As you may have noticed...

I have been posting my old diary entries.
Those that are up there already were from the very beginning of my diary names Belle. I started her on 25th Dec 08 and Ended on 25th Aug 09. So, looking at what was in it, it was a short amount of time. It's a thick diary so I don't know if I'll keep up posting every single one. I may read through and start picking out funny or interesting ones.
Also you may have noticed I don't use names. I use initials and like references bu I don't want to use names. Mainly because sometimes there are negative comments about them but also just in case they suddenly approach me eyes blazing saying they didn't want to be named. And you people reading it may actually know who I'm talking about and tell them or something, which wouldn't be nice. Really.

So enjoy the entries, give feedback, those are just the jist of what my diary sounds like. Pretty boring reading really. Comment to say if you want them to continue. ^^

3,4,5th Jan 09 - Diary

Dear Belle,

Happy new year!
Welcome to 2009.

New year. New resolutions and stuff. I was with boyf for New Years day bells. It was magical. We kissed at the bells and fireworks went off. I'll never forget it. x

Magical.

Dear Belle, Just went to see the movie Australia. Very good! directed by Baz Luhrman who directed Moulin Rouge. So yeah he is a born genius.

Dear Belle, Had a mini tiff with J (Supposed to be bessy girl mate) Well not really. I just got upset that we weren't as close anymore.
My hierarchy goes
Boyf
J. L and A. P
C.L, B.R, H.P and M.M

Hers goes
J.A
L.?, A.A, M.M
H. P and B.R
Me.

You can see why I got upset. We watched Hotel Rwanda in school. It's about a massacre in Africe. I thought about boyf and what he had witnessed. Got pretty emotional. I never really realised what he went through but now I understand.
Ciao. xxx
P.s School was boring as ever.

28&29 Dec 08

Dear Belle, I'm very happy and nervous today! Boyf has said that I could join his family celebrations for new years. That means that mum can go out with Step-dad and Sister can go out to her party without having to worry about me! <3

Dear Belle, I'm worried like mad about this new year thing. I don't want to miss all my crazy family traditions and spend it with some strange family! It's going to be insanely weird not having all my crazy family traditions.
I wasn't cordially invited, I had to sort of ask to come and intrude on their plans, now it's turned out that they had invited boyf and his sis to dinner and they're having to change their plans to include me, so now I really feel like I'm intruding. I recently went through my old diaries and letters, organising them into order or catagories and stuff. It's nice to look at old stuff, remember who you are.

It's weird how boyf and ex-boyf letters have the same feeling of desperate devotion. Hmm. Maybe I have that effect on guys.

27th Dec 08 - Diary

Dear Black Book, I am so going to have to think of a more creative name for you. How does Alana sound? Too fancy to write perhaps.
Faith? That sounds a bit preachy.
Belle, it's pretty. Doesn't look too bad when I write it.
Confirmed with P.H (A good male friend) Belle it is.

So Belle. Oh my hands smell gorgeous. Flower by Kenzo. Very Floral. Today I spent mainly chilling around the house getting used to my bedroom. I miss the boyf no end. Texted him. He hasn't replied yet, which usually means that he won't. D: Had a really nice long conversation with P.H about various things and decided I'm gonna go round his on monday. That should cure my boredom at least for a few hours. I'll wearing something teasing to make it funny. Actually no. I'll behave. Be Good!

26th December 08 - Diary

Dear Black book, boxing day with the family plus Luke went well. The only thing that worries me is mum's special attention to almost every move I make. I kept reading a magazine when he went to play on the wii and apparently that was enough to cause suspicion. She was asing if me and the boyf were okay and she's figured out that he's more into me than vice versa. Which is true.
All in all it did go pretty well. Everyone likes the boyf although step-dad called him 'pompous'. Cousin's boyfriend got called 'chavvy' though and I think pompous isn't as bad.
Have a headache
Goodnight.
xx
(Oh and it's not that I don't love him, I just know he likes me more, as he is not quite as accepting of a distant future break-up.)

