazyLady thought 'Oh, I can reach this!' Afterwards she said 'I knew we were about to capsize when my face was in the water and I thought, "oh shit" ' We then had to spend 20 minutes doing a team rescue and defying the laws of physics as DaveTheWanker decided that everyone needed to chip in and help us. Sigh.
AND THEN
DaveTheWanker told us that it was possible to stand on the sides of the canoe (all 3 of us) and so, obviously, we did.
Hahahahahah no.
No we didn't. I kinda half stood up and then CrazyLady went 'shiiit' and we both sat down abruptly but TeaBrewer evidently thought 'ABANDON SHIP!' And jumped out. Quite gracefully as well may I add. And then FOR SOME REASON I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND CrazyLady also jumped out of the canoe. She was behind me and she took the canoe with her so at one moment I was happily in my seat and the next I was under the canoe. it was horrible. And hilarious. I love them.

Today, for the first time since I can remember KitchenCrusader has had to work late. It's horrible. It's one of the only nights where I really want him home yano? I want to cuddle him and laugh with him and be a family. So I just wanted to say, hug your parents. They're not going to be here forever. Think of those people who's parent/s may be fighting for our country. Those little children who go to sleep without a goodnight kiss because their parents are working in hospitals, helping people to fight for their lives. If KitchenCrusader was here right now I would be hugging him. Just, just do it.

So, in short notes. I'm ridiculously excited for Reading Festival with my girls. I love uploading 4 pictures 1 word/film/song games onto my kindle. I am head over heels in love with boyfriend and I don't even care who knows and I want to be with him all the time. I've eaten so many take aways lately it is crazy. Englsh water is still absolutely foul.

Get drunk you people with results, celebrating or comiserating, we all look the same in the dark.

I'm still loving these girls, I always will do, peace out motherfuckaaaaaas!

A Magical Adventure to the Harry Potter Studios

LUMOS
If you are not getting a cup of tea, getting comfy and feeling very excited to read this post just from its title then well. You are living life wrong.
For the purposes of this one, very special post, I'm giving up on using anonymous names for some people  because I know that they will not mind me saying their, um, names.

So, as you can tell by my title I HAVE BEEN TO THE HARRY POTTER STUDIOS. Oh my god I will not lie to you it was WONDERFUL I can't, I just, everyone must go. It's epic.
But, all good stories must start at the beginning and ours starts at 6:00am in Bridgend Train station.. (classy, I know)

So, we have just gotten on our train and Jenny, Lucy and I were all pretty much awake. Jen had even bought herself a hot chocolate she felt that awake. We pulled away from the station feeling joyous for the day ahead (I had already made up a song) and BOOM. Jen spills the hot chocolate.

Can you believe it.

But obviously instead of us picking up the cup as quickly as possible, Jen quickly stands up and Lucy and I die laughing. Jen quickly exits the carriage and goes on the hunt for a loo and let me tell you there was hot chocolate EVERYWHERE. it was on the floor, the seats, the plugs, up the windows. That girl does not do things by half. So, after a good half an hour of mopping up, we settled down properly for the rest of our journey.

About 15 minutes later Lucy brought out the Kettle crisps.

About this time a little old lady started playing Icona Pop's 'I Love It' and dancing to it which was highly amuisng however the song was then stuck in our heads ALL DAY.

We arrived at London Paddington at 9:02. By this point I had shouty whispered 'Les Go' about 50 million times and getting off the train I promptly ran down the platform shouting 'WE'RE GOING TO HARRY POTTER STUDIOOOOOOS!!!' And flapped my arms a bit. I shouted at a conductor in a train and his face was expressionless I mean, c'mon. Misery guts. Clearly not getting any.

So, we got the tube, we got the Watford Junction. They have a sign that says 'Alight here for Harry Potter Studios' and MATE for the next 5 minutes I was like IT SAYS ALIGHT IT'S MAGICAL OMG THIS IS SO EXCITING. The bus pulled up. It was decked out with Diagon Alley pictures. It was very, very cool.

We arrived at the studios
...4 hours early.

To be fair, we knew we were very early and we meant to wander around Watford for a while but um..the magicalness took over?

So we went in the shop and OH MY GOOD LORD ALBUS IN HEAVEN. It was beautiful, BEAUTIFUL I TELL YOU.

We spent a good 45 minutes in there looking at books and notebooks and sweets and time turners and robes and sorting hats and house scarfs and beanies and anything we could lay hands on. We looked at every single wand. It was amazing.
However we didn't buy anything (just yet) as we didn't want to carry it around the tour with us.

We then went outside to get our tickets. It's quite simple you just scan the barcode of your confirmation e-mail below the screen and it gives you your tickets.

Hahahahahaha no. The machines are bastards.
17 and we could not scan a barcode.
It would not accept us. Luce and Jen (I was completely in the dark, I just stood there and agreed with anything they said) ended up having to type in numbers.
To be fair, I felt sorrier for the poor man next to us wo was attempting to scan the paper onto the computer screen and not the bar code scanner.. After a couple of minutes of comedy we helped him out.

