Welcoming myself back to blogger

Apologies for the disgusting amount of time I've been away from this delightful social medium.

It's been way too busy to describe.


I'm back doing my second year of Law at uni and it is sooooooooooooooo hard! On the plus side, today I got my picture with the Olympic torch on campus.
Over the rest of the holidays, I went to Austria and enjoyed the glorious British sunshine - a rarity these days!!!

Now I'm more swamped in massive textbooks that double up as doorstops and intimidating lecturers that I swear may eat you if you answer their question incorrectly.

My best gay friends broke up their engagement which is utterly depressing however I will be there for them regardless of what happens. The best girlfriend and myself have been revelling in the fact that I'm commuting this year (equal hell - especially when a drunk chunders all over the top deck) by having girly nights out and in on out TGIF's. This week was Chinese and home movie - I'm looking forward to the Breaking Dawn one at the cinema!!! OMFG!

So yeah, life is good and it's Halloween, which is an excuse to take sweets from small children haha!!!


Trick or treat!!! xxx

Holiday!!!

It's only 10 days until I go on holiday to the South of France and in all honesty, I'm so excited!!!
I've already started packing - however it is here where the money really goes. Your tickets and spending money are already assumed but we all seem to end up spending all this money on clothes we will, in all honesty, wear only once.
Today I decided, this wasn't going to be me. So, I went to our sunny new Primark and prepared myself with a list of things i needed (and succeeded in getting) as well as a load of other things that weren't on the list.
You see, as humans we are creatures of comfort. And so, because of this, money burns a hole in our pockets. It's not good, but it's perfectly normal. This is why, from henceforth, I am encouraging spending in moderation. And this way us women will never have the need to go on a splurge. After all, you can always buy it next week.
Anyways, to conclude, I'm enjoying the fun of developing covering letters for local law firms, so any suggestions would be more than appreciated. I simply haven't got a clue when it comes to applying for these things, but I guess that we should all have a go; especially if I'm ever going to end up in Paris!!! xxx

The best things in life are...home comforts!!!

So, as you can probably guess from the above title, the diet has gone out of the window and I'm stuck looking like an elephant in my bathing costume this April.

This is all because of one big problem. Cake. Specifically, mum's homemade cupcakes/ chocolate cake/ anything else going. And so, because this has all been going on I feel like I've now gained a stone (it's probably edging into a reality...)

All I can hope is that my diet of university convenience vegetarianism helps out. My legs are so toned from the dancing it's unbelievable!

What else can I say, I'm only human

Who do they think they are!?

Now, I know I'm not perfect. In fact, one of the main reasons I set up this blog was so that I could relieve my rants as if somebody was listening when, in fact, nobody can be arsed.

So today is going to be spent getting rid of a MASSIVE load of stress.

Consider the following scenario: one of your friends has just split up with the boyfriend she was meant to be moving in with later this year, along with your other friend's boyfriend. It's her birthday later this month and you haven't seen her since christmas. However, you moved out of the Halls you were sharing because of the untidiness and so haven't seen her since you got back to uni. What would you do?

Would you a) spend some time with her catching up and telling her it's going to be okay
                  b) spend all your time with your new flatmates and ignore all possible chances to meet up with
                  your friends that were before you moved out
                  c) a combination of the two

?

Unfortunately, my supposed 'friend' chose option 2 and has now buggered off with her new flatmates and abandoned those who welcomed her at the beginning of the year.
Not only that, she's not even gonig to her old best friend's birthday party and wasn't there for her when her and her boyfriend split up.
What also pisses me off is the fact she's been slagging my boyfriend and I off...and there's not much I hate more than a backstabbing bitch.

If I ever see her again, she's going to get a NASTY shock. You cannot abandon those who have always been there for you, for no good reason, without consequence. She has caused nothing but problems this semester. And, to be honest, if she's going to be horrible about me, she should dare to mess with a future lawyer.

Rant over. Apologies for the above language and horrible descriptions but I feel much better with that off of my chest.

On the plus side, I made my first omelette today. And it was well nice!

Currys and Self Diagnosis

Before I start this rant, I am just going to advise you fellow readers to please avoid the title subjects at all costs. They are dangerous and potentially life threatening (if you're a manager or wikipedia that is...)

