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London. I was there today. You would think England being such a mini country and me being like, an hour from London via train I would be there ALL THE TIME. Sorry to disappoint but really, no. I mean I go like three times a year and I always really love it but always come back feeling really dirty. Bleh. Also the lack of eye contact I find really unnerving. I'm looking up and I swear every person I see is staring at the ground. How do they know where they're going? How do they not get run over? It's bizarre. Also everyone is rushing. Power walking from shop to shop. Whoooosh. People are often trying to overtake me like I'm holding them up or something. Then they shoot me the stink eye and I just sort of crouch down and feel bad for holding up these important people in there important suits with their important looking briefcases. Don't think I'm being silly. In those briefcases there is probably the answer and solution as to why England is in so much debt. The solution is probably to go to America with our tail between our legs and be like, "Oh no, whoops! We spent that money that you gave us. If you give us some more then we'll be a really good island again. Promise."

Anyway London. I brought some really nice girly things with my Christmas money which is almost all gone now. Also I failed at buying shoes because whenever I try to look for shoes I end up feeling pretty miserable for two reasons;
 1) you're feet are so small they don't stock shoes for you (size 3)
2) I will never, ever, ever be able to wear high heels. No matter how much I try they are two uncomfortable and they give me blisters and I wobble around. Which sucks because at the dainty height of 5'1 I really need all the height advantages I can get. At school I can't see over the heads of my friends. It's embarrassing. They all point out I'm short like it's some failure on my part. I couldn't help it! Jeez. Blame the genes guys. Blame those crazy short genes.

BY THE WAY; if you're reading this thinking- hey! This blogger could be alright but why does her design suck so bad? It's not my fault! I don't know how to make it good with a brilliant banner. Please help me with a solution that doesn't cost a lot/ anything. I know- what a cheapskate but did you not just hear? I was in LONDON today. That place is e.x.p.e.n.s.i.v.e (and I mean business with those full stops. Look at them. Oooh yeah.You feel it.)

Another BY THE WAY (I'm not very good with linking paragraphs together); I'm thinking of going to university in America and looking at the Ivy League. Any tips? What's the real story with those crazy Ivies anyway? Are they really as perfect as they seem? I just can't really believe that anywhere could be that good.

Sorry this was such a random post. I was supposed to stick to London but I got derailed. To fit it all in nicely and go full circle I will leave you with this little golden nugget of information. Everyone in London hates those red double decker buses. They suck. Americans, sorry if I ruined a fantasy there.

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So guys. It's Twilight time.
I want to hate Twilight. I want to hate all of them so much. It feels really adult to hate the Twilight books. Maybe it's a process that one day will happen to me. I mean I know they're ridiculously written. The story has an insane amount of potholes. Edward is a controlling boyfriend and yes Bella is probably as bland as a piece of white ready sliced bread. But I can't help it! Twilight books are *made* for my age group. I am a 14 year old girl and Twilight was written to just make me happy. To get inside all my crazy hormones and just manipulate me into falling in love with Edward Cullen or Jacob Black. To make me go into full out war mode for my particular side.

Thankfully my brain has not been that warped by Edward's old fashioned good looks. Or Jacob Black's honesty, muscles and frankness. I mean I used to be completely in Jacob's spell. But now..meh.

I mean Twilight is dumb. DUMB. But I can't say I don't enjoy it. Because if I did I would be lieing. I watch the films, I read the books and I've read the fan fiction. But I do have one pet peeve with Twilight, A BIG PET PEEVE.

Bella Swan.

I can see why the girls love Edward and Jacob. Oh man can I see it. BUT HOW, HOW can anyone like this girl? She's clumsy? Oh right, now that is a fault and a half! She feels bad after she does something like kiss a werewolf when she has a vampire fiancee. But all those little annoying things she does. Like she gets married early so she can have sex. Is that why she does it? Is it? It's so revolting. "I want to have sex as a human...I guess I'll marry you... Even though I don't want to." What kind of message is this sending to girls like me?

Oh gosh, and the fact and the fact that she's one of those plain/hot girls. It's like in "Pride and Prejudice" where in the books Lizzie is described as plain-ish. Or at least not the prettiest sister. And then in the films she's gorgeous! What's up with that?! But at least Lizzie is the same all the way throughout the book. In Twilight, Bella's plain but everyone is in love with her. It's soo frustrating. Because she doesn't have a larger than life personality. She's not witty. I just...have such a problem with it and I think everyone else does too. Even the biggest Twilight fan has to admit to that.

