Google knows nothing.

      Well, I sat here in my humble abode, ill as they come. It's unfortunate, so close to Christmas but I blame my Mum entirely, because she forced me into going all the way to West Denton with her to go to Morrisons and it was so busy. I nearly fainted in the juice aisle which is embarrassing enough but then when I did actually pass out in the yoghurt aisle, it was even worse.
      There was so many people in there, I tell you, Mothers don't go to Iceland, they go to Morrisons, take it from me. What can you do?
      Also, I am annoyed at Google. I image-searched for JB Gill and I ended up with a picture of Siva Kaneswaran. I mean, I like a bit of Siva as much as the next girl but I did hope to find JB not him!

Four days.

     It's four days until Christmas! I am right in the festive mood now, which I wasn't before, which I am hoping has something to do with my wonderful idea of painting my nails red and reading The Gift by Cecelia Ahern. I made a playlist too, on my iTunes, full of the songs that remind me of Christmas. Slowly but surely it's working.
     I've not done much today again, I only went out to see Megan because her family are whisking her away for Christmas this year. We wrapped presents and watched Love Actually and it was a nice little afternoon we had ourselves. I loved it. I can't believe she's going away though - it's weird thinking that the next time I see her it will be 2011.
     I could probably sleep until Christmas, if I wanted to (or let myself). I'm sure it wouldn't be hard, given how tired I am at the moment. There's nothing on TV and I'm not, under any circumstances, going out in the snow either, so I'm in bed. Wonderful.
     At least on Thursday I have a proper excuse to get dressed up a bit, because we're going on a festive group outing to The Gate for a meal. I am dying to get out of the house and actually do something so I have that to look forward to, which means I get to see Connor before Christmas too.

I'm slacking.

     I'm slacking off on this blog business. In my defence, I have had a lot to do, and Christmas shopping is killing me slowly. Also, I've been gallivanting in Yorkshire with a few teachers and my best friends, writing to our hearts content. Maybe not some as much as others.
     I have since discovered that I am not, under any circumstances, a country girl. I am a city girl, born and bred, and the moors of Yorkshire did not cut it for me. Newcastle will always be in my heart. I was dying to get home. True to form, as soon as I did eventually get home, I was dying to go back to Yorkshire. The only thing I really detested was the lack of Christmas there! There was no tinsel, no trees, no nothing. It upset me to the highest degree. I even went into the tiny village of Hepton Stall (I swear the graveyard was twice the size of the village, because once you settled there, you never fucking left). Anyway, there was no Christmas decoration anywhere.
      I made sure I took my Santa decoration, and he sat pride of place on the chest next to my bed. I was up in the attic so everyone took advantage of the fact my room was the hottest and sat for hours in my bedroom. Lovely to have company but murder when I wanted to sleep.
     None of that matters though, because I am home, and after a nice shopping trip with Layla (she bought me some new M.A.C make-up!) I am tucked up in bed with Harry Potter and a cup of tea. Misfits Christmas Special is on at ten, so I really am getting spoilt today.

Relief!

     Tomorrow is the first day without exams that I've had in a while. Last week was stress-city with all the GCSE's I had but tomorrow is a brand new week which will be a total doss. Most of the week I'll be doing virtually nothing - and don't I need it?
     I'll just be counting down the days until Harry Potter is released. I do have a love for Ron Weasley which cannot be explained.

We call ourselves 16 year olds.

Well, we've had an eventful night. Me, Jade and Robyn slept at Sophie's and before anyone thinks anything, we weren't actually drunk. The closest we came to alcohol is the Carling and vodka we put in a class of Coke. With blackcurrant juice. And mint imperials and Haribos. Added some Maltesers. Then the rest of the prawn crackers. We're disgusting. Shamefully we actually tasted it - I wish I hadn't. I missed The X Factor because I was busy helping Robyn fit as many maltesers in her mouth as we could manage and then started on me (I got 11, she got 10!) If that was impressive, Sophie took the bag off us and decided to beat that (she shovelled 15 in her mouth!) For a small girl she was invincible with them maltesers!
Well, after that melted chocolate fight and a very late night, I need a bath, some breakfast and to go back to sleep so I'm gonna shove on my clothes and get going!

On an evening in Romaaaaaaaa!

