Hangover

I'm so hungover! My stomach has been playing havoc with me since 3am, when I finally jumped out of bed cause I felt so nauseous. So I've had a total of about 3 hours sleep and actually don't feel that tired.

It was avery good night out/in. Went to the pub for a few drinks and then decided we may aswell use my big empty house for our teeny tiny party. So we went back, got gradually drunker. Or at least, I got gradually drunker, and played Just Dance. Now, one thing about Just Dance - I'm a fucking pro. 10000 is a usual occurence and apparently alcohol only improved my co-ordination in the dance department. It was hilarious fun, especially watching a fully grown man to the crocodile dance.
Then we moved on to typical studenty thing of playing never have I ever. We all know a lot about one another so this was a challenge to think of something that doesn't include yourself, but hell I was wankered so I didn't care about getting more drunk.

And then we called it a night/morning and went to bed. I actually read until gone one because I was too dizzy to sleep. When I finally got to sleep I had to get up every hour for three hours to pee. So eventually I got sick of it and stayed up. I watched the hoobs in a sort of drunkish blur and then this morning and daybreak and all sorts of shit morning tv. Even old episodes of Batman were on. Holy shooting squad Batman! Then spent the rest of the day watching shitty movies with my bestie while we ate shit. Shit like cheesy cauliflower on it's own and pasta for breakfast. Best hangover company ever.

Songs for the moment

Ultimately there's one song I have on loop which is also extremely apt for my current situation and mad-ass-mood.
Cheatercheaterbestfriendeater - Nevershoutnever
But there are also other songs which encapsulate my life and my feelings about it too. For example -  a lot of my friends hate me now:
I make Enemies - Daniel Knox
Found a new boyfriend and he's a keeper:
You make my dreams - Hall & Oates/ Happy - Nevershoutnever
My friend is in crisis and I'm happy to be there to help raise her mood:
Little bitty pretty one - Thurston Harris
Got the house to myself? Walk about naked feeling like a boss:
Sexy Boy - Air/ I'm too sexy - Right said Fred
Got the house to myself? React to freaky nighttime noises:
Things go bump in the night - allStars (Yeah I break into a dance routine)
Got the house to myself? Copy the hilarious video to this song:
Weapon of Choice - Fatboy Slim
Got the house to myself? Annoy the neighbours with noise!:
Bangarang - Skrillex

What's your life in songs like?

The effect of music

If I'm feeling down I refuse to listen to depressing music. When I'm happy I also refuse to listen to depressing music. Depressing music will only reflect your mood and keep you depressed.
I will listen to angry music if I'm angry, power rocking out definately helps me release some pent up stress. I remember once my housemate underneath me and her boyfriend pissed me off. So lay my bass on the floor, wacked every volume on full and blasted out Korn until my room shook. I also managed to piss of my upper housemate and confuse the people in the kitchen but it was totes worth it.

At the moment I'm listening to Nevershoutnever's early music, which is utterly adorable and the lightest mood possible. There is a song even called happy! It's definately boosting my mood and I want you to feel it too. So slap a smile on your face (pronounce fa-chay) and listen ahoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbVE5Vk3rOg

Being Home

There are many pros and cons to being home.
Pros:
I get to see a new bunch of friends that are too far away at Uni
Theres no tenseness of a houseful of angry girls
I get to see my beloved parents
I get take aways bought for me
I get drinks bought for me
I can visit aunties, uncles and grandparents
I never run out of toothpaste
I can wear different slippers I leave at home
I get to cuddle doggies at my dads house

Cons:
My parents drive me up the walls
I am still treated like a rebellious child
Chores
I am banned from having friends over at all at mums house
I have far less friends at home
I feel like I have to dodge and avoid a large group of people who severely dislike me
I run into people I'd much rather never see in my life again
The food is not my food, the bed not my bed and the house not my house

The last is by far the worse. A lot of the time I feel unwanted in my own houses, like a stranger or a freeloader. As much as I try and make me staying worth it for them - cleaning cielings, walking dogs, washing dishes and clothes - I am still made to feel like a burden. In both houses I have to deal with a less than warm step-parent and this creates ahuge amount of friction. My parents haven to sit in the middle of their snide comments as well as trying their best to defend and protect me. I feel bad that they end up in this position so I say nothing bad about my step parents to them. Meaning that every horrid word I hear from them, every put down and every cold shoulder I must bear in respectful silence. As you probably know, I'm very defensive and somewhat confrontational so this is the biggest and most overwhelming con of being home.
I cannot wait to escape back to somewhere where I am loved equally by every housemate and somewhere I can relax in my own personal space. September cannot come soon enough.

Holidays: Mum's house

So for the first month of the holidays I stayed at mums house. Parts of this was really nice, being able to hang out with mum and my Step dad and see my friend in Barton but there was some bad too. I felt a little bit unwanted at times because Mum and my Step dad would go the pub really often and it seemed like they were trying to escape me and my sis at times. I think we are a little bit much to bear at times but mum seemed to like it when we went with her to the pub, so she could show us off I think. It was nice and now I have to face the same amount of time at my Papi's. We'll see how that goes eh.

Paris

Was Amazing. Quite simply one of the best holidays and few days of my life. Me and the Boyf lay in the grass of the Champs Elysee, dipped our feet in a fountain by the Eiffel Tower and cruised down the Seine together. It was blazing hot so I tanned like mad and we hadto dodge the sun at times by lying in the shade of every park. We sat in countless cafes outside just enjoying the sun with an ice cold drink and had dinners all over paris. I saw absolutely every monument available in Paris thanks to our dedicated walking and a tourbus that was a godsend to our sore feet. It was so absolutely worth it and it was good to see him at least once these holidays.
Perfect.

