tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46225935092421889962024-03-05T09:21:11.392+00:00The Content NotebookJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-16246811196883887522020-07-02T11:13:00.002+01:002020-07-02T11:30:35.265+01:00A Happy ReturnWow.<br /><br />I can't believe that I am back to writing on here again! <br /><br />I started this blog must be over 10 years ago if not more on Blogger.<br /><br />I had been on and off blogging ever since. Then Blogger shut down for years and I had to traipse my way over to Wordpress which is fine, but I am saving that for a home blog now. <div><br /></div><div>I Googled top free blogging sites and my goodness I couldn't believe it when Blogger appeared on the list! </div><div>I am so pleased it has returned. It is so easy and simple to use! </div><div><br /></div><div>*Huuuge disclaimer*<br />Some of these thoughts may ring true for some people, some may seem close to real life and some may seem like digs at people. Please, please please, it is not a dig. This is a space for me to air my thoughts that I have all the time, that I daren't air to my friends/family as I don't want to rock the boat or come across as an enemy. If it does seem like I am talking about you - it is not a dig. It is not a belittling of your life. It is me writing down my thoughts and justifying why I think them. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, the reason why I am back, for now, is that I need a space to write down all my innermost thoughts and feelings about life and friends and work and all that jazz.</div><div>And, I don't think anyone I know currently knows about this blog.<br /><br />I love journalling and writing and I loooove stationary and notebooks - I have so many! <br />So why am I journalling online, for all to see? Well, I remember reading someone's blog once where they said that they prefer to journal in the online world because knowing that someone may read it boosts their drive to journal and write a little more! <br /></div><div><br /></div>What prompted me to start writing now?<br /><br />Well, I have a constant conflict in my head. <br />Ever since school, every friendship group I have been in, I have always been the most boring one. The one where I have no drama, no exciting things going on in my life, no real opinions that I bring to the table (none that I would ever share with anyone because my opinions aren't those that are "on trend" at the moment). <br />I have coasted through life, working hard and playing the game in the rat race so that I could emulate the life my parents have and gave me. <div>And, fortunately, it worked.</div><div>I now have my dream life. I have a dream (ish lol) husband, a dream dog, and a house that is wonderful. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now, because of it, once again I am the odd one out. Because of where I am, I feel like my values and opinions are even more not valid or valued or worth anything because I haven't had to go through hardship or anything so "what do I know".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And I hate that. Like, you think that just because I am where I am today, doesn't make my opinions or anything any less valid than yours?</div><div>It sucks.</div><div><br /></div><div>But of course - I could be entirely wrong and this could all be in my head! But you know sometimes you can just feel and see in between the lines sometimes?</div><div>I don't know.<br />And herein lies the conflict.</div><div><br /></div><div>Is it all in my head? </div><div>At the age of 31 you'd think that social status and life don't have any sort of influence on my social groups.</div><div>I'd like to hope so anyway. </div><div>And sometimes I feel like I should apologise for where I am. In fact, every day I feel bad for having this life. The god's honest truth is that I wake up, and feel like shit because I wonder to myself, it's just another day where nothing happens but I am waking up in my own bed in my own house, but that isn't good enough. I feel like if I was to go through a shit time, I would be more valued.</div><div>It's not fair that I should be made to feel bad because of the life I created for myself.</div><div>I have never asked for help from anyone and paid my way. I pay my taxes so that some people can live so much more. I pay my student loan because I was lulled into a false sense that getting a degree will get you great jobs and shit when really it was all a load of bollocks and getting a degree has got me no further than anyone I know. I could have thought "stick it to the man, I'm going to avoid paying it either by hiding or not earning enough money to qualify to pay it back". But the only person that affects is me. Everyone else is like "go on then. Hide - get caught, either go to jail or payback more" or "go on then, earn less than the qualifying amount, but you will not be able to afford a certain life you want". So - I pay it. Begrudgingly of course. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I pay into a pension so that I can have something to live off when I retire. I pay insurance so that I am covered for life's shit.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, basically, I want to just state that I do what a lot of people do in the world. </div><div>I have a job and strive to always be and do better so that I can pay for things so that I can live the life I want. I pay for security that I had when I was growing up and so it has become instilled in me to need security. I pay for security for my husband, who didn't have any security growing up. <br />And if that makes me some sort of dickhead that is weak and pathetic for being part of the rat race, then that's fine.</div><div>Is that really that wrong? Is what I do offensive? Is what I do really affecting other people's lives?</div><div>No! </div><div>Thing is, I do things to help. I have cut down on my meat intake, I don't even eat red meat anymore as I want to help the environment. I walk and take public transport where possible. I recycle.</div><div>I vote for the green party.</div><div>I do care about the world, and fully aware we have to take care of it.</div><div>So please, don't paint me as some evil bitch because I am like the majority and focus on making sure myself and my husband are happy.</div><div>Is that ok? Am I allowed to be happy? If I am happy and not doing anything illegal or morally wrong, then please, accept me and appreciate my values - I am human and I do care for other humans too.</div><div>What a crap world we live in.</div><div>That social media, colleagues, peers, etc all want everyone to be the same and dammn those that strive for a decent life - that is personal to them.</div><div>May I add that my life is personal to me. My life is not used in spite of people. I didn't get to where I am just to shit on everyone. I did it for me by me (and my husband). I didn't do it to make a point. I by no means think I am better than everyone - in fact, if you haven't already guessed, I feel worse than everyone because I have not had to go through hardship. I know full well if I did I'd be more respected. </div><div>Becuase I respect those who have