To start, my initial reason for this moan is that my boyfriend is no longe rgoing on holiday with me this April. This is for 3 reasons (there are ALWAYS three): 1. He has work committments. 2. He has these because his work , Currys, wouldn't give him the holiday. 3. He was too late in booking said holiday off.

Although my complaint was with my boyfriend who has the organisation levels of a teapot, I was very miffed with his employer. Considering he had already paid to come on the holiday, and everyone else was lookking forward to him coming too (especially me) it seems just a little unreasonable that he wasn't allowed it - especially as he only works tills and that isn't exactly a taxing job.

And so I'm going to start a hate campaign against his emplyers in order that the emplyees can have a better holiday booking system. We already hate their techguys concept, so let's hate their employee management too. Don't buy from Currys: Hughes and Comet do the same products cheaper (my boyfriend confirmed this). So save yourself some money and benefit a greater cause!

Onto self diagnosis. I do not recommend this, especially as a hypochondriac. My physiotherapist informed me I was hypermobile and so I decided to do some research. Now I've decided I'm going to need to have a diagnosis from a doctor for the hereditary and life compromising syndrome. Great. It's a lot better just to ring the doctor when there's a problem, not logging on to find a one.

I'm now feeling a bit freakish and dehabilitated. And so concludes the rant

Progress of the aspiring student

Well, what can say, after a weekend spent living on takeaways I'm certainly not feeling my healthiest...

However, the weight loss in progress and tonight I cooked the best meal in the world. Basically sausage, cucumber, pepper and red onion pasta in a garlic and herb dressing. All for less than two pounds! That, my friends, is student shopping at its best.

This evening I learnt a very valuable skill at the first aid society: how to play dead in a triage situation. I basically spent the entire evening falling onto the floor. The bruises are coming up fantastic.

Anyways, the weekend of the junk food was only because my parents were away for the weekend and I had to feed the cats. If they had opposable thumbs we'd be ruined!

I'm currently gathering up the courage to watch 'Fourth Kind'; we could be here for some time...

Why my boyfriend is the best

You can argue about this as much as you like, but to me, my boyfriend is always going to be the best in the world.

Regardless of how bad i may treat him, he is always caring and willing to look after me, even when i moan about the football. I apologise for the soppiness of this blog, but this is my surprise way of showing him just how much I love him.

Thank you sweetie xxx

That's the Spirit!

Okay, so to clear things up before I get started and so that you understand the point of this entry; my boyfriend does mountainboarding. Basically, he straps himself into an oversized skateboard and through himselves onto a downwards slope, perhaps doing some tricks along the way. Here's him doing some of his stuff:

Anyways, so now we're in Norwich, it's obviously a more built up area and so he's resorted to skate parks in order to get his fix (he admits it's an addiction). So today I dutifully went with him to the newest possible spot in order to do the 'girlfriend support' thing of watching him injure himself. No, I don't understand it either...

Anyways, once we got there, it became clear he wasn't going to be the only one on the skateboard. There was a mob of youngsters in roller skates already on the equipment. At the first site of the mountainboard it was like Christmas: "WOW! Look at that! Hey, can I have a go!"

This is where I emphasise the importance of community projects, for this skate park is one. Without it, these kids would have had nothing better to do than become obese or rob corner shops for penny sweets. It has given them a creative outlet, build relationships and have fun. You can see it being used through generations; older brothers bringing younger brothers etc etc

Although, you can see a clear example of the hierarchy of chidhood gangs. The older kids clearly were in charge of the younger ones; deciding which games to play and looking after the younger ones. My boyfriend added something new to the mix, bringing something that divided the group into the distracted and the bored. Some kids couldn't have cared less but others seemed to hold a sort of hero worship...a bit disturbing.

Eventually, when I was freezing my hair off my boyfriend said we could go back to the flat but I'm glad I wenrt. It showed me that not all kids from bad areas are bad themselves and that given the right tools, they can be as nice, if not nicer than those kids from privileged backgrounds.

Something to think about...

It's not easy being green...or is it?

We are surrounded by a society of blame culture. It's not our fault that the planet's dieing, it's not our fault that recycling's so difficult. Why does everything have to be so difficult for us?