So those are my Twilight views. Do you love/hate twilight? Are you Team Edward or Team Jacob? Does Bella have some redeeming qualities which I've missed? What would you like to hear from me next time?

XOXO (please love me.)

SO I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

Did I get you? I did didn't I? Oh blog readers- those who have been fooled should realise I never, ever have anything interesting to say. I could tell you guys a whole lot about my homework. Have I spoken about homework before in my blog..? Oh- okay. Yeah. I think I have. Wanna talk about it again? No? Okay then. Harsh answer but whatever. I mean there were two essays...It could be quite interesting.? What about hair conditioner? We could chat about it? It's ...no? Okay.

So anyway, I have a Sunday feeling. A Sunday feeling that we all get, especially when we're in compulsory education where Mondays are a day of dread. Not because school is awful. Because Mondays are the start or the week. And then I have to start counting all the way down to Friday again. Which is a longer process than one usually imagines. I mean counting to five is never more difficult than during the week.

I went round a friends this week and we played Just Dance 3. I am so bad. I always told people I was really bad but secretly thought I was pretty good. Oh no. It just turns out I really suck. I mean I can't move my hands and legs at the same time.

By the way, my next blog post is going to be about Twilight. Yeah, does anyone ever remember that book? I know it was a while ago but my blog is still a twilight virgin- and I really think we should just get it over and done with.*



XOXO (you know you wuuuuv me)

*this is about twilight. not about any real kind of intercourse. don't get it "over and done with." But also I'm 14. Don't take my advice about that stuff. Since I have none. I feel awkward just typing that. Eww.

Being a bad blogger is bad :(

RE-WRITE AAAH!

I've tried writing this already and it's proving impossible because I've realised my life in fact isn't very interesting. I spend my life working, drinking hot chocolate and hurting my bottom while playing Xbox Kinect (it's still really sore.) 

It's my birthday soon as well (12th February, ooh Aquarius yeeah..) and I don't know what I want/ It's way too close to Christmas to have even a vague idea of anymore gifts that I could or might want. Any gift ideas? I could really use them, right now.

 I am turning fifteen though, which means that I have found myself listening to Taylor Sift Fifteen a lot trying to relate it to me in every way possible. I'm sort of failing at the moment because she's just talking about boys.

Another thing I've noticed about myself is that I walk around with my mouth OPEN. What is that about? I caught myself in the mirror! I can't believe it's taken me fifteen years to figure it out and no-one even told me! It's so unattractive and I look so gormless. Like I have no interesting ideas in my whole brain. I'm trying to train myself out of it but..ugh. Gross. Why did no-one tell me? Jeez, can't trust anyone these days.

Also I finished season 1 Gossip Girl. Dan and Selena breaking up has probably got to be the lowest moment of my 2012 which I suppose is a good thing when I think about it. Since they're fictional etc. STILL. And did anyone watch 90210? I was so angry. Liam and that widow are just WRONG. Annie and Liam. Annie and Liam. Annie and Liam. 

Now I need to go and do some Maths prep. It's not as easy as I assumed percentages would be. YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO *

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Making conversation

Over the last few days we've had some friends of parents over. They were all together at university and they had come down to our house. They have two daughters, one a little older than me and one a little younger than me. This didn't make me panic or anything because I really like meeting new people but one thing I'm really bad at is conversation. I know that sounds really weird for someone who isn't that shy- but I'm not a great conversationalist. I prefer to be in a big group and listen to a conversation and then add in bits and pieces. If I'm really excited about what we're talking about or I've known the people for years making conversation is easy but I usually get to know people in large groups.

Anyway- I was a little nervous about what we were going to talk about. These two girls hopped out the car and for awhile the whole two families spoke together. I was trying to add in the conversation as much as I could without being rude and taking over. So when I spoke to them on my own I thought I was going to dry up, since I didn't know them. Thankfully they were both lovely, nice girls and in the end talking to them was quite easy and the conversation flowed quite well. We also spent a bit of time with the adults etc and in the end all was great and fine and we had a really nice time. This did get me to wondering though who else is a bad conversationalist. I think, even if you're outgoing etc you can still be a bad conversationalist. I find that people like me can always start a conversation with most people, that doesn't faze me at all- it's keeping a conversation going that I find the most difficult. Does anyone have this problem? Did anyone have this problem and overcome it in some way? It would be great to know your ideas on this.

So- tomorrow I'm off into town with three of my best friends which is going to be great fun. Also one of these friends I'm hopefully starting a new exciting project with sometime in 2012 which I'll let you know more about once we've sorted out a few more details.

