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Home from the city so nice they named it twice!

2012-01-31T13:37:00.000-08:00

I came home from the big city last thursday and i think i've been in a state of mourning ever since; everything here at home seems too small! Where the heck are the sky scrapers when you need them? Honestly New york was one of the most amazing, surreal experiences of my life and I feel so privileged to have had the chance to ever have been there. The fact that people actually live there and don't bat an eyelid at the amazing views that surround them on a daily basis is unreal. It is like being in a movie. Typically we did all the basic tourist things: the statue of liberty, the empire state building (the view is even better than any pictures i've ever seen), 5th avenue, central park, ground zero (shed a couple of tears, how could i not? Such a sentimental place!) and all the rest of it... As well as a tonne of shopping, though not as much as I would have liked to have done I have to admit. And ate like a true American, I put on about five hundred stone by feasting on burgers, chips, donuts and candy- but like they say, 'when in rome....' Obviously, i could go on all day about how amazing it was and list everything I did there in detail, but it would be most likely the most boring thing anyone has ever written. So instead i'm leaving it up to the art of photography to try and tell at least half of my story!

I think i'd give almost anything to go back again and really can't wait for the opportunity to crop up again. Such an amazing and breathtaking experience from start to finish; if you ever get the chance to visit the big apple- do it!

xox

Damn Delays!

2012-01-22T06:45:00.000-08:00

With another two hours to kill before I can even reboard my plane it seems like I may as well check in, since I haven't bothered with an update in quite a while. Today has been, potentially, the most hectic day of my life. Force to wake up at 5.00am to catch a connection flight to Heathrow only to get here and have my flight delayed (of course only after boarding and sitting on the plane itself for two hours) for a further three hours. Honestly so bored of being in the first class lounge already, and with alcohol and food in abudance I don't think I ever imagined myself saying that. It sucks because originally set to arrive in the big apple at about 4.00pm, I'm now being forced to sacrifice my first afternoon and a potential meal, due to now arriving at 9.00pm. On the plus side, I'm pretty sure it's the city that never sleeps, so something is bound to be going down. Started the day off with a champagne breakfast so you can't really complain- hopefully I'll arive in New York safe, sound and in one piece soon!

My eighteenth went off with a sparkling bang too which was nice, appart from occasional drunken girly banter which always seems to be the problem when certain members of my friends are involved- won't waste letters typing about it though. And the most ironic part of my whole birthday was that I may as well have not turned 18, still haven't been ID'd yet (bar me demanding the bouncer outside of Revolution ID me, as when I went for my first legal cocktails at 1.00pm that day they didn't even bat an eyelid!). Hopefully my eighteenth year is going to be my best yet with minial drama and maximum success (and cocktails and glitter), and hopefully my love life will stay as fab as it is being now, if not just continue to climb in awesomeness.

Can't wait to spend a ton of money, see a lot of awesome things and dance through the streets like a crazy person!
xox

p.s my iphone died and i packed my charger in my suitcase-typical

Who's eighteen?

2012-01-17T11:07:00.000-08:00

I honestly can not believe that on friday i will be turning eighteen. I man of course i'll be sad to say goodbye to my childhood (not that I will suddenly become any less of a child than i currently am over night) but i am so excited to be saying hello to vodka in abudnance. And if the fact it's my birthday simply isn't exciting enough, by some stoke of luck I am surrounded by the coolest friends and family who are helping to make my celebrations the best yet. I have a little party at sixth form in the common room to look forward too- something that i can only imagine is going to be filled with embarrassing pictures of me in my youth, but also hopefully lots of cake (despite the fact I feel and probably look as though I have gained twenty stone since christmas i am still looking forward to devouring lots of sugar... because it's my birthday and you only turn eighteen once!). Then at one o clock (again by some luck which i can only thank God for i finish at 1 on a friday and my eighteenth just happens to have fallen on a friday!) me and my best and most amazing friend in the world are going to go to revolution for a cocktail lunch break. Can't even contain my excitement to go into my favourite bar ever and not lie to them about being twenty three. i plan on looking as young as I can and ordering as much vodka as I can, just for high-jinx.