25th December 2008 - Diary

Dear Black Book, Today is Christmas day as you probably guessed. I am a sixteen year old girl with a heap of apparent 'troubles' and 'teen dramas'. My boyfriend is sweet and somewhat overly caring. He loves me and sometimes I doubt I love him, but I'm pretty sure I do the rest of the time (kind a big statement for the first stage)((Woops I meant page...))
Anyways, the past few days were mainly spent with Luke, my dad and my sister. Today, woke up at dads, got a new phone and other presents and then midday went back to mums house for more presents including straighteners and a digital photo frame. Masses of chocolate of course. :D Tommorow we're heading over to my aunts house and the boyfs meeting the family. Le gasp.
He's crapping himself of course. Mega Lol.

True Blood

I am obsessed.
Vampires that are more badass that Twilight and (debatably) hotter.
More blood, gore and totally way more sex.
Ongoing series that you can totally get into.

True Blood. 10pm on Channel 4.
Get obsessed!

Neighbours, Everybody needs good neighbours!

Basically I am getting really wound up by the next door neighbours!
They have the yappiest dog ever! When I was off school, they would leave the house and the dog would bark for about 3 hours non-stop. I always hoped it was barking cause someone was KICKING IT! Of course it never was but I could hope.

When I was a kid I lived in a grove, everybody knew everybody (almost) and most of the families there had young kids. I loved my neighbours. In that same grove, now there is a dodgy bike dealer where the girl who liked to dance used to live. There is a drug addict two doors down who looks so thin he's going to break.

So yeah. Whatever happened to the world? Good neighbourly fun? Parties in the street? Welcoming new neighbours with a basket of cheese and wine? I miss the good old day and that street party we had for the Queens Jubilee.

My Fans

I might have mentioned before, I forget, that I collect fans. Above is a picture of my collection of 23 foreign, old, colourful and wonderful fans.
It started out with the first fan I got, number 23, from Cyprus. I went on hoiday and got it purely because I was really hot. It broke so I bought another one and then in every place I visited I wanted a souvenir and a fan was ideal.

Number 2 is my smallest fan, it's around about half the size of a regular one and is adorable!
Number 3 is the largest I have and I can only just grab each end with my arms outstretched, possibly this is one of my favourites purely because of the size.
Number 4 and 5 are the oldest at over 40 years old! They were given to me by my boyfriends grandparents who got them from Spain ages ago.
Number 6 is brilliant! From Thailand, this turns into a hat when pulled fully open. When only half open, it's a fan. Woohoo!
Number 7 was a gift when my mum went on holiday to somewhere, can't remember. I am a scorpio and I love mythical things, I have a greek god on one of my shelves so I love this one.
Number 8 was the second fan I bought, also from cyprus.
Number 9 is from Spain, bought on a holiday that was cut short when a disaster occured and one of my relatives was viciously attacked and close to passing away.
Number 10 is from Kettering, a town close to my little village. The woman had labelled everything as "Lovely" so this lovely fan always makes me smile.
Number 11 I have no idea where it came from. It's a mystery to me.
Number 12 as it says on the fan itself, from Ibiza. I loved that holiday, with my sister, dad, uncle and cousin. We just chilled all week.
Number 13 is also a mystery, I have the feeling my mum got me it from her holiday but I am still puzzled as to where she goes on holiday.
Number 14 a gift from a friend who went to Spain. Love the colour.
Number 15 Might be from Gibraltar, I know I bought a fan there I just can't remember which one. I think it's this one.
Number 16 is actually really interesting. It doesn't open to have a flat bottom, just to a V and is a great vivid colour. It's from Vigo which I totally loved, my favourite place.
Number 17 is my absolute favourite. This is from Barcelona and I even bartered for it.
Number 18 actually sits on a stand in my room next to my two parasols. It looks foreign but actually it's from Skegness, my childhood holiday love. I adore it.
Number 19 I bought this purely so I could have a fan to say that I've been to Lisbon. I then looked up what Caras meant and it apparently means "Guys".
Number 20 first fan I bought on my cruise, from Malaga. I just love it, it's so bright and shouty!
Number 21 my mum got me from Lanzerotti, I only remember that because it's a strange name for a country, or whatever it is.
Number 22 is from Livorno, that was a boring day. It was a Sunday and the whole town was asleep.
And of course number 23 is from Cyprus and is what sparked this whole obsession!

