And when you smile at me you know exactly what you do...

Someone I was fairly close with around a year ago and fell out of contact with after a slight row. Saw your face, realised how much I missed you. I'm glad youre back in my life.

"I like the bad-boy types. Generally the guy I'm attracted to is the guy in the club with all the tattoo's and messy hair. He's usually the lead singer in an indie band and plays guitar. But my serious boyfriends are relatively clean-cut, nice guys so it's strange."

Really does suck when you wake up feeling good and optimistic then some fucker kills it for you.

Oh dear.

I thought that it was made 100% clear and understood as a generation, that guys using the word 'hehe' was not only foul but also entirely not allowed. Take note.

Free therapy.

Ok, technically not free. But lately, I have become well and truly addicted to shopping whether it be physcically going out shopping or internet shopping; I can't stop buying!! There's this crazy kind of relief and satisfication I've got from shopping lately. Sure, I've always loved shopping, afterall, what girl doesnt? But just something about the past couple of weeks, I can't help myself. I suddenly need everything I see and am able to conjure up some sort of logical explanation as to why I 'need' it. I always used to be ridiculously good with my money and have always been one of those 'get in the queue, look at it, decide you don't need it' types so what's changed? Why oh why do I have this sudden desire to get rid of my money as quick as possible on things I really don't need nor particularly want for that matter? I narrowed it down to enjoying the therapeutic values shopping gives one's self. I've been feeling pretty rough lately and I guess this has become my way of dealing with my ordeals? Shopping. Now I'm all for proving stereotypes to be wrong, but, I genuinely do, now more than ever, love shopping. Unfortunately, it's rather unhealthy for my bank balance even if it is doing my sanity some justice. But to help justify it to myself, I think of it to be cheaper than seeing a psychiatrist. Even if it is only by a miniscule amount.

I think it's fairly safe to say that Halle Berry's little girl Nahla is one of the most beautiful little girls I've ever seen.

I want her.

Paranormal.

So upon review, this film really wasnt as scary as I thought it was at the time. Sure it's pretty bloody creepy, but, it was more jumpy than anything. I remember being far more petrified after watching the first one. The storyline in the second is better but the things that go on in the house can't really compare to being dragged out of bed and down the stairs like in the first one.
Without trying to give too much away, it's worth a see but be prepared to jump out of your skin a fair few times. But put it this way, it didnt keep me up at all last night. Mind you, it's pretty hard to do that anyway. And as soon as I was out of the cinema, I calmed down a hell of a lot. Might have made my dad wait up for me to come home though...

I think I'd cry if I ever met Buble. It's love.

♥

Someone please find and buy me this crocodile ring.

Always did love Mickey.

'Little man, huge ego.'

What pleasure exactly, do you get in treating an 18 year old girl like a good for nothing? Because quite frankly, I’m not. Yes I was lazy in school and yes I hardly ever did what I was told. Ok and maybe I still don’t always do what I’m told to this day BUT, I'm  far from the bluntest tool in the box. I am perfectly capable of performing but yet you never seem to give me the chance. And worse than that, you deliberately try to make me fail. You’ve got to be what, late 40’s at least? Even if you are the height of Lord Farquaad. And you like to make out that youre this man of great stature and knowledge but any evidence of such is yet to be seen. So if youre so knowledgeable and superior to me, why oh why, do you treat me with such disrespect? I highly suggest you grow the hell up and until that time, I'd rather appreciate you getting the fuck off my back and letting me do what I have to do.

I love...

• laying in bed when its cold and raining and knowing I have not a thing to do.
• conversations that last for hours and yet you walk away feeling like you could have spoken for hours more.
• comfortable silences where you feel like nothing needs to be said for you to feel understood.
• finding THAT song that sums up exactly how you're feeling at that moment.
• that moment after you stop crying and you realise it's not that bad after all.
• those unplanned nights that turn out perfect and end at 6 in the morning.
• laughing so hard my stomach hurts and no noise comes out.
• making people happy.
• the feeling of sunshine on my face as I close my eyes and lose all sense of reality.
• gazing out of the train window with an inspirational song playing on my ipod.
• well mannered people who say sorry even though you bumped into them.
• feeling tired and knowing that it doesnt matter to doze off.
• having time to myself and my thoughts.
• inspriational stories from those at work.
• that crazy feeling you get inside when truly excited. You know, that feeling where you want to scream and jump up and down.
• people that arent afraid to be themselves.
• how my mum puts up with my 'screaming hab dabs' and is still there with open arms when I need to be held.
• receiving mail.
• blogging.

"Because you're hoping you're wrong. And everytime he does something that tells you he's no good, you ignore it. And everytime he comes through and suprises you, he wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that he's not for you."

Today's photo's I enjoy.

I wish i lived near the beach in winter. I'd thoroughly enjoy wrapping up warm and going for long walks.



The old days...

Most people look back on their high school years as the best years of their lives. I can't say I do. I didnt really enjoy any of my time at high school apart from the first couple of years. But after sitting next to a lady on the train this morning who smelt of old theatres, I found myself reminiscing. Drama was one of only two subjects I enjoyed (the other being English Lit) and I used to get particularly excited when we would go to see shows in the west end. So thankyou train lady, for your musky, old smell. You made my morning.

Get real.

It is truly beyond me how some people seem to be ashamed of the true them? I'm quite happy being my book loving, newspaper reading, Harry Potter and Lord of The Rings watching, glasses wearing, giggly, nerdy self.

Story of my life.

Genuinely can't wait to escape to the Cotswolds this weekend and see my cousins.

Easy like Sunday morning.

Sunday's for me are all about...
- Bed
- Movies
- Scrubs & Family Guy
- Pyjamas
- Hair up
- No make up
- Roast dinner
- Sleep
- Cuddles
- Being lazy

I enjoy Sundays.

X Factor

I cringe every time they use the term 'popstar'.

Well and truly confuses me how someone can go from being one of your closest friend's to looking at you as though you don't exist with no instigation whatsoever.

Another thing that confuses me but amuses me more than anything; is how fake girls are. Just a day ago you were slating that girl and saying how much you didn't like them and yet now, here you are hugging them and kissing them on the cheek. Laughable. Don't get me wrong, we all bitch, me more than probably a lot of people (as proven on here) but to be that obviously fake is truly childish. The sort of behaviour you'd expect from a girl still in high school. But then again, everything about you is fake so we shouldn't really expect anything different should we?

Time to grow up.

The happenings of this year, for me, have been like a poorly removed Jenga piece. One thing goes wrong and everything else seems to follow. Strange to look back at how different things were this time last year and how sweet everything seemed. I tend to always want to see the good in people; however, a lot of people have proved me wrong this year and it’s resulted in losing their friendship. Some of which I believed to be for the worse but then it all falls back to ‘everything happens for a reason.’ I’m no longer going to stand for people taking advantage of my generosity or kindness.

Nor am I going to take advantage of how quickly time flies. 2010 has been a harsh realisation for me with regard to the concept of time and I’ve lost far too many people physically this year to not make the most of my experiences. I know when December the 31^st comes; I’ll be able to look back on this year and say it’s taught me a lot and matured me as an eighteen year old girl. Just hoping 2011 won’t be so tough on me.

I hate when I sneeze and no one says 'bless you'. I want to be blessed goddamit.

Currently in the process of decorating my room and as more and more of the pretty things going into it arrive, the more excited I get.

If only I could have a room like this...



He may be ginger but I certainly would. Oh Ronald.



'A picture says a thousand words.'

And if youre still not getting it, my thoughts are 'oh my'.