Review: Fifty Shades of Grey

FUCK THE CRITICS
That book just blew my mind. I was expecting one ending, and was served something utterly and beautifully different and daring. Of everything, this book is daring.

It's style of writing annoys me (she says an exclamatory phrase such as "oh boy" or "good god" every sentence and refers to her inner goddess and subconscious every second, and the phrase fifty shades is used about 50 times in the book) but, it was a good read. It's dirty, gripping and has done something new. I am actually a little mindblown at the ending. No wonder there are sequels!

Read it. Join the Fifty Shades revolution!

Review: Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time is a tv series produced by HBO that centres around the idea that the traditional fairytale characters are real and lived in a parallel world however they were all sent here by a curse. Problem is, nobody knows they're fairytale characters and only one person (Snow Whites daughter, who is unaware of her fate) can bring back the happy endings.

The plot sounds twee enough but it actually works out brilliantly. Even if our world was taken out of it, I would enjoy just watching the modern takes on the traditional stories. For example my favourite character, Rumplestiltskin was once just a proud father trying to protect his boy, but seduced by power, ends up endangering him and alas - losing him. He also doubles as the Beast in the beauty and the beast story, falling in love only to push her away with his snide cynicism and brutality. Played by Robert Carlyle he is truely what make the whole series really worth watching. It may not be for everyone as it's heavy on the romance and magic but overall it's quite enthralling. Each episode is an epic cliffhanger, sucking you into the narrative until you fully believe in the fate of these poor fairytale people.

I really liked it although I wasn't pleased with the end. They've done some tweaking so that they can leave it open for a second series and it makes the end a little confusing and dissapointing. After all that commotion, you kind of expect a happily ever after.


(Note: I'm reading the highly hyped 50 shades of grey at the moment and will be giving my take on it as soon as I'm done. Very excited.)

Holidays: Week One

In numbers:
4 Books
3 Pounds Weight Loss
20 Episodes of Once Upon a Time
7 Days Having Played Sims
5 Hours on Left For Dead 2
1 Outing with a Friend

So basically, I've not really been doing anything. As you know, I've watched a lot of cake programs (too many to actually count), done a lot of simming and been watching excessive amounts of Once Upon a Time. That's a really good show. Really girly though, all about finding your true love and magic. A guy could like it but only if he was particularly love-sick.
I know what you're thinking though. 20 episodes, you must be near the end! Then what? Well, readers, I'll be watching Game of Thrones. Lots more sex and fighting I think, far more manly after all these capes and love crusades. Excellent.

Okay, so the anomaly is the outing with a friend. I'll tell ya'll bout that now. I went out with a friend from my old school, where he still is being two years younger. We went for a walk around the village, around the pocket park which is this beautiful place near me. I didn't realise how much I adored it until I was showing him around and he was really amazed by all the little nooks and crannies. We waded in the river, half-heartedly climbed one of my trees, stood on the bridge as trains went underneath and in a true English fashion, got caught in the rain. During this time he opened up to me about liking me, lots. See now this is sweet but it also made it awkward and kind of put me off kilter. I don't relish this happening. I'd rather guys be my friend, and only my friend. So, he just kept saying how unique I was and how gorgeous I look. Which was just, blah. I didn't want it. But even so we had a lovely day out.

Something odd just happened. Because I was looking for pocket park pictures I stumbled across a volunteering site and you could call this woman to help out. So I just called her but she's on the phone. Then a clunk at the front door -  a leaflet for the Pocket Park's annual duck race and volunteers appreciated. How spooky! Ooo! I'll let you know if I get to help out, brilliant.

Cake

I spend an excessive amount of time in my day, watching cakes, thinking about cakes and dreaming about cakes. I think about little cupcakes with glitter on, giant cupcakes, topsy turvy stacked cakes, wedding cakes, sculpted cakes, cake pops, birthday cakes, chocolate cakes, vanilla sponge cakes, layer cakes and every possible type of icing imaginable.
I don't know what has cause this fanatic obsession with watching cake programs but there I am every day watching Choccywoccydoodah, Ace of Cakes, Cake Boss and Charly's Cake Angels. It takes up hours of my day but I don't feel as if it's wasted. I could sit and watch a cake take shape all day. I'd love to try my hand at the skill but just feel as if I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to shove it in my face and devour it whole.
 Would that be so bad? For my figure yes, but for my happiness - never better.

The Sims and Me

The one thing that has been constant since I was around 6 years old is my fascination with the Sims. The game is a simple sandbox, controlling peoples lives. You control their happiness, their misery, their love lives and reaching their dreams. At first I was a little sadistic, I'd create prisons and make them carve knomes until the whole lot was filled. Or I'd create a desert island, completely cut off from the world and see how they survived. And then my obsession switched to idol daydreaming, a form of release. I would create the people around me and if I disliked them, they'd not be allowed kids or money and if I liked them, fame and fortune was given to them. If I fancied them, well my sim and theirs would conviniently fall in love and live happily ever after.
Nowadays, although supposedly too old for games, I still play. Currently I like making their dreams a reality, creating the most powerful family which can withstand every pressure, challenge and misfortune.

I have to wonder as to what this says about my maturing. Was I once fascinated by the power over others, and then moved to realise that you must create your own power? Was I once sadistic and now generous? Or perhaps have I just always loved exploring every possibility of this magical game?

Ah who cares, now....back to the Bordeaux and their bourgoise takeover of the town.. Mwahaha