Then, on the evening I get to have an awesome gathering with my best friends, lots of drink and lots of super cute snacks ( cupcakes mainly). My mum really is amazing for letting us take over her house for a few hours, although she doesn't seem to mind, unless of course spillages occur and then i foresee everyone swiftly vacating the premises. Following that, as if it wasn't enough, we're heading off to digital for a night of getting a little crazy- but not too crazy. Though can you ever be too crazy? I'm eighteen for goodness sake!

I plan on waking up on saturday a shell of my former seventeen year old self, before recovering and blossoming in time to jet off to New York and live like the sex in the city girls for five days with my fabulous mum.

Soooo excited!

xox

2012-01-09T09:50:00.000-08:00

I always want to fully master the art of beautiful flicks on your eyes, a kind of sixties chic which I love, and yet never seem to be able to pull off. This picture seems perfect, I can only hope that I can attempt to follow its instructions in order to perfect my sixties flicks. I work with a girl who always has the most beautiful eye make up, and even when she goes for a more 'natural' look she still includes these flicks with a nude eyeshadow. It always adds a glamourous edge to her look and i always ask her how she does it, managing to not only make her flicks perfect and smudge free, but also manages to have both eyes even. Honestly I think the art of movie star worthy makeup is something I'm never going to perfect!

2012-01-03T12:45:00.000-08:00

I go to New york in 19 days and i couldn't be more stoked!

My Personal Mission Statement

2012-01-03T10:16:00.000-08:00

So, i was checking up on one of my favourite bloggers Gala (check out her blog @galadarling.com, it's super cute and pink.. and she has awesome pink hair and if you know me at all, you'll know how i feel about those who are fantastic enough to pull off pink hair) and i saw that she was talking about a personal mission statement. Its essentially a little (or long) statement which helps you organise what you plan to with your year, as well as being a guiding force behind any bad descisions. I deffinately need one this year, just to help me make it through 2012 alive, without too my scratches ( except the good kind). So, with thanks to Gala for the inspiration and all...

“A personal mission statement becomes the DNA for every other decision we make.” (Stephen Covey)

She left some questions to guide, talking about when you're at your best and worst, which i've tried to sum up....
I am at my best when I am surrounded by people i love, doing things I love, wearing leopard print shoes and drinking purple rain cocktails. I am at my worst when I am stuck in my bedroom, revising subjects i don't care a great deal for and arguing with my mother. At work, if you're talking about my actual place of work, the only thing i really love is talking to Evan, even though he's just some weird kid who helps make the desserts. He just brightens my day. If you mean at sixth form, I really love learning something new, not just the same old crap every day. I like being enlightened and reading good books. outside of work, I really love getting drunk and having fun and flailing with my best friends. Which all sounds very unproductive and cliché, especially when you consider in that time i probably make some moves that I grow to regret. I love shopping too, buying things that sparkle, god this is really embarassing... I sound like such a bog standard girl. I make myself sick.. I'm already starting to regret writing this mission statement thing! My natural talents and gifts? Lets think, I'm pretty good at writing, I mean this blog probably isn't the best representation of that... but i actually am. It's always been the only thing i've gotten any acknowledgment for at school. I used to be good at drawing too, but i don't really have the time for it anymore. I might start making more time for it. I take a lot of photographs too, i try to be artsy, i'm not very good at being artsy though... maybe i don't have any talents... now i'm just depressed. If i had unlimited time and resources and knew i could not fail i would travel the world, and i would be a freelance journalist who took her own photographs, and i would take photos of every beautiful thing i saw and i would surround myself with amazing people, who i loved, who loved me... So far, my lifes journey isn't too spectacular, though I have travelled alot and met some cool people and done some sick things, but it isn't over yet, it's only just begun, so i don't want to dwell on that too much. On my 80th birthday, if the people who spoke of me only knew me for the past 18 years they'd probably talk bullshit because thats what people dos. I mean, you never hear someone saying 'oh yes, of course we love him but damn that kid is a dick, he strats fights with everyone and is in way too much drug debt...' no... I think people would say I dye my hair too much and overthink everything... but i have a big heart. I think they'd say i was at my best covered in glitter!.. i'm bored of these questions already

But this year, my mission is to pass all my exams, to spend all my time with people who make me smile, and hopefully who i make smile in return. I plan to be comfortable with myself in every way, to travel and to see beautiful things. I plan to love and be loved by as many people as possible and to take as many pictures of beautiful things as i can...
And to have a fucking good time!

xox

In the words of Summer

2012-01-02T09:17:00.000-08:00

I, like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world; might as well have fun while we can and, save the serious stuff for later.