We then went to the cafe whose food was divine. I had shredded pork and barbeque sauce hot sandwich with this little cupcake with strawberry icing and a flake and aw,  it was so delicate (and highly calorific I was informed by Lucy.) Buying this food was hilarious though. There were two blokes behind the counter and I ordered my food and then they gave me this plastic thing and said "when it vibrates and flashes come and get your food" and I was like "..u wot. When what flashes?" And they replied with "You. We've put a spell on you to make you vibrate and flash!"
Okay I was sleep deprived and hungry by this point so I was like "Hahahaha omg I would love that! But really. Give me my food." They then explained that the plastic thing vibrated and flashed (it was terrifying)and I was very happy and wandered off with my plastic thing..as they called after me telling me that I was supposed to pay now..
It's hard being me. Keeping ontop of being a fool is very hard work.

I think I then went for a little nap and we had lots of chats and pictures.

AND THEN
At about quarter to 2 (we'd chilled in the cafe for about 2 and a half hours) we went to line up to enter the tour.
The queue actually only took us ten minutes but all around the foyer was massive canvas' of the actors and then as you queue you see the cupboard under the stairs (tiny.)
We then went into the cinema room and you have an introduction from Harry, Ron and Hermione (those are their real names.)
Then they walk into the Great Hall and then the cinema screen rolled up and BAM there was the door to the Great Hall! And our tour guide said "I'll tell you the first words that Harry heard when he came here..Welcome to Hogwarts."

I could've died right there and then and been happy.

We then casually wandered into the Great Hall (lol jk, I was pushing all the little shits out of my way.)
And we got the see the fireplace and Harry's first robes and the eagle lectern! They also had charcters in their robes/costumes standing at the front so it felt like the real deal.

The tour then became self guided and I won't go through everything individually but I will tell you what I saw in the two rooms J and K (can't remember which is which specifically becuase they was SO MUCH to see)
-The burrow, which was originally built 44 foot high and has no right angles in
-The boys dormitory, which only has 4 beds in and I was completely under the impression there should be 5
-The Gryffidor common room, which seems smaller than in the films
-Aragog, whose legs are 15 foot long
-Buckbeak, whose head actually moved and looked exactly like he does in the pumpkin patch!
-The basilisk's and the Hungarian Horntail's head.
-The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, this was my second favourite part. I adore the Chamber of secrets and the entrance was MASSIVE.
-The door to a vault at Gringotts.
-Harry's first golden snitch, the time turner and the remembrall
-The triwizard cup
-The Goblet of Fire, which is 5 foot tall and was carved out of an English Elm
-So, so many costumes you would not believe.
-Diagon Alley!!! Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was insane. Exactly like the films. Also Ollivanders and Gringotts which was incredible.
-The howler, the letters that Harry recieved and the letter from Lily Potter to Sirius Black. I loved reading this letter, it really choked me up and I suddenly felt so grateful for being at the studios.
-An immense amount of the drawings that were made before anything was created. That really showed you just how much effort went into every little piece of the films.
-A cardboard display of Howarts, the womping willow, the Beauxbatons carriage.
OUTSIDE
-The bridge that Neville runs across in the last film
-The ford anglia
-The motorbike that Hagrid brings Harry on when he's a baby (sob sob)
-Number 3 and 4 Privet Drive!! Rupert Grint actually stole the original number 4 sign so that had to replace it..
And then not 4 steps away..
-The house at Godric's Hollow

So we'd gone through the majority of the tour and honestly? I thought we were about to come out at the shop when we stepped inot a room that was filled with a replica of Hogwarts. It is huge. And it took my breath away. It was so spectacular and the art design team had even placed little lights in there so it seemed as if students were walking the corridors. I turned to the girls and said 'Thank you so much for bringing me here' and had a little tear. But Jen told me to keep it together so I did.
You then end in a room full of wand boxes with every single person who helped in the making of Harry Potter's name on. In the middle is a screen with a perfect quote from JK Rowling ending with 'Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.'
And like that, the tour was over and we were back in the shop. We bought some souveniors. We got back to Paddington, we went to a lovely little restaurant, grabbed some goodies and got on the train home.

And we just could not stay sane.
In that train journey I don't think I have ever laughed so much. I don't even know what we were laughing at! At one point Jen told Lucy that if she didn't shut up she would "throw her to the wolves" and the woman opposite gave us a REALLY dirty look so the rest of the train journey was just spent saying that..
However at Reading the carrage did completely empty..but that was obviously nothing to do with us..

It was the most perfect day. Thank you to Jenny, Lucy and Tian for paying for my ticket and thank you for Jenny and Lucy for coming with me and sharing the magical, exceptional experience.

Nox.

A Note on a Relationship (mine)

Before I wrote this post I genuinely just limbered up. Cracked my knuckles, made my back click, I have absolutely no idea why.
Actually yes I do. it's because blogging (and walking to the fridge) is possibly the most exercise I get.
WOOOO HEALTHY

I also normally try and start my posts off in a really upbeat mood cos then I kinda feel that it reflects in the blog but, I'm just bloody tired so y'all gonna have to make do.

Okay so, I don't normally blog this close together beause basically my life is very unexciting. These past weeks I have worked on our Rug Stall (rugs not drugs) watched unhealthy amounts of FRIENDS, attempted to diet and ironed. Oh, and I have sunbathed. And that's basically it!!
For all who are wondering, the tan is coming along wonderfully. I'm sort of golden so just image a Greek Goddess (with glasses and slightly crooked teeth) and that's basically me right now. I know, I am pushing the lads away.

