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.