2012-01-02T09:10:00.001-08:00

xox

Happy 2012!

2012-01-01T11:01:00.000-08:00

So we are officially in 2012 and i'm pretty sure we haven't died yet. Last night on the walk home from town with my best friend, i gave her one of my infamous life talks, where (when sustantially messy on whatever substance has came my way) I find out the meaning of life and tell her. See, what gets me is everyone spent the night expecting anarchy at midnight, like as though an asteroid was just gunna drop from the sky and land smack bang in the middle of independent (this grotty nightclub that, despite smelling of piss, sweat and cannabis, we all still insist on dragging ourselves to every week). But what they don't relsise is I feel like some kind of voice of wisdom, or some kind of authority. You see, i do christian theology A level; now i'm not here to preach and tell you that my religion is right, but it talks some sense. 'man does not know the day or hour'... how the fuck can you expect the world to end at some designated hour if every single holy book or religious artifact states something along those lines. i dunno, it just gets me. And, if you're guna go with the whole mayan calander '2012' movie scenario, thats due to hit us in December anyway. i don't even think I have a point.. but I'm deff going to make the most of this year if we are to expect impending doom (kinda praying that it's bullshit though, i quite like my lfie here thanks).
I just hope 2012 continues being as good and as messy as 2011 ended, 'cause I think things might finally start to be picking up for me. Happy new year; please enjoy some pictures of my favourite people in the world (except the one with pink hair... don't even know who she is?!)

2012-01-01T10:46:00.001-08:00

2011-12-20T13:08:00.001-08:00

siiiiicccckkkk

i think i'm addicted to christmas

2011-12-19T14:10:00.000-08:00

Christmas never used to be my favourite time of year, I always claimed to love summer way more and resented the cold. I mean, no one likes wearing a ton of layers, getting frostbite every time
you open the front door and having to wear twenty pairs of socks every time it decides to snow, just to keep your feet dry.... or do they? As a little kid i obviously loved christmas and the magic of it, but getting older just seems to suck all the magic out of the festive season! Well, that all seems to have changed this christmas. I'm absolutely loving wrapping up and embracing the cold, and i honestly can't wait for it to snow. So far i'm pretty gutted that we've only had one snowfall (and i don't even think that counts since it melted within an hour). I just seem to love everything about christmas this year, everyone seems to be so much happier and you can't beat the ambiance that comes with buying little gifts for everyone.
Also can't help but get my camera out at every occasion, so enjoy some pictures of my mum's prized christmas lights and tree.

xox

Life is simple

2011-12-12T15:18:00.000-08:00

I found this picture earlier while lurking about on a friend of a friend's blog (tumblr to be exact if we're going to name drop websites) and I couldn't agree more with it. We all spend way too much time worrying about the little things in life that, in the long run, are totally unimportant. Like how much our weight is fluctuating, or if our hair looks good today, or heaven forbid the people in the street don't like the new shoes you bought last weekend, even though you'd had your heart set on them for about three months. In my case, worrying about everyone else's opinion, over analysing their reactions to what I say and do, is my biggest problem. You can ask anyone and they'll tell you that. I seem to spend more of my time weighing up the pros and cons of how people will react to what I do (be it buying a new pair of shoes, changing my hair cut, or kissing the guy I've liked for months) because I'm terrified their reaction will deem me unacceptable in society. When you think about it though it's a stupid notion! Why on earth should I care what other people think? As long as I'm happy that's all that matters, right? And it should be the same for everyone! Yet in the society we live in now it seems none of us are as free to look and act as we might like, even if the law is allowing of it: it seems we are held back from our liberties as individuals by our own, irrational fear of rejection. It's pathetic really, and I'm going to try my hardest from today to live life as simple. After all, life should be about one thing for everyone: happiness for all.
xox

2011-12-02T15:07:00.001-08:00

story of my life...

xox

Why are skater boys so hot?

2011-11-29T04:08:00.000-08:00

Why are skater boys so darn hot? It's something I've been asking myself for years. Ever since I found myself age thirteen an wearing the tightest black skinny jeans I could find (it was a phase.. admittedly 'emo' was not my best fashion decision but thankfully I grew out of it) I've been wondering why. Years on from my somewhat 'darker' days and I still find myself weirdly attracted to the dudes who ride on four wheels as opposed to waling on two legs. Inspired by my current crush (sssh!) and a hilarious ask I found on yahoo the other day, I compiled short list:

1)Good hair-Yep, some of the ones I scoped out needed a little help when it came to actually styling what they have, but underneath that unwashed mass I'm sure something could be resurrected. In the main though, they seem to have it down.