Steoreotypical mood swinging girl

The sleepover was good! 90210 was brilliant- so dramatic. Liam and Annie :( caused such a big debate between the four girls. Anyway we went to bed at 1.30 which isn't that late, but the next day I felt so tired. I was put into a better mood when I was the champion of Cluedo. He did it with poison by the way. In the guest house. When my friends left though- I was in the worst mood ever. Is there anything to explain this? I was fine and then just rubbish. I did watch six hours of Gossip Girl but even the world of the New York elite didn't cheer up. I spoke to my best friend on facebook and that did cheer me up, but made me miss her like crazy. So with no explinations I went off to bed dreaming of Penn Badgley.

Now if you live in England near East Anglia you know what I know. You know that these winds are getting craaazy. I mean, seriously, there I am- two in the morning, already in a pretty bad mood, with these winds just taunting me about how it is impossible to sleep. And all though I would like to blame my lack of sleep last night on Mother Nature I do have to remind myself that I did in fact drink about four cans of caffeine full coca cola yesterday. See this is what experimenting with fizzy drinks instead of hot chocolate does to you.

So I woke up this morning in a less than chipper mood. I watched Gilmore Girls and I should have left it there and just gone and got ready for my day. But oh no, I was drawn into Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Since when is this in England? On freeview? Anyway that show is amazingly addictive and probably made me cry more than when Charlotte died in Charlotte's Web. Happy tears of course. When that family got their new house I was seriously blubbing. Which is weird because I'm not actually much of a cryer in real life. I mean I cry loads at TV shows and films but things that happen to me and in real life I don't cry that much. Weird.

So this morning hasn't been very productive but I did wash my hair. I was feeling so better that I conditioned my hair which I haven't ever done before! I don't know why people are so surprised when they find out I don't condition my hair. They look at me really weird and then start staring my hair like I'm going to grown a nit colony in there and just spread them throughout the world. But hey, I mean, conditioning my hair did completely ruin my shower. That extra minute made my shower go cold and I had to wash myself in double extra time! See! I was right about it all along. Do you condition your hair religiously? Does it actually do anything? Try to prove me wrong in the comments.

So actually I'm feeling pretty good now. I've learnt a few things. Less coca-cola. Less Extreme Makeover. About the same amount of Gossip Girl. MORE BEST FRIEND. What little things get you down? What little things make you feel a little better? Let me know!

The ramblings are getting fuzzier

I have done nothing today. And I mean nothing. Nada. I mean I revised some French, (which by the way if any of you speak really good french it would be totally helpful if you could tell if this "je suis faible en les maths et la chimie pace qu'elles sont pénibles," makes any sense. Thanks!) but apart from that nothing.  I finished my story for the Less than Three project hayleyghoover and italktosnakes are habing but it was completely awful so I'm going to do a second one. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I am actually doing something. In the UK it is the return of the world famous and loved 90210 and I'm not ashamed to say I love it. And I'm having a sleepover with three of my friends to mark it's beautiful return. Do you watch 90210? Will you be watching it tomorrow? Anyway I have a ton of snacks and hopefully it's just gonna be really good fun with my friends having a cosy night in. I'm not very good with big nights out and would much prefer a cosy night in watching 90210 or a 90's teen flick. Seriously the 90's was the age of teen flicks. I'm addicted. Think, Never Been Kissed, 10 things I hate about you and First Daughter. I love them all- the new ones just aren't quite as good though I do love John Tucker must die and I have a soft spot Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Anyway tomorrow night I'm going to spend it watching 90210 and playing Just Dance 3.

So not much is going on with me. I return to school on the 9th which is way too early in my humble opinion, but unlike most people I don't completely dread it. I'm not saying it's my favourite time of the year- but it is a chance to see my friends and get back into a structure that I really like. I've been at one school for all my life and going there is pretty much like a really safe place that I know really well. It's pretty much a comfort zone for me. Apart from in a maths classroom. Or physics. Or chemistry. But ya know, those subjects suck. I mean I see their importance in soceity and what have you but I can't seem to be intrigued by atoms and if I ever am I promise to get rid of owl door stopper called Winston. He's amazing.

Also I can't remember if I mentioned Anna and the French Kiss or Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins in  my last entry. Now I'm not  being paid to say this but I think you should start 2012 by reading them. I'm confident they won't let you down. Also if anyone has any other 90's/80's teen flicks that you think I should see please leave a comment! It would make my year and also I could let you know if I like it in the next blog.

I promise to let you know how the party goes (and the french revision) and how many tubs of Fish Food ice cream we eat. It's gonna be a good January and hopefully a good 2012. Bring on the Olympics! (please touch some wood. Seriously, I'm superstitious.)