Which actually I am. (Notice how smoothly these paragraphs go together, I am a literary GENIUS.)
I am pushing the boys away because I now have a boyfriend (...that was the genius.)
I can hear all the boys crying as they put away their flowers for me, sigh sigh.
This person is the same as I was babbling on about in my last post like "oh, how can you explain to someone.." blah blah blah, all that bent stuff. It was all about him. And all really, really true. I feel awkward writing this post because I know full well that he's going to read it and then talk to me about it but I don't even care it's just gah. I'm happy, I'm so happy. He's very demanding. But I'm happy. He's so demanding he made me promise that in my next post i'd write about the day that he asked me out so. Even though the majority of you don't want to hear it and are probably being sick in your mouths, here it is.

We went to the beach.
Which was actually really sweet because I'd told him before that it was my second favourite place to go (the first is harder to get to) so he made sure that we went there.
Um. oh god what even happened? I remember that there were two dogs called Sky and Pepper (where's the salt, i know, i know.) And everytime we started kissing suddenly the owners would start calling to Sky. (Wow, that's one to tell the grandkids.)
We went in the sea.
We kissed a lot. A lot alot. (I love kissing him, it's amazing.)
And at one point he was like "You know when you've been thinking about doing something for ages but then you don't know how to do it? How do you do it?" Obviously this was PRIME TIME for me to say something like "it depends how much you want to do it" and kiss him. But I think I just said "you man the fuck up and do it."
And he did it. It went "So I was wondering, will you be my girlfriend?" and I said " Obviously" and there we go. All done. Kisses all round. Boyfriend in the bag. Not a literal bag, I'm not a necrophiliac.
And it was well. Hudol. It was such a lovely day and I just felt so happy and comfortable all day. And I just. I just like him. So much.
I do tell him this btw. I don't just write it in a blog and hope he sees.
But if I do roll with that I should also say, buy us some coke v greek boy.

So that's it. I'm off the market. I'm not yet in school. I haven't even got a song for the end of this blog and I PROMISE that no other blogs will be as soppy as this one.

And incase someone out there is reading this. I just want to say sorry for any pain that I have caused and I know that I'm a really horrible person and that I haven't done the right thing and it's only been like 6 weeks, but I have no willpower and you know what it's like. He pulls you in.
I'm sorry.

And to you lot. Take care, be cheeky. You have my permission.

Kissing, Crisis' and No Motivation.

I don't know if I've ever told you this. But I love each and every one of you.
Yes. Yes, you German person behind your screen reading this foreign language and probably not having any idea what I am saying.
I love you.

Soppy stuff over with I have had such an emotional couple of weeks that I have often felt the need to be fanned and given a bottle of wine. Or two.
Ok so, where do I begin? (should I tell you, how bad I need you now..you're underneath my skin but I'm confused, my head is spinning all around)
..The impromptu singing has not stopped over the emotional period of my life you shall be happy to know.

Being in year 12, we have the majority of our exams dead early and mine are all done and dusted already. I know some people are very much like "I enjoy having the exams spread out becuase it gives me longer to revise" blah blah blah well that makes me want to DIE. Quite frankly, once I have my exam timetable any past, present and future motivation fucks RIGHT off and I am left with a black hole that can only be filled with party rings, Coke v and Doctor Who.
So I am fully aware that I did not revise for these exams as much as I should have but hey, there's nothing I can do now so I may aswell read my life away.
But the exams were stressful. Well. History was bloody stressful because, I love my teacher. A lot. He is absolutely beautiful and banterous and all around fab. Egghead and I always start the school year in History thinking WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING and by like, November, we're totes cool. Unfortunately at the end of the year I was still having the same thought process. Which made the exams slightly difficult. Also, the exam writer was a "bitch." (Sexy history teacher's words, not mine.)

Other poopy stuff in my life was the day after my birthday (and coincidentally the six month anniversary of my Granddad's death) KitchenCrusader got taken into hospital with a ruptured appendix. At the time it was, idk, kind of exciting. You know, rushing around phoning the family, packing a bag, seeing in the paramedics, keeping The Boss sane, all that jazz. Then I had a free house and was writing my Head Girl Application, so I didn't really have time to feel, well, worried.
The next day, he went in for an operation.
On that day I could have cried all day.
After a high there always has to be a low. After a boom, there is a bust. And after me being not worried and looking after everyone else, suddenly I didn't have anyone to look after and I was left with my own thoughts. I got worried then, But he's fine now. Like, re-cooperating and whatnot.
I tell you this because I know you are all DESPERATELY worried and are probably on the phone to friends and family at this very moment letting them know exactly what is happening. I hope this is accompained by gasps and quickly sending me care-packages, full of chocolate:)

It's funny cos Egghead says she reads my work in my voice. BabywipesGalore probably does aswell. I find that excellent.