Bless. Me and Jade are lying, tucked up in bed watching films. Eventually the fireworks have stopped because I'm not too fond of those. Eventhough Adam did say that Firework by Katy Perry reminded him of me, which was so sweet. And worrying at the same time but what's a girl to do?
I have had such an amazing day, I really have. Tomorrow I will become less rich than I currently am but I could by a boat and not see a dint in my cash!
Well, I'm off for the night because I'm knacked but I definitely will be keeping this up to date. I've been slacking lately it's terrible!

Baby you're a firework!

Well, I've had an amazing birthday. Spoilt doesn't even come into it. Now I'm just chilling with the family, cursing Blackberry's and watching Mock the Week with my Uncles. You see, life is good isn't it? My birthday is amazing, chocolate cake with mint flavoured frosting and mint cream in the middle, it says "sweet sixteenth demi" made outta sweeties and jelly tots around the edge. Lush!

My birthday tomorrow!

     Tomorrow is my birthday! I don't know why I'm up so early this morning then, but that's life for you isn't it? Good thing is, I've got to listen to The Wanted and JLS on the radio, which I never usually hear, possibly because I'm always asleep!
     Today is going to be busy, because I've got to revise so much at school, and then when I get home [an hour later, because I feel obliged to stay at English Revision Boosters with Miss Willis, God help me] I have to tidy up everything. Saying that, it will take me all of three seconds, thanks to me and my spotless room! Jade is also coming over with her blankets and clothes so I can get everything sorted for tomorrow.
      I'm so excited.

Worst Monday. EVER.

     It's official to say that I've had the worst Monday imaginable. I woke up very late and had to do a super rush to get ready, then I left the lights on at home [which I only just realised when I came in at 7PM] and I didn't even get half-way through first lesson before my Aunt came to pick me up. I am the most ill I've been in ages.
     Things did perk up when I went to sleep on my Nanna's sofa, wrapped up in the big thick winter duvet, watching childrens programs on TV. I felt loads better when Nanna and Auntie Gill brought in a lovely sandwich from town for me, but then Nanna took me to the doctors to get an injection, which just brought my mood way back down low.
     And hilariously for me, I have to go back to school at 5.30PM tomorrow night, and stay there until 8PM, showing the Year 6 kids and their parents around, to try and make them come to my school in September. When I won't even be there, and I don't care either way anyway! What. Is. The. Point?

New York, New York.

     I've spent another Sunday, whiling away my hours doing nothing productive. I've spent more than enough money on magazines, and gained nothing but the knowledge that Camel coloured coats and/or accessories are very hot right now. I've also fell in love with the New Romantic trend, but it's a shame my hair is far too short for the hairstyles.
     Speaking of which, I've had my pixie cut for just over a month and it's grown out a lot. I have amazing gratitude towards the fact my hair grows rather quickly. I should make an appointment with Alice to get it cut again. Not that I should be spending anymore money. My purse hates me and it's more than likely my piggy bank is gathering dust. All in the name of fashion my friend and after I have managed to get onto my course in University, I will be able to pay for my trip to beautiful New York.

Birthdays,

     There are a lot of birthdays coming up (and already been for Courtney, who was 5 yesterday!) and I have no idea how I'm meant to get the money for them all. Not when Christmas is so close. At least I'm alright for my own birthday (20 days and counting!). Adam is 16 tomorrow, my Auntie Gill is 34 on Tuesday, then Adam is 16 on October 25th and Kieran is 16 on Halloween. Megan and Lucy are in Decemeber and ... Oh my gosh, I am going to be so poor by the time January comes around.
     I am sorted for Christmas though. I know I'm getting Jade's present and I know what I'm getting Mam. I already gave Megan her ticket for The Script so she's sorted. Just Lucy to think of and that'll be done. Thank God for my Mam helping me with the family's presents!

University.

     I've not blogged in so long, probably because I've been so busy! It's just revision, coursework, revision, exam over and over. I know it's good in the long run because I won't be poor when I'm older but dear God, I wish Mr Atkinson would just slow down! It's just work thrown at us from all angles.
     I did visit Newcastle University today, so, it's put a little question mark on where I want to go. I always fancied moving, to Brighton or Leeds maybe, but now I'm considering just staying home. Decisions decisions.

So. Damn. Cold.

     I love Autumn, I do. I just hate waking up, frozen to my pillow; I slept in a hoody. It's ridiculous. So now I've resorted to wearing two hoodies because what else can I do? Watching Friends is making it better.
     Jay McGuiness also helps.