2)Awesome hats- If there is one thing I love about boys, it's a boy who can wear an awesome hat and pull it off well. The amount of guys who skate that I know, who seem to have a collection of the coolest hats known to man is unreal. Surly dating one means the privilege of sharing the hat fest?

3)Vans!- another fetish of mine has to be vans, I don't care if they're authentic, low pro or high top. I don't even care if they are male or female vans; I just freakin' love them! I bought a pair of slip-ons when I was about 14 and now they're so loved (yes, loved) they actually have holes in the soles and I'm not giving up on them yet!

4)Duuuude- the guys I know who skate just see to have their own dialect. This slow cool drawl with a selection of 'black' lexis thrown in there which they can actually pull off without looking like douches. Yeah it could be something to do with the copious amounts of cannabis they smoke... but even so it makes me weak at the knees.

5) Boarding- lets face it, four wheels really are cooler than two legs. Have you seen those guys do tricks? They blow me away. And a guy who boards can meet you for a date at least half the time quicker than a boy who has to walk to meet you ;)

28th November 2011

2011-11-28T12:28:00.000-08:00

I am so over it being winter right now, I can't even describe how ill I am. I had to send myself home from sixth form today, the thought of sitting through three more hours of lessons, freezing cold and feeling physically drained made me want to cry. I planned to come home and work from my bed, but naturally I ended up spending three hours watching videos of guys skating. I don't even understand how or why i have suddenly become obsessed with skaters.....

On the up side I have a sick new vest, can't decide if it's too gangsta for me or not though...

19th November 2011

2011-11-19T05:41:00.000-08:00

Honestly think I've had the most stressful day ever and I've only been awake about three hours, so that's definitely a new record. The funny thing is, it’s all down to Christmas presents; my own Christmas presents too! I went shopping with my dad to buy a new laptop, initially with the aim of getting a beautiful Macbook. I always knew they were overpriced, but they’re just too beautiful not to want! As soon as I walked into the store, the Macbook pros gleamed from their apple stand, glowing like little electronic angels. There’s just something about them, I don’t know if it’s their HD screen or smooth finish, or even if it’s just the little apple emblem; I found myself almost drooling over them. Of course, something so amazing doesn’t come without its disadvantages though, nothing is ever perfect! “We start at around £999”... brilliant, as soon as the first figure left the shop assistants mouth I knew I was doomed. There is no way my dad is going to be willing to fork out a grand (or there about) for a laptop he will probably only see the once. He could go on holiday for that price tag. With a heavy heart I found myself being lead to the “just as good for half the price” laptops”. Save me your excuses Mr shop assistant! I came here for a Macbook and I don’t want to leave without one... even if I have to stay in store for the next five years to save up.
I do know that there are cheaper laptops out there whose internals are just as good (take the Samsung the young boy attempted to show me with 2GB more memory than a Macbook pro and the same hard drive), who are equally as lightweight and who even share the same graphics with the little apple angels; but they just aren’t Macbooks. I tried to convince my dad, I tried to think up a plan in which I could save up £500 and pay half, but unless I become a go-go dancer or win the lottery within the next three weeks, I don’t think I’m going to be unwrapping anything quite as sweet as an apple Macbook this Christmas.

2011-11-01T13:48:00.000-07:00

super cute, wish I knew where I could find this nail varnish. Also with my nails were in such beautiful condition instead of snapping all the time!