These two people. Plus others such as SoberCity and DramaCentral (who lived up to her name today) have kept me so utterly and truly sane over the exam period. And over KitchenCrusader Crisis.
However one person has just been exceptional. This. This person is just. Oh my. Idek. There's a quote in a book that goes "And I fell in love like you fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once." That's how I feel when I'm kissing him. I mean, I'm not falling in love because W O W. That's maximum bentness.
But I just. This person's so. They manage to cheer me up just when they walk into the same room as me and they make me smile just by lightly touching me. And they make me want to sing REALLY LOUDLY. One, just to annoy them and Two, because I'm so, so fucking happy I just want to sing it out yano.
How on earth are you supposed to explain to someone who doesn't know, what it feels like to be comfortable with someone at all times. To have a constant banter with them and having to kiss them to shut them up. How do you explain the lovely feeling of butterflies when you have good morning texts. Long paragraphs are great, but small, little texts are my favourites and the ones I remember. How they touch your face and make you feel like the most wonderful person that anyone created. Actually, there's a line in a song that goes "How can the world compare, it's just a planet when you're not there." And well, that's kind of how I feel.

You don't just need people to cheer you up though. I often find that certain liquids can cheer you up greatly! My mate had a house party the other day and well, certain liquids were a-flowinggggg. We're oh so childish though. Like, someone suggested spin the bottle and I just ended kissing a few people quite ferociously like, what even. It was insane.
The videos and pictures the next morning were AMAZEBALLS though. Like, one bloke had passed out at about 10, and some of the boys had put talcum powder on him and shaved off half his eyebrow and then stuck a pad on his face!! And even though in the video you could tell he was fast asleep..he was still crying. Like actually, he was possibly crying for his mother:')
Oh my, it was brilliant.
And to sum up the entire night? FUBAR. That is all.

Update. Over an' out.
And oh. I still love you all.

Coke V, Justin T and Pizza Hut Disappointment.

So, as you can tell I have had a change around of my blog. I would love to turn around and say "well it's symbolic, it's to show how people change, how life never stays the same and we must roll with it."
This of course is complete bullshit and it's just because I felt like changing my background and some fonts.

I sometimes wonder if I'll be remembered. I don't mean when I die or whatever but, when people move to university, get a job, marry their soul mate, divorce who they thought was their soul mate, fight with their children about curfews.. I just wonder if they'll lay in bed at night thinking of their school years and well, remember me. Remember things that I've done, things that I've said, nicknames I've been called and if they wonder what I'm doing now. I don't mean to say that I want to keep in touch with everyone from my school years, and I also don't mean that I want to make an impact on everyone's life. I just think it'd be sad. Not to be remembered by anyone for anything. The quiet boy in the back of the class who slipped everyone's memory and the reason for awkward silences at a 10 year school reunion. I look around my school common room in my frees and wonder who I will remember and the ones I don't think I will, I try and commit to memory, try and think of something that they have done. To be fair, some people I don't particulary want to remember, but other people I simply don't want to feel like they have been forgotten.
I'm in year 12, and in 3 or so weeks all the year 13s will be leaving school to head off to the crazy world of university and well. I'll remember them. I absolutely adore them. The boys mainly (not like that..) They're genuinely fantastic, with amazing senses of humour and an ability to talk about chocolate for an entire hour. What more do you want?


My life is now revision. I spend most night pouring over books thinking 'WHAT THE HELL HAVE WE EVEN LEARNT THIS I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE MATE WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN WHY ME GOD' Literally exactly like that. No commas in my speech, it is just a barrel of words. However my parents seem to be under the impression that I am doing nothing. Don't get me wrong, my procrastination skills are pretty immense. You want to go to Tescos mum? I'm likely to get lost and don't need anything, but lets go! I simply can't start revising without a cup of tea. And if I haven't looked at twitter in 5 minutes then it's just a no go..
But seriously. I AM doing revision. But both The Boss and KitchenCrusader seem out to undermine me and tell me that I'm not doing any (or just not doing enough) it's so, so not chanel. The majority of the time I want to stab them with a pencil and the other half of the time I am wondering who would make me food if this happened. On the topic of food. Today, I had the worst experience of my life. We have 'Fat Friday' in Sixth Form, where basically I don't get food from the shops until Friday/massive pig out on Friday. And I always, always always always get pizza. So today, like any other day I waltzed (not literally) in Pizza Hut dreaming of all the dead pig the nice man was going to throw onto my pizza (literally) and the bloke turns round and said 'Sorry love, I've just sold my last pizza base.' Now, if you know me you would know that I am the most annoying, talkative person ever (obviously never a dull moment) but at that moment, I was speechless. HOW CAN YOU RUN OUT OF PIZZA BASES IN A PIZZA HUT?! Surely it is called PIZZA Hut for a reason?? Once I had recovered my speech I was more I DON'T CARE IF YOU'VE SOLD THEM, MAKE MORE. But I did not say this. I settled for cheesy garlic bread. Which was a complete letdown. What is this life.

No momentous events have happened to me lately. My life is one long laugh obviously, but nothing extremely special that I feel a need to write down. I wonder if I write my blog properly like, I read other people's blogs and they're quite deep and really thought provoking and brilliant and mine are more 'today I forgot my earphones and was contemplating throwing myself off the bus on the way to school'..which was actually a legit thought.

In short notes - I hate it when people get everything handed to them on a plate. I have the most magnificent person in my life currently. My best friend has a Saturday job. The new Reading line up looks INSANE. I cry when I think about other people crying over me dying. My confidence does actually take a knock quite easily. Coke V is back in the UK and my intake of it is ridiculous. I now brush my teeth in school. I miss my sister.