Learning, learning, learning.

      Regretting is more like it. I was so physced for Ebony's party, and yet, I got so completely hammered that I can't remember much. My head injuries show different, but I cannot for the life of me remember half the things I did. I have been told a lot, which is reassuring (70% of the time) and I'm only alive because I have two amazing friends looking after me and Sophie. It's times like that when I fully appreciate Megan and Jade.
      So, I'm in the house tonight, nursing a headache and memory loss. You've got to love being fifteen don't you?

You learn a lot from the movies.

     If horror-movies tell you one thing, it's to not let young girls into your house. Lilith from Case 39, and Esther from The Orphan. Those two are enough to make you learn a lesson. I hope, for my sake, I only ever have sons when I'm older.

Dress-hell.

     Buying dresses really winds me up. You know when you find the most amazing dress, and yet they don't have it in your size on the internet or even have it in the shop? I'm going to scream. No other dress compares to this. I love it.
     I did go on Lipsy though, and found a beautiful dress. Mom didn't seem to impressed with it, but she doesn't really have the same taste in fashion as I do. I'll see. I'll go to town for the fourth time this week. They'll be throwing me out of that place soon.
     I'm going to have to put my laptop away and go to sleep now, because my head hurts. A lot. I just need to sleep it off, relax and get myself out of dress-hell.

Stefan saves lives!

     Never again let me complain about fancy dress parties. They are wonderful beautiful things! No, I'm not a bee. No, I'm not a Roman. I am going with Sophie, as Stefan Salvatore! Sophie shall be Damon, and it will be fabulus!
     I managed to get two white shirts for £5, Primark's finest, and fangs for £1! La la la, happy happy happy. You know, I've got a feeling of accomplishment, and I'm proud of it. Lucy shall provide me with face paint for the authentic pale pale pale look, and my own eyeliner skills will make me and Sophie look gorgeous. Louise has been kind enough to loan me her shoes, so la la la again. Yey!

Fancy dress my arse.

     There is nothing to be said about fancy dress parties. I cannot stand them. They require too much work, eventhough I know we'll all love it when we're there. I've got a few ideas in mind, but hopefully I'll have a solid idea once me and Jade have been shopping on Saturday. Hitting charity shops could be our answer to all problems, even though I refuse to spend more than £5 on anything I see.
     I'm torn between stealing away Louise's bee costume, and buying a white sheet to tie around me and call myself Roman. I'll have to see. Although I am considering just donning my denims and a shirt and deciding to be Jessy from Toy Story. If I find nothing, I'm throwing caution to the wind and going as Frankie Sandford. No effort what-so-ever!

Hurricanes and Harry Potter.

     I'm stuck in the house today, through no fault of my own. My head is pounding, I cannot stop sneezing and I keep coughing. So, whilst a hurricane pounds my windows in, I'm watching Harry Potter. I do love young Ron but I have no loving feels for Hermione. I detest her. Well, I like Hermione, but Emma Watson has no place in my heart.
     Jealousy isn't an attractive quality, but I care very little for this girl. She has everything. A modelling career, tonnes of money, George Craig. The only relief I feel is that she has stupid hair. Stupid, stupid hair. I shall just remind myself of that everytime. Even though she really suits her hair; which is another thing to hate about her. God, I'm so jealous of her.

Sad stories.

     You know when you have a great, fun night with your friends and you decide to let your Mother join in and everyone has a great time and everyone is laughing? Then everyone goes home and your Mom who has been very entertaining and fun, then starts talking about your old primary school teachers, and how one of them is dead and the other is close to it? Doesn't really end the night the way you hoped.
     On a brighter note, I get to take out my piercing tomorrow and change the stud. Which I am very excited about. Auntie Gillian will take me to town bright and early, to buy them. I shall sleep, smiling tonight.

I can't wait until I'm a Mother.

