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.