So, not a brilliant post. I apologise for any lack of laughs. If you do want a laugh you should head on over to the Youtube because they have many a wonderful funny video, however I would DEFINITELY not know, as I am far to busy revsing to take a cheeky peek..
This song has recently made a comeback in my life so if you see me singing/bopping away (did I actually just say 'bopping? What am I? 80?) it is probably to this song.

Toodle pip then, muchos love and so on

Daisy Chains, Lazy Days and Extraordinary Pictures.

I will never understand people.
More to the point, I will probably never understand myself.
I don't understand how people can be so in love one minute, and then 20 years later suddenly decide that they're not, surely you could've worked that out before? I don't understand how people get bored aswell. I am one of those people unfortunately, if I talk to one person too much, after a while I start pulling my hair out and want to break away because it seems too intense and I want to hear something new. Another thing I will never, ever understand is how people will watch the film adaptation of a book and yet not read the book. WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIVES?! The books are always better, I do not care if you're like 'ooh you can't eat popcorn with a book because the pages get sticky.' Well you know what mate you don't care about anything else getting sticky late at night do you? No. No you do not.

I am a very exciting person I will have you know. I have been to Perth (in Australia, not Scotland, not quite the same), I've been to Prague, Spain, the Canary Islands, next year I am hoping to go to Berlin but this year (with school, on a  muisc trip) I went to ITALIAAAAA!
And yes, I do call it that more than Italy, it has a better ring to it when you sing it in an opera way.
Oh my lord almighty Italy, it was so, so beautiful. I can't even.
Well I can actually. We played 3 concerts, one in Florence, 1 in San Gimiano (absolutely no idea if that is the right spelling or not) and 1 in Montecatini. I think the Florence concert was my favourite, it was the only outside one and at one point 500 hundred people were just there chilling, listening to US a little school orchestra from Brackla, it was pretty awesome. The jazz band played a slow piece at one point and there was this old couple slow dancing and AW it was adorable. Only in Italy ofc.
Our tour guide however, was, in the nicest way possible, a knob. Apparently he's been nominanted for 'Tour Guide of the Year in Europe' clearly someone is having a laugh as when we were in Florence he didn''t even know where to go and had to ask for directions. To be fair to him, atleast he did ask for directions, if it had been a British bloke he never would've and we'd have been lost for days. He knew nothing though and I mean NOTHING, when we were in Prague we had a tour guide who babbaled on and on and sent me to sleep half the time but atleast she KNEW something. We walked into a Cathedral at one point and the only thing I knew about it was that it was absolutely fucking freezing. Dario (tour guide) was also having a look around, clearly a first time for him aswell. Another thing I didn't like him was that he didn't let us have a McDonalds.
On the topic of food THE FOOD WAS AMAZING. The pizza and ice cream was just to die for asdfghjkl, however, our hotel tried to both poison and starve us. They tried to poison us at dinner, and one morning I wandered downstairs to a small cube of sponge cake awaiting me, my thoughts of this were 'oooh how nutritous, this shall sustain me for my long day sightseeing in Pisa.'
The views at the top of Pisa were absoluely feckin' awesome. My friend BowtieBrilliance has an iPhone and I succeeded in taking the most brilliant beyond brilliant pictures of the view, I am indeed extraordinary. However I also succeeded in taking the MOST unattractive pictures of myself, in the world, ever. I just got really REALLY bored at times and thought that every moment needed a picture..and I had to be in it. Some of them were of course hilarious and at the time bought us much amusemnet but now.. We actually, they still bring me amusement as I am ComedyCentral.
So yes, we drank, we were merry (some more than others), we played, we prayed for no power, we found power, I made a daisy chain, we squeezed under small umbrellas in sudden rain, we sweltered on a bus for 30 hours and I slept under other people's clothes in the bus aisle. And y'know what? I would give it all back just to do it again.
And yes, that is my finishing song on this post:)

The Easter holidays are upon us once more, and yet again I have been a lazy sod. I spent the first day having a film day, FIVE FILMS were watched one days. F I V E. That is unheard of for me. The Boss pulled out the old 'you'll have square eyes!' trick, however as I already have glasses I think I have defeated that one. Also her eyes are all puffy right now as she's had an allergic reaction to something so she cannot talk, puffpuff.
I've also read books (yes reading, it's a lost art) I have read The Catcher in the Rye (brilliant), Life of Pi (magnificent) and am now reading The Road (thought provoking.) Just realised that I use brackets far too much, sorry 'bout that.

I have noticed quite a lot of people getting rather excitable now that the sun has come out, especially as I live by the beach. There are certain girls who are evidently judging the temperature outside from the warmth of their own homes. This is a mistake. Outside it is still not 'shorts ridden up halfway up your arse so I can see your breakfast' weather, although many seem to think it is. I hope these people desist shortly otherwise I will have to help Kim Jong Un bomb us, but strategically aim the bombs over certain people (you have been warned.)

That's pretty much it really, I'm not sure if you would like any insight to me as a person.
I like to have everything under control and when I don't and when there is something I don't have any control over I start to freak out slightly. I don't mean like, controlling other people, I just mean like, my life, my emotions and all of that stuff. I clean like a freak when I am lacking control. So that is why during certain conversations or situations I start tidying up as we're probably talking about something I have no control over and I don't really like it.