I'm not going to lie; I'm as guilt as most people for not putting all recyclable materials into the relevent box or taking glass to the relevant glass bottle bank. And yes, I am going to use that excuse that it's too difficult and that recycling should come to me if it's so important.

However, I am now going to suggest a new way to recycle your old rubbish:

1. NEVER throw away any of your old clothes. Firstly, if you can repair it, it still fits. Secondly, if it's too small, give it to a younger sibling. Thirdly, if you don't have a younger sibling or you simply don't like the item anymore, make it into something that you do like. I have  found this amazing website: www.cutoutandkeep.net

It has an idea on how to make anything. My current project is a recycled material elephant cushion I'm making for Valentine's Day (it's better not to ask why it's an elephant...) Unfortunately I like all my clothes so I bought some material off of Ebay - the student's best friend.

This was a major challenge: I've never seen fully blown warfare break out over fabric samples but this was getting close. Finally I found something that nobody else was fighting for and so I'm on my next step to recycling old fabric. Good old tree hugger that I am.

Anyways, it's off to dancing now

Feel Good Days and New Bedrooms

Well, I've had a lovely weekend back at home from the uni and I feel completely refreshed.

I feel that these lazy weekends are worth their weight in gold. And...considering I wasn't dressed until 4pm this afternoon, this weekend definitely counts as one of those. I've snuggled up with home cooked dinners, spent time with the family and even work was stress free!

I can also rate a couple of very good films: Julie and Julia, the story of a 21st century woman enacting the recipes of Julia Goodchild (I think that's the name?!) and blogging about them. Based on a true story it is heart warming and VERY entertaining. Especially when she attempts to cook live lobster. I was on the floor in hysterics.

The other film is Black Swan. Certainly a film not to watch in the middle of the night by yourself. It's gruesome, gritty and truely exposures the sordid potential of high end ballet and twists your brain in knots too. Natalie Portman is fantastic!

My parents have also started to decorate my sister's bedroom, and I maintain that they could do this service professionally, although neither of them are trained as such. Mind you, it's all that's been talked about all weekend, although my sister has been waiting for this since she was 12. Five years later, it's finally getting done.

And I have an early start tomorrow as I head back to uni.

So which minority's getting discriminated against this century?

I am going to apologise for the following rant which some people may not agree with but that I feel very strongly about.

Throughout the centuries, there has always been a suffering minority in the UK. Throughout the times of slavery, it was African citizens, more recently it's been Eastern Europeans who, apparently "steal all our jobs". No, they don't. They just take the ones us snobby British folk don't want to do. They'll quite happily work from 5am until 9pm picking potatoes for less than the minimum wage for it is better than what they would get in their home country. They attempt to fit in with our culture, having their children educated in our schools, sustain our economy and at least attempt our language. And all they get in return is a load of racist comments about how they have no right to be here.

Might I point out that the British had no right to invade India, Australia or more recently, Afghanistan. We just strolled in there, acting like we owned the place and demanded that we had more rights than the native inhabitants. Like the Americans imposed their culture onto the Native American Indians, so we do to all the immgrants who wish to have a better life in our country. It's simply hypocritical to think that these people suffer constantly from us and we reap the rewards.

But the racism that sickens me the most is that against the travelling communities. They are degraded by us, insulted with words like 'pykie' when they have higher morals than most of us. No sex, alcohol or going out alone before marriage, they are a close knit community that deserves our respect for maintaining their ancient values when we abandoned ours at the first sight of sexualisation in the media. They may dress differently, but then so do Muslims and Hindus and so I believe it is wrong to criticise them. They receive so much bad press that now many councils are forced to destroy their homes because the local community doesn't want them to build homes on land that they bought. If it was a black person who was refused planning permission to build a home for their family there would be an uproar about the increase  in racism today.

But the travelling communities' cries for help go unnoticed and so now many children are forced to live by the roadside in constant danger of high speed traffic and police who are required to move them along. Laws have been passed that prevent gypsies from staying on public ground and so they are increasingly limited by this as to where they can live.

http://www.channel4.com/programmes/big-fat-gypsy-weddings/4od#3159192

It's disgraceful. We have no unreasonable limits as to where we can live, so why should they? We should put our preconceived notions aside and welcome travelling communities as they help the economies of towns, keep to themselves and actually don't cause the trouble people think that they do.