Vote for your favourite or just comment on how boring this might have been. XD

My Day - Episode Two

Well. Today I woke up round my boyfriend's house. (I love being able to say that!)
He's so adorable when he sleeps. He's finally realised I can't sleep with him touching me in any way, like even toes touching my leg, so I got a really good nights sleep. He told me apparently I sleep weird. I don't really snore, I just have heavy breathing that borders on snore and sometimes I stop breathing momentarily and I seem a bit... you know... dead.
Then we had a nice morning hug/tousle. You know when you start hugging then you realise your in a prime position to make your feet tickle theirs and they can't move? No? Perhaps it's just an us thing.
Got up and showered eventually. Had my first breakfast of frosties, bleurgh. Then we went to my house. Trying to scooter on the side of a bike whilst holding a ukelele is more difficult than you'd think! Got to my dads house, had second breakfast. Lay down watching tevo, realised I was bored shitless. Like actually bored out of my MIND!

So we played Payday. It's like a kids version of monopoly that moves really fast and instead of moving around streets on a board, you move around days on a calender. It's more fun than monopoly. Boyf won, surprise.

Dad came home. Had my suitcase packed and I am HOOOMEEE!
Aka, back at my mums house where I spend the majority of my time, and can chill out muuucch easier. Bring on the nail painting and scented candles. My room smells crazey when I'm chillaxing.

So yes. Now I am back at my house, mum's house. Just being in my room. I should be unpacking really but hey, what's more important?... Yeah. Unpacking. I'll get to that.

I think I may have to take pictures of my room to give you a tour in a blog sometime. Yeah, that's a good idea.

Good Morning!

Well I was going to post to say that I was waiting for my boyfriend, but my computer is ancient and by the time I actually got here he had already come in and now he's behind me.

I forgot what I was going to say. Oh yeah! Freaky things I do. Well I don't think they are freaky; actually I'd say they were my little quirks.

For one thing, breakfast is always strange. I like to have warm food for breakfast so that's crap like yogurt and cereal out the window. I also like something filling so stuff like toast is gone too. This morning I had a reasonably normal breakfast, a bagel. Yum. But yesterday I had a bowl of rice and the day before I had noodles and salami. Yummy!

Other things are stuff like warming my feet with my hair dryer when I'm cold. I don't think that's weird. It works. ^^

Humm, what other things do I do? I eat the inside of my cheeks. I hang upside down after a long day walking.

Not to mention breaking out in song whenever someone mentions a word related to a song. Like "Whenever" Makes me sing Shakira. "Whenever! Wherever!"

Anyways, boyf is distracting me. So ciao! Have a nice day y'all.

My Day

I have had a lovely day. Woke up thinking I was going to my boyfriends house for some romping and playing on various consoles, but no: my fate was different today.

Decided to stay home and spend some time with my Dad. We went shopping to ASDA and he told some funny stories about the ridiculous coffee servers at his college. Then we came home, he fixed my computer chair, he fixed the bike, he fixed the freezer and I thought my dad was useless. Ha.

Then I was all set for getting dinner together and settling down to a movie for the night when Dad goes to his usual routine of online gaming with his Swedish buddy. Bummer.

Parents alawys complain about their kids never spending time with them and being so involved in their own lives they barely notice the world passing by. Really, all adults are big kids too, and every adult is a child ignoring the world.

Still, I watched a movie including sex scenes with both Ewan McGregor AND Hugh Jackman. Lucky me.