2011-11-01T11:56:00.000-07:00

I constantly wish that I had one of those interesting lives that bloggers so often seem to have, where they fill everyone in on their wild nights out ever night and all the awesome private events they attend. I like to think that once I start university, and my journalistic career (I wish) takes off I will join them in the ranks, the universe finally on my side. Instead all I seem to have done with my past few days is attempt to catch up on endles aounts of coursework and revision, teachers really don't lie when they say your final year of A levels catches up on you- it's terrifying! And UCAS does not help at all, university open days put the fear of God into me with regards to applications. I feel like I'm going to be living at home until I'm 40!
When I haven't been working my socks off trying to convince people I'm worthy of a nine grand a year place at university (see what I mean, scary stuff) I've been commuting all over. Today, on the journey back from the gym, I couldn't help but notice how dark it gets so early now, and it got me thinking about Christmas. I couldn't be more excited.
From now on prepare yourself for lots of fairy light and tinsel related posts, I'm a six year old inside!
Enjoy your week (if you're nice enough to spend time reading this abysmal attempt at a blog)

Monster Mash

2011-10-31T14:49:00.000-07:00

I haven’t always been a huge fan of Halloween, frequently being the little kid who you find cowering in their own front garden from all of the surrounding ghosts and ghouls. In fact, getting me out of the house to trick or treat used to be a task in itself. These days you can’t get me out of the house fast enough... although without the lure of sweets and instead with the lure of cocktails. This year was no exception, and the best thing about Halloween (aside the cheap cocktails), the fact I can dress up in public and no one will say anything about it! I wanted a costume that was cute but cheap too, yet it seems anything cute and good quality comes at a horrifying price! So I decided to use my artistic streak to whip up this little number...

At only about £10 I managed to transform myself into a homemade skeleton. Proof that anything a costume company can do, you can probably do cheaper, if not better.

Happy Halloween!
xox

2011-10-18T12:19:00.001-07:00

such an amazing ring, got to find myself one asap
xox

Blackberry...blueberry...raspberry....?

2011-10-18T10:36:00.000-07:00

What has been going on with Blackberry these past few weeks? It seems like all I heard about for days was blackberry and their lack of service. I know all about black berry messenger shutting down, as well as emails and of course lack of internet. I know all about the painstaking few days which people had to endure without their phones ‘pinging’ every five minutes. I even know all about the lack of helpful information given to customers who rang up. That may sound all very well, but the ironic thing is, I don’t even own a blackberry! Thanks to Facebook and the constant bravado on the news I can only imagine that everyone else’s head is spinning with the thought of these techno-berries too!

I’ve never owned a blackberry myself but I can definitely see the appeal when every single one of my friends has one, with their neat keyboards and the ability to ‘BBM’ each other every few seconds. It’s like a whole world of socialising that I can’t gain access too; the key being the blackberry I don’t have! And I haven’t even gotten started on the range of cute covers that I just can’t seem to find to fit my stupid android. The socialisation and globalisation of these little berries (some of which aren’t even black!) has resulted in me feeling very out of sync. Not quite as cool as the apple Iphone gang, yet not as boring as us mere androids-I found myself asking, why don’t I have a blackberry too?

Ah, until of course last week hit; the cherry on top of a very unhappy cake for blackberry customers apparently. The past week resulted in my friends listing every problem they had with their mobile companions. The apps slowing their phone down, the constant screen freezing, internet and BBM not working for random periods of time. Finally my whines of being left out have been silenced. I think I’ll stick to my trusty little android, bar the few scrapes it’s acquired along the way... well... until I’m rich enough to join the Iphone crew anyway!
xox

A very informal introduction

2011-09-28T13:38:00.000-07:00

Hello. Hola. Bonsoir. Aloha.

Welcome to my blog, something I’m not quite sure I have the hang of just yet, but I’m sure I’ll get there. Formally this would be where I hold out my hand for you to firmly shake (were we face to face as opposed to cyber screen to screen) and told you my name-unfortunately this is not the formal introduction we’re used to. Instead, this is cyberspace and according to the news nothing is safe on cyberspace, and so I’m here to introduce you to my cyber-self. I’m a seventeen year old female from a seaside town in the Northeast of England, and although I wish I could pretend I am full of intriguing ideas which I hope to share with the world, I’m not so sure I am that fortunate. Instead, I set up this blog mainly as a university requirement and a place to help me improve my writing so that I have the chance to become a journalist and fulfil my dreams... For an informal introduction this is pretty damn formal...

I like drinking cocktails, leopard print shoes and beautiful boys, although I have acquired the first two things on my list of loves, the last is an ongoing hunt. I also love anyone who can tell a good joke, though I only ever tell bad ones!

Why do pandas have fur coats?

Because they’d look stupid in denim jackets!*

xox

*See, told you I tell the worst jokes, but at least 4/6 people I’ve told this joke have laughed at it, so it can’t be that bad!