I urge you, don't judge a person just because of their race or background. Judge them on who they are as a person.

Exercise you can enjoy! (Can you believe it?!)

This is going to have to be a quick post simply because I am so tired!

This evening I had my first experience of Dancesport. In the space of an hour I've already learnt a basic waltz and cha cha cha and oh my god was it fun! For starters, I got partnered with a guy, who could dance...well! Also, as I'm aiming to look good in a swimsuit by April, the fact that I am exhausted must be a good sign. And so I am recommending this to all you lovely people. Do dance, it's deceptively easy...really deceptive. The dancemat DOES count, as does any other dance thing that has come out on the Kinect, Move or otherwise.

Another type of exercise you can also enjoy is swimming. It's the one exercise you can do that you can't sweat doing, and it also use the most muscles. Plus, if you include it with inflatables it can make for much fun!

And so I conclude with my three tips for losing weight and enjoying it:
1. only buy healthy, but make sure you'll like it
2. do FUN exercise (see above)
3. only eat when you're hungry, otherwise, drink water

There you go girlies; simples

Why we should be grateful for parents

All I can say is, after the week I've been through, I LOVE my parents. Not only have they pulled me up from the mess I was on Friday night due to housing mania, they have given me a plan and sorted me out for the entirety of next year. They are fabulous.

It would concern most people to know that I actually have friends that ask where my parents are if I have a house party whilst they are away. Because they are just that cool (my parents, not my friends...no offence). They party hard, are the most welcoming people I know and just want to look after everyone.

Take the time one of my uni mates came to mine (from Kent...to Norfolk!) for new year. My mum was so desperate to give him a sandwich/ lunch/ picnic to feed the 5000, I was trying to push her away from the door instead of him.

And this is why we should be grateful to those old farts who tell us that all our fashions have been done before and that our language makes no sense. Because at the end of the day, even if you're the biggest loser in the world, you'll still have your family - no matter how strange they are.

The irritances of a uni student

I'm going to be honest, I'm a fairly easy person to stress out. But some of this is simply ridiculous!

My week actually started off okay. I only had a little work, got my coursework handed in on time and I didn't have two lectures this week. It was also my birthday!!! All I can say is, uni students know how to show their friends a good time.

However, some lecturers (who shall remain nameless) seem to preach as though law is a religion. I half expected chanting due to the religiously monotone voice i was presented with. I nearly fell asleep (it was the morning after the night before - i was bungalowed.

Similarly, some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to have open season on every single property for uni students this week. Great. Here's me, booking a viewing, and then 5 minutes later being told it's already let. Fantastic. I've been stressed up to my neck in emails, phone calls and diary appointments trying to find rooms for different amounts of people; dependant on when they abandoned/ joined us. I just hope I can get somewhere by the end of the week.

And my final moan: indecisiveness. My boyfriend offered to pay for a takeaway. I decided what I wanted. I pulled up the menu and was ready to order. "Oh...I don't know what I want to eat now". F-ing fantastic. Is it really that hard to choose? When you're as picky as my boyfriend you can usually narrow it down to three options anyway: so what's the problem???

Anyways, so concludes my rant. Ah...that's better =)

The restart of uni life

All I can say is, the return back to uni after a holiday is exhausting!

It doesn't help that you only get a single bed and so nearly fall out of the bed the first night - but hey, life goes on.

You also learn how to makethings last and that that 2 for 5 pound pizza deal is beneficial as you will eat the pizza at some point. You also discover that you really ought to have worked harder on that coursework before the holiday.

On the plus side, the drinks are ridiculously cheap and you're suddenly surrounded by a load of people that make it a group obligation to go to the pub. Especially if you join the First Aid society.

I already miss the massive TV and no alarm in the morning, but I do get awesome flatmates and great union nights out. Let's just hope the cleaner doesn't wake me up in the morning. After all, it is my birthday!!!

The Annoyance of TESCO self service

Okay, so I've been heading back to uni today and of course I needed to pick up some essentials.

Naturally, we stopped somewhere on the way back, and so we stopped at our local TESCO before hitting the main road. Just a five minute stop, no unnecessary purchases. Of course, it's never that easy. Things started falling apart from the moment I started to think about heading to the cash desk.