So that's it. Take care. Get drunk, I will be.
And remember, out here in the desert your shadow lives on without you. Stay strong killjoys, you know what I mean.

Alcohol, Bullshit and Lack of Wit.

Haaaaai guuuuuys

..One day I will start off my blog with something amazingly witty and everyone'll be like 'WOW I MUST FOLLOW HER' like, literally follow me and I shall be like Jesus and everyone will love me and I can get loads of free stuff. That would be nice wouldn't it.

I am in the middle of a massive situation at the moment where everytime I step onto my school bus I have an all-consuming thought to kill everyone on there. I mean, I am definitely a nice person (if not so sarcastic I come over as really horrible..) but the people on the vehicle just wind me up so much!! They just talk UTTER BULLSHIT. For example this one girl, was shouting about the bus saying that because of her it was a home clothes day on Monday for our Eisteddfod. And then another girl butted in - said girl cannot speak a sentence without swearing and also shouts when she has a 'headache' which I will never understand - and this other girl said that actually she made it a home clothes day cos she shouted at Mrs Hesp for 16 minutes. Total bull, noone shouts at Mrs Hesp quite frankly, as she is one of the top dogs at the school and is the only one who will do some shouting. Also Eisteddfod is always a home clothes day!! Everyone would just rebel and come in, in home clothes so there was no need for all this shouty talk. I gave up at the point and turned to my friend and said 'how long do you think it would take me to kill everyone on this bus with a knife?'
We estimated half an hour. Half of them would have run away aswell.

I love falling a routine.
I love knowing that everyday will have the same structure and I know what's coming up and I love making lists and being organised.
I also love the routine of people. I love knowing who will be in the common room in the morning, what time to get a cup of tea from music, what day my mum will still be at work when I come home.
But I also love falling into a routine with people. Recently I started to talking to a friend who I had drifted from and I found myself thinking about how many people I have have drifted from. Which actually made me feel a wee bit sad, some people I have purposefully drifted because they were weird and creepy, but other people I miss.
This one person was no exception, you don't realise it as it's happening, that you miss someone, you just sort of accomodate the ache of them not being there. But when we started talking again I realised the things were so much happier and nicer knowing that they were there again, there's no competition, no arguments just, friends. And it's lovely. I wish I could turn  back time and we had never stopped talking say how much I've missed this person and how happy I am that they're here again. But I am awful at saying these ncie things in person (because I would rather stick pins into my eyes.)
So yes, routines are great.

I have just had a break from writing this and had my dinner. It's Saturday which means CURRY NIGHT! KitchenCrusader makes a cracking chicken tikka massala mmmm. Happy happy.
Anyway, it's a Saturday night so standard, crack open a bottle of wine. Tonight it's red.
Red wine is not an attractive drink is it? I mean, it's lovely to drink, you always look posh with a glass of wine, however you go to smile and BAM, beautifully stained red teeth and lips. You basically look like you have just sucked a piece of raw meat. Lush.
White wine on the other hand is a very attractive drink, so I suggest this drink if you go on any posh nights out as you do not encounter the 'I am a vampire' look.
However I am a massive cider drinker, I was introduced to it with a can of Scrumpy Jack in the glorious summer of 2004. Me and mum shared it and I fell in love. Scrumpy Jack has now always been my standard drink I am literally nowhere with out it. Party? Scrumpy Jack. Beach? Scrumpy Jack. Rugby watching? Scrumpy Jack. I love it. My family has too realised my cider drinking and so, in a family meal on Wednesday my nanna whapped out TWO FUCKING LITRES of cider and asked if it would be ok if I drank it all.
I saw this as a challenge.
I completed said challenge and was still 75% sober. Lad points were given.
It was also the same cider as my Granddad used to drink and I was also sat at his place as the head of the table. He would've been proud. And yes, my family are big alcohol consumers.

The glorious time of Lent is upon us and I have decided to starve myself from all I love.
Not literally because hermit is not my style, however I do often talk to myself anyway.
I have given up biscuits, chocolate, sweets, crisps and fizzy drinks.
Basically every night I dream of eating chocolate and every morning I wake up  feeling massively guilty, even though it was just a dream. Crazy world.
So even though I have less spots, I have lost weight and feel better in myself I would like everyone reading this to have a creme egg and think of me:)
You can also send a picture of you and your creme egg to @c0mmonperson and I would retweet and follow happily (I should be a CBBC presenter how great did I sound just then.)

In smaller notes. I have dissected a heart. I have attended a charity party where a boy smashed a window (complete bellend, Hades will be waiting for him.) I miss my cousin alot. I have witnessed too many hours of my history teacher on his period. I have been the most inappropiate I have ever been this week. I have counted down to Italy everyday (12 DAYS!) I miss BabywipesGalore. The Boss has got me asking the question 'What if?' And I have fully come to the conclusion that I will definitely learn to drive.

So this whole blog really tells you of nothing individually that I have done. Mainly because nothing individually all that exciting has happened. The next blog will be because I will have gone to an Oxford Taster day and to Italiaaaa (did I mention I'm going to Italy? I'M GOING TO ITALY!)

So that's it, take care, night night sweet dreams

This is for the people who matter most, you know who you are.

Party Rings, Lack of Emotions and Parents

HEY Y'ALLLL!
yes I periodically speak like an American, although of late I have not had  a very good run with them so I'm not sure why I am..