Autumn

Things I love about autumn are the beautiful colours and the crunch of leaves underneath my feet when I walk. Kicking up piles of leaves and watching them flutter to the ground. The fact it isn't cold, but it's not exactly warm. The fresh mornings, dewy grass. Rosy cheeks. Children wrapped up in so many layers they waddle. Scarves and gloves, hats with pompoms. Bonfire night. Fireworks. My Birthday. Sparklers. Fireplaces finally having a use. Radiators warming up while you lean against them. Warm winter puddings like hot chocolate fudge cake, but still having ice creams. The buzz of coming holidays, Christmas and Halloween. Constantly having a fluffy blanket with me, especially when curling up to watch a movie. Plus I love slippers being acceptable again.

Things I hate about autumn. The coming of winter. Having perpetually cold fingers. Runny noses. Cold rain. Wet leaves stuck to windows. When it's so windy it's like a twister. Having to wear a huge coat after planning my outfit so carefully. Early dark. Late light. Having less time. Getting frizzy dry hair. But mostly I hate the cold.

Overall. I love Autumn. I think that I will always link it to my childhood where we'd rake leaves into piles, pretend we were birds and they were our nests or throw them in the air and try to catch as many as possible. Autumn is my season, the best season.

Something Epic Happened!

Surprise surprise I actually have something interesting to tell you.

My mother changed her mind. Oh, you heard me right, she changed her mind. Epic.

So the full story. I have been dating my boyfriend since I was fifteen and us being totally in-lurve we started getting jiggy a while after we had got together. My mother found out about this through my dad, who accidentily almost barged in on us. Not fun.
The parents are separated and have been since I was eight. In fact I really should have mentioned this earlier. I will do a quick family run down.

Mum and Dad, both nuts, dad's the soft one, obsessed with dvds and online gaming into the early hours. Mum is the protective one, rightly so. They split when I was around 8 years old, the day before my older sister's tenth birthday. Ouch or what. Anyways, they had split up. Mum found her partner and he moved in with us when I was nine and living with mum and sis. Dad was living alone until recently when he found his partner. She is really nice, we have the same taste in movies and have a laugh. Sis basically lives in her room all the time, hunced over her laptop, computer, psp or a sketchbook. Art obsessive. She's eighteen at the moment. I turn seventeen next month.

Back to the story. I was with the boyf in my room and Dad tried to throw open the door but I managed to tell him not and we then h ad to go downstairs and break the news. He was not best pleased and immediately rang mum and told her. From then on,many rules stood in place. As the parents have begun to accept that the boyf is here to stay, the rules have changed slightly. Instead of not being allowed upstairs together, we are allowed in my room but with the door open. Wow.
One rule looked like it would never budge and that was that I was not allowed to stay round the bofs house and vice versa. However, shock horror, this has changed. Mum had come in once after having a bit of drink and I felt a little brave and decided to get her point of view and put my own across. Despite foaming at the mouth and the partner feeling so awkward he kept changing the subject to Pizza, mum agreed to think about it.
Lo and behold next morning I spoke to mum and she said that I was allowed to stay round the boyfs house.
Hallelujah!

So. Take Two.

Well hello. I know really this post should be first, but I did an introductory post before the other but didn't like it and deleted it in the end.
Take Two!

Hello. I'm Belle. At least, here I'm Belle. I do have a different name, but I prefer to be somebody different online. Gives me the opportunity to be something more than what I am. Big ideas for a little person.

I may post some diary entries on from previous diaries that are particularly interesting. You never know. Ciao.

Diaries

I have been keeping a diary erratically for years, ever since I was seven years old. I started keeping almost a constant diary since I was twelve. I don't like writing "Dear Diary" so I decided it would be appropriate to name my diaries depending on what they looked like and what I felt like. For example I had a plain reporters jotter and I felt the need to be anonymous so that diary was named "John Doe." My current diary is called "Lily" because I feel soft and sweet, aswell we the diary having dragonflies on which love lilypads. Sort of appropriate.

I'll probably use this blog as my online diary. I always wanted to publish my diaries online anonymously. Now I can.