Literally. My coat lost a button and so I also had to pick up a sewing kit (something that was going to cause me so many problems, although I didn't realise it at the time). I then decided, as I only had a few items, to do the self service.

The only way I can describe this process is that it was akin to Dante's Inferno: hellish. First, my fabric conditioner leaked and so I had to get the supervisor to get me a different bottle. Said different bottle then brought up that age old phrase: "unexpected item in bagging area". I started getting stressed.

I managed to scan some more items and then the grapes caused a problem. Apparently they needed authorisation. No, they just needed weighing: then why did they have a barcode on them! Talk about unnecessary packaging and multimillion pound corporations destroying the planet. After that fiasco, I tried to pay for my shopping. I shouldn't have even bothered.

Apparently, my shopping needed security authorisation: damn those scissors in the sewing kit. Finally, when I had been given yet more store approval (the store should have just given me a staff card) I could pay for my items. Uncreasing the note so it wouldn't be rejected and scanning my clubcard, I finally paid for my shopping.

All I can say is, if you have to do food shopping, do it the old fashioned way. Life is so much easier when technology is not involved.

Why I love my job and hate scary films

Okay, so Saturday night, you'd expect that as a student I'd probably be out with my mates in town. Wrong. For several reasons:

There's not really anywhere to go out in my hometown (however uni is a whole different story). My friends are all at unio now anyway. I also have a job at the local chinese takeaway on a Saturday night.

There is no easier way to say it: I love my job! The people (staff and customers) are lovely, the wages are good and the food is divine! I'd recommend that you should hunt this takeaway down as I'm still yet to find a better one for it's cuisine. Perhaps it's because they know the cuisine better than any of us English. The Chinese are just such welcoming, intelligent and friendly people and I'm so lucky to count them amongst my friends and employers.

And so, after work this evening I cam home with a goody bag of chinese food and settled onto the kooshty sofa with a magners, having a drink with my parents. They were watching Rose Red. I'm not going to lie...this is a terribly scary film. Do not watch this film on your own. You want to know the worst thing about scary films? They don't finish when they stop playing in the DVD player.

Your mind starts pondering and you end up at 3am in the morning doing anything to prevent yourself falling asleep in case you have a nightmare (and of course the lights in the entire house STAY ON!)

Whoever decided scaring yourself was a good form of entertainment is an absolute moron. I hate Steven King. Especially his films. I also hate scary film directors.

Sorry film industry, but I value sleep and my mental health far more than your movie ratings.

The Joy of a Controlling Boyfriend... (not even mine)

I've recently discovered that I have the power to be a counselling best friend for when my maties are having relationship issues and feel I should empart this advice to the public domain.

Generally, men are good for three things: money, sex and flowers. You do find the occassional gem who completes you in every way, but this is never certain until you've spent a solid week living with them.

My personal pet hate is possessive boyfriends. They seem to think that the world revolves around them and that we have nothing better to do than twiddle our thumbs and be at their beckon call. As a law student, there is not a hope in hell of that happening and it is more likely for him to be making me dinner after I've worked the 5am-9pm shift at the solicitors office.

The modern woman seems to have been hidden behind sexist jokes and slutty outfits. You would have thought in this, the 21st century, that teenage pregnancies would be virtually nonexistant because women want to have a successful career and not be a man's dogsbody. I'm not saying that this is a bad choice in life, I just feel that with so many options open to women these days it seems a shame to waste them when you can have a child and settle down once you feel you've filled your aspirations.

Possessive boyfriends need to back off and learn that we are independant women who have a life outside them. Trust that we love you, but we love other people too and get bored spending time with just one person. Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.

And so concludes my rant: men should be grateful for us women otherwise they would be stuck with top shelf magazines and toilet roll. So let us include you in our lives, not control us with yours.

Why every girl should have a gay friend

I'm currently getting used to the novelty of a friend's Mac Book and so I shall apologize if this post turns out as a massive failure!

I'm sitting around my best friend's house (amazingly, the first time in five years of friendship) with her madre (and mine) and my best gay friends.

Gay friends supply a knowledge and need that no other person can fulfill, witty and caring, they are blunt enough to tell you when you are committing a complete fashion apocalypse without making you feel worthless.