So, as from my last post you may have realised I do not go  partying very often, however if you had been with me throughout this past month you would've called me a liar.
After the last party i then attended Gappy's Momma's 50th. Actually, I felt honoured that she allowed me to come, I must be a genuinely nice person if my ex's parents are happy to let me in on the special day with them. It was a great, great night though, the DJ was on form, you cannot beat Come On Eileen, what a classic! I also made a new friend (oooh, fwend) who spent the majority of the night taking the piss out of me and saying things such as 'i grow wearyof you.' he was fab. And to top of the night? Oh,  was only a POPCORN MACHINE!! Food is the way to my heart, and that popcorn was the bestest thing ever.
The Saturday after then I went to PartyPop's Alice in Wonderland themed birthday party. Again, stupendous night, no crying from anyone! The drink was aflowing, there were party rings aaaaand HungryHorn's ipod playlist was brill. So yep, apart from ending up sleeping on the floor and nearly boiling over because it was so very warm, i had an  time:)

Recently, I have been questioning my parent's existence. I mean, I understand that it must be hard for them  have someone just as fabulous as moi for their their daughter but, give a girl a break? They're just going onnn and onnn about my reports and practising and criticising me, so much that today The Boss turned round at dinner and went 'stop eating so quickly, and eating your potatoes!' WHEN DO I TURN DOWN FOOD?!?!?
I feel as if my freedom is slowly ebbing from me and I am being turned into a perfect little teenager, which makes me rebel more, which makes  angrier. It's a dog eat dog world out there.

Throughout the past few weeks I have been questioning emotions.  Well, the ones in relationships and all that. I personally hate too much of cute things. one or two sweet things are fine but after a while i start to feel a wee sick. I often wonder if this is normal. But then, at the start of a relationship, how are people so emotional towards one another? I  get you're happy to be together, but surely as the relationship goes  art being all cute and realising how lucky you are to have that person? I do think people change in  a relationship, it's a different energy isn't it? Its not a bad change, its just different. And when you start a relationship its just scary to see if you still like the person in the relationship as much as you did when you were just flirting about. I'm not up for a relationship. Cuddles and kisses yes, lots of emotions? I don't know. I can barely keep track of my own. I'd like an on-off.switch to come with it. And maybe terms and agreements on which side of the bed is mine and that when I say no I do  mean no.

I've been to see our local comprehensive's school production twice. If any of those guys say I don't support them I will definitely kick off! I thought that they were all brilliant, so much that at the end I found it so hard to breathe because i was so proud.
There are many a sexy person where I live aswell..many.

I leave you with this, if you don't dance you have something wrong with you:)

Cheeky Dancing, Philosophical Questions and Long Titles

Isn't it really awful when you haven't blogged in so long you actually have to read through your last blog to see what you have and haven't written about?!
..that is what I just did

 I would like to let you know that for the first time in MONTHS I went out last night. As in partying wise, not like y' know, to pop to the spar. Which I do often, which has just reminded me that I bought a creme egg from there earlier! Aw YES
 right sorry, party. well, it was fun times..bearing in mind that if I have a drink in my hand I will always call it a fun time. at one point in the night we left for another  party and me and my friend PartyPops decided that we would enter said party, get some alcohol, get pictures and be seen, then go. And my giddy aunt, our leaving was phenomenal. Mama Do The Hump came on (tune) so we took advantage of the situation and danced, quite literally, our way out of the front door! It must have  been the smoothest we have ever done ever. so proud of us.
Everyone was so, so lovely though. I'm like the 'exotic' one as I attend a different comp etc so it was  very ' OH MY GOD I HAVE NOT SEEN YOU IN SO LONG LET ME HUG YOU UNTIL YOU CAN NO LONGER BREATHE' which I obviously enjoyed to the full extent..
so yes I think we must of played the most awkward game of never have I ever, and obviously no night is complete without some crying somewhere! Which this time was actually me. On my friend's bathroom floor, and  before you ask yes, classy is my middle name.

WE HAVE HAD SNOW!!!
I was so happy on the Friday that this happened I could have cried. it was a top notch day. Snowball fights, snowman making, lots of tea, however my feet did get soaked and I was worried that on my way home I was  going to sit down and become one of those people you see dead in the snow. Which also Gappy informed me that a natural human reflex to being cold is to just yano..TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF. What?! don't get me wrong I think the human body is fantastic and I do not praise mine enough but seriously?? Taking clothes off when you're freezing, that's like jumping into a pool when you cannot swim without armbands.

I have a question for you all. Which is better, protecting the person you love from getting hurt and so getting hurt yourself or, telling them and so both of you getting hurt. Inevitably I will always opt for the first, where's the logic in 2 people getting hurt when only 1 needs to be? I guess it's a sticky situation. And saying that makes me want to quote parent trap. Anyway, wish me luck cos in the next couple.of weeks I'm going to do one of the hardest things I've ever done, again. Yaaaay

 To sum up other little things
BabywipesGalore has left to go and live with her parents on the other side of Wales and hey, I miss her.She's one of my best friends, she was part of bitch n stitch and it's like one of your family members dying. I just want her to be happy though so if she s happy, I'll be fine
 Also, Les Misérables is a terrific film. The theatre version will probably always be better but it's still outstanding, definitely recommend it!! I know it's cliché to the max, but I find that I can relate to Éponine a lot. I have also just realised that it looks like a child has tried to draw on the sentence with all the french accents in there.
I've definitely been watching too much FRIENDS, my last paragraph was said I'm Ross Geller's voice. Oh hellllllll

 Ok, this is my favourite song from the musical, enjoy, don't cry:)

Christmas, Cuppas and Happiness.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I know it's been a while since I last blogged but lots happened ok! When I say lots happened I mean that lots happened to other people and I talked to them about it. Nothing happened to me as I have spent the majority of the Christmas holidays on my sofa with a bowl of chocolates. Living it LARGE.