     I cannot begin to describe how funny my Mom is being today. She has already thrown a three-year-olds tantrum over ironing, tripped on the way to the shop and pulled a face at an old woman, who turned around and saw her. I've been awake four hours and I've already laughed more today than I have all week. I've now just been told that the ironing pile isn't going down. Apparently the clothes keep sneaking back in to be ironed again. I would gladly video this woman, but I am not allowed. Legal rights she claims. I think it's because she hates cameras.
     It is really warm in Newcastle today. I wore denim shorts to go food shopping which is a first. I was also sat upon by a furry flying insect which wasn't a bee. Saying that, the whole of nature has been against me today. I unleashed a tarantula from it's hiding spot in the window frame when I opened it. I closed it again, and we may now have half a tarantula there. Half or whole, it's still furry.
     One day, I'm planning on having a full conversation with Jay, without a four year old telling us otherwise, and inconsiderate women whisking me off to the bank / back home / the next place she can think of.
     Oh, I just heard a slamming wardrobe door. Now she's singing Katy Perry loudly. Am I right to believe my Mother could be bipolar?! Yes, because Queen Tantrum is now back. The poor ironing board. I love her no matter what, and she is making me laugh, but this is making my head spin! Happy California Girl or Moody Slamming Stamper? I'd best go in my room for safety.
     I can't wait until I'm a Mother myself, so I can go about my day, embarrassing (and scaring) my children, the way my Mom does. Take today, when I came in with Jade and Jordan, and she was stood there in her dressing gown. She had no consideration and didn't even apologize and go and get dressed. She just smiled and sat and watched Hollyoaks. No consideration for me. What-so-ever.
   

Back to the Eighties.

     I have officially gone back to the eighties with my family. We're sitting watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and Courtney is listening to an Aqua album with her Dad. This is tragic. In many different ways and forms. I could have escaped this, and been roaming around with two very special people, but alas, that is not going to happen. Are they special to me? Yes. Are they reliable? Are they heck! I would gladly smack their heads together. I also spent money on something of no importance now. Which really does irritate me.
     I need someone who is going to allow me to moan on and on for an hour or so, but I have none of those sort of people. Where are they when you need them?

Happy Days.

     I love it when you go out for dinner with your Mother and Aunt and suddenly you find yourself drinking a bottle of Rose from the table and you're day instantly brightens. True, it goes down slightly when you're a bit disorientated and almost knock yourself out, banging your head on the bar. Laughing it off does help though, especially when the man next to you is also pissing himself laughing. It really does encourage you.
     I would like to say Happy Birthday to Jordan Crawford, because he is celebrating his Sweet Sixteen today and I am a proud girlfriend and mother of his child. Of sorts. Okay, so it was a joke we made up on December first last year, and I was supposedly meant to be getting pregnant so I would have a baby today, on his sixteenth. So, welcome to the world Baby Caleb. It is a wonderful day for everyone involved.
     I need a lie down. 

I think you're hot.

     I am so tired, and I'm ready to go to bed, but I cannot stop my mind whirring. So there will be no sleeping, inevitably. I've had Katy Perry's new CD on replay all day. I recommend it, I really do. Also, after buying One Night Only's new CD, I've realised just why I loved them the first time around and now both of the albums are sitting comfortably on my CD player. I guarantee both discs will be broken by Friday.
     Another shopping trip, another day of having an empty purse. I cannot stop myself. I also blame Nanna for putting the idea of Steven Strait in my mind, by telling me about Courtney watching a film yesterday with him in it, so I went home, watched The Covenant and remembered why I was in love with him a few years back. He is very hot. The 'real' boys I know will never quite measure up now. I've set my standards very high, with John James Parton and Steven Strait being the top of my 'Most Wanted' list. Along with Bradley Cooper of course.
     I think it's time for a lie down, and nice chick-flick, after a scary night with Jade Shilling and Hannah Andrews sharing terrifying stories of spiders. I joined in, of course, but it has put me in a cautious mood now. I shall indeed, be sleeping with the light on.

Angela Clark eat your heart out.

     I've come over all Angela Clark on myself, and decided to start a blog of my own. Something new, and you never know where these things can go! It'll be a nice way to save the memories of my last year of school as well. Eventhough I have started it on the Bank holiday Monday because, being a Bank holiday there was nothing else in the world I could have been doing.
     I had a shopping spree with Mother today, because I had cash accumulating in my piggy bank from when I was in Spain so I treated myself. Never before have I spent so much on a new purse, but I deserved it. It is gorgeous. I'll never settle for anything less than that anymore. I've really upped my game in everything now. I've got a total new outlook on life suddenly. I have no idea why, but I feel really different since I got back from Spain. Everything seems to have fell into place on it's own, with no input from me. Which is just the way I like it. Now, for the personal changes I'm making - I've got an entire new make-up collection, my hair is a  completely different colour and style, and I've de-cluttered my room, ceiling to floor. I really am enjoying myself!