Homophobic people have got it all wrong. Without my gay friends I could never get a realistic perspective of a boy's mind and thus wouldn't have a successful relationship. Not having a gay friend in your life is like not packing your toothbrush on holiday. You'd spend a week in a foreign place with furry teeth and feeling like a complete mess.

They also supply a wealth of completely useless information, and, in my childhood years, volunteered to play Pokemon in the school playground (as well as games where they 'had' to play a girl!?). And so they are an essential part of your social development, even if it is a bit weird at the time.

They can also give you any advice and plenty of drama to keep you sane as well as entertained for months at a time. You definitely miss them when they're not around as it's like a barren desert of straightness.

Anyways, to the homosexuals! Us girls would be lost without them!

My OCD and why I wouldn't recommend it to a friend

Another random fact for you is that I'm a tad obsessive. This can lead to me doing ridiculous things that cause me problems, usually later in the day.

For example, as I'm at university I've agreed to take on the badge records for my Beaver Scout section, in order to feel as if I'm doing something. This proved to be a bad decision. I have never seen such a lack of organisation in my life, and was up until 2am sorting out the mess.

And so, I'm absolutely shattered today, struggling to type with a massive headacher and am going to join the folks in holiday discussions and alcohol. This I would recommend to a friend.

But, this is just a quick post so to briefly summarise; help your OCD friends. We just love to keep routines together and don't mean to cry when it goes wrong (there lies why I would not recommend it).

To Friendship!!!

Today I've discovered why every girl should have a best friend (of the female variety). Below is my best friend (on the right):

I can guarantee that this girl will always be there for me through thick and thin, even though we no longer go to the same institute for education.

The main reason why everyone should have a best friend is because they just complete a part of you. I've had an amazing catch-up day today and it has made me feel so refreshed and happy.

We solve each others problems and can talk about anything!

If you don't think you have a best friend, you probably do and just haven't taken full advantage of it yet.

This post is just a celebration of friendship and a thank you to my best friend in the world: you're amazing!!!

How to do the splits: the realistic way

As you probably won't know, I was recently involved in a car accident before the start of this blog and just after I started university (you can imagine the inconvenience!) I'd also just started attending the cheerleading squad. Well, after the accident obviously any ideas of jumping, strtching or tumbling were out of the question. But... now that I'm on the mend I can start getting back into training. Which means I have to be able to do the splits.

If you type this subject into youtube you will find 100 different ways to do the splits in two hours. I did try this. It did not work. And the physiotherapist kindly told me I'm hyper mobile and so doing the splits is supposed to be easier for me - also not true.

I'm going to give the most obvious advice IN THE WORLD. Practice makes perfect. Do dance stretches for your legs. Or as one of my friends did; eat your breakfast from a breakfast bar for 3 months with your leg on said breakfast bar. He can still do the splits today:

So yeah - yoga also helps and doing it on a soft surface can convince you to lie to yourself that you've stretched further than you actually have.

To conclude, wish me luck! Hopefully I can post a picture of me in 3 months time able to do the splits in a cheerleader's outfit!