I, for one, had a very merry Christmas. It was a bit quiet, my nan went up to visit my cousins in London over Christmas so this year we had Christmas breakfast at our house, then we mooched about, went down to the Christmas swim..45 minutes late..so did a U-turn and went back home! My bestest present was probably my new pair of Doc Martens which are BEAUTIFUL they are blue with flowers on and they are so pretty I could frame them. Saying this I was the one who bought them (with my parent's credit card of course, it's Christmas!) so I did know what was coming. But they're still lush! I also got a Starbucks mug, which for some unknown reason makes me tea taste even better.
To let you know I like my tea, very strong and no sugar, NONE. One person once said that she likes her tea milky and with six sugars. SIX?!?!? Obviously I don't need anymore sugars because I am sweet enough..
I do enjoy a good cup of tea though and at the moment with a cheeky mince pie. I will miss mince pies alot. I have eaten a considerable amount this Christmas holidays. it's been wonderful.
And then New Year's Eve I stayed in and drank wine with the family and watched Jool's Hootenanny (which I love) I could've gone out and gone wild and partied, but i'm just an anti social git, so I didn't:)

My sister and I watched Pitch Perfect twice (not on christmas Eve, we're not that bad, throughout the holidays you div). It is a brilliant film! It has a great soundtrack and I recommend it for everyone. Also if you are one those people who are like 'I don't like sing-a-along type films, Les Miserables looks awful' then get off my blog, find a whale and jump into it' mouth. Films like Pitch Perfect are excellent, and that is final.

Well well well, I honestly thought lots had happened to me but actually, nothing has!
On New Year's Day I read through my old diaries. Throughout 2011 I wrote in one religiously, and it was a great year! There was Guide Camp and I was completely in love and everything was just happy happy happy, but 2012 like woah. For one, I hardly ever wrote in it (which was probably a good thing as reading back through would only depress my poor little brain.) But when I wrote on New Year's Day about the past year I found that it had actually been the worst in my life, so far. I am only sixteen so y'know, it has time to get better. I won't go into details (because I don't want to) but I am positive and 2013 will be amaze-balls.
However, what was not amazeballs was The Impossible. I see you looking with blank faces at this. Isn't this film supposed to be the best yet? Based on a real life story. yes, the story is amazing, yes the acting, cough Ewan Mcgregor cough, was exceptional. But it was so emotional. and traumatic. and emotional. And from about 45 minutes i was crying. And I don't just sit there and have a little river of tears falling and no one really notices OH HELL NAW I shake and my mouth goes and I am gone like a gone thing.
There were also small children running around the cinema like it was a fucking fairground, and I hate it when this happens. I was so prepared to go down to them and throw them against the cinema screen and batter them and tell them that they're adopted. However I didn't, not because I'm a good person, because that would take effort, and I was crying.

I also know that this year I'm going to be a much stronger person. Mainly because I have done things already this year that i'm proud of. Keeping my mouth shut being one of them! I don't like telling people how I feel, I mean, if I really need to I will, and if it helps their situation i will. But apart from that? I'm good. I don't like telling people my feelings if it's going to make them unhappy. And I guess I have a couple of friends who I go out of my way for to make them happy. Is it always healthy? Definitely not. But does it make me happy? Yes, because they're happy, and when one person's happy it radiates onto everybody else.
And another thing, I don't like men. I'm not coming out as a lesbian, just at the moment, I don't want a boyfriend. I don't want to be talking to anyone, i don't want to be flirting with anyone. I get lonely yes, but it's come the point when I can't see myself with anyone else and I don't want to be with anyone else. I'm just so absolutely awesome I don't need a man holding me down. Or up, whatever floats ya boat..
But in this day and age I sometimes feel that people don't understand this. That no one's ever really been alone because they are so obsessed with getting a boyfriend/girlfriend, with having to talk to/have SOMEBODY. I don't understand why this is. Because two is better than one? Or because everybody wants to be in love because 'love is all you need.' I see these young people saying they're in love, which is lovely, I mean if you're happy, whatever. But when people move on from partner to partner so quickly that I haven't even finished a cheesecake, that's not healthy. I'm never sure if it's the way they have been brought up or what, but you can't just start seeing loads of people one after the other, because surely then relationships will just be a routine? Having a girlfriend/boyfriend won't mean anything to you and you'll just take it completely for granted.

ok, so this is it.
WAH! All I thought then was 'So this is christmas' and it's not Christmas anymore and I'm going back to school tomorrow. I can't remember the last time I went to sleep before midnight. I can't remember the last time I had a proper meal before dinner. I am going to die. that is it. Goodbye cruel world, until next time.