Pessimism in the UK and Baggy Jumpers

So, you'd have to be a complete hermit to not notice the major events happening around the world right now: flooding in Australia, terrorism, immigration issues, the economy and, of course, the weather.
In all honesty I feel it's a bit overrated and would recommend watching Russell Howard's Good News in order that we don't all commit suicide because the world has gone to pieces.
I'm not going to lie, it would be wrong of me to say we aren't all saddened to hear of the events in Queensland, or any other major disaster; be it in war or caused by nature. But in my opinion, rather than newspeople reporting the incident every two minutes on the same channel they could be using the money to broadcast to send aid to these people. I wish these people well in these hard times and only wish that the trouble passes soon.
The threat of terrorism and immigration in the UK appauls me. Since the incidents in London a few years ago we haven't seen an actual attack from a terrorist organisation. And yet we are constantly reminded of the threat of terrorism, even having fundamental rights such as habeus corpus being changed in order to detain 'suspected terrorists'. Immigration to me is overly criticised. I hear people in the street arguing how 'foreigners are taking their jobs'. I am yet to see a person not of British descent fight a British person in the street because they walked into that British person's job saying "this is mine now". In my experience, these people come over in order to gove their families a better shot at life and take the jobs we turm our noses up at, or indeed are better qualified to do.
The economic situation, i'm not going to lie, is getting on my nerves. Student fees are rising, and all we seem to do is riot (...?) and VAT is going up. I feel sorry for those people who have cut back as much as possible and are now suffering at the hands of a Tory government. There has to be an easier solution than cutting back services, jobs and education without raising wages; this current soultion surely can only send us into a downward spiral?
Finally, the weather. We British love to moan about it. The snow was beautiful, but now all the news can do is complain about the potholes it has created. But I supposes we do have a bad share of the weather, especially with the rain and wind.
Hence why i'm such a fan of the baggy jumper. It is my strong belief that every woman should have a jumper that is at least two sizes too big because they're just so warm! Steal your boyfriend's or even your dad's. That's what i did - recycling at it's best. Wear it with a belt and tights or leggings and stay warm until the sun shows for two weeks in summer.

Game Consoles at Dawn

Right, my second post seems to be about to take the shape of an advice column, except not as well worded.
In all honesty, this 'rant' is just to get my brain clear so I wouldn't take it too seriously if you're looking for definitive relationship advice.
Before I start we need to define the two persons in question: one is clearly my boyfriend. We shall define him as the good, shy boy. The other one shall simply be known as the other one for the sake of anonymity.
The question I am aiming to answer: How does a girlfriend cope when he and another boy (who said girlfriend is friends with but not in a lovie dovey way) are completely different in personalities and said boyfriend has decided that other boy is not to his liking?
The dilemma: I want them to get on, the other boy is completely unaware and boiyfriend is completely unwilling to do anyhting about the whole situation. Well, don't mind me while I just stew in the corner while my brain expldes from the whole complexity of the entire issue.
My idealistic solution (this is an aspirational blog..) would be to get boyfriend to talk to other boy and sort the whole mess out and they both go and play on their games consoles as best mates. But you and I know that advice like that is a lot easier to write than actually act out in reality.
My current solution seems to be sit in a corner and mope about how the world's gone to pieces just because my boyfriend doesn't like somebody. This is highly unrealistic and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. It only ends up with a lot of wasted tissues, a wet cardigan and a whole load of crisps being eaten when you're trying to shift the Christmas pounds. It also seems to, in my case, miraculously turn into a publically accessible blog.
It is not my intention to offend. I'm just one of those people who doesn't want any wars and wishes we'd all make daisy chains with our neighbours and sing songs about world peace...hmmm, there's that aspirational bit popping in again.
I think the ideal solution girlies is that we just remain as Switzerland, as they so lovingly put it in Twilight: Eclipse. If your boyfriend wants to stew about another person not being their cup of tea, that's perfectly fine, so long as they don't let it ruin your day, holiday or trip to the zoo. Be the neutral party, but stay out of it. That means don't play carrier pigeon with word of mouth messages from either of the offended parties. What a killjoy.
Anyways, I'm sitting on my bed in a onesie pyjama suit writing this, so you can probably tell I've stayed up too late worrying about the whole petty issue. Sleep is an amazing healer: it makes us feel younger, slimmer and better mentally so it's an ideal cure for any problem. Perhaps that's why we sleep so much these days...too many problems...?

10th January 2001: The First Blog

Okies, so here goes for the first blog. Just top let you guys know this blog is going to be the regular review and tale of the events of my life and the opinions surrounding it (believe me, i have a fair few...). I've been prompted to do this out of some aspirational fixation that maybe people may read this and think...wow, that girl makes so much/ so little sense - I like it. With the regular goings on of my family as well as my friends at uni, it's unsurprising that a lot goes through my head.
Currently my family is conducting a Scout programme meeting whilst I am left to my own devices. They are starting to invade and the cats seem to be showing little interest. At least my boyfriend is showing a mild bit of interest.
Anyways, so blog is going to be: general life story with views on popular culture and news.

Which reminds me to send out all the best wishes to the Congresswoman in the US - hope she makes a speedy recovery and that the event is an eyeopener to US politics. Why can't we all get on? It would be much better if people didn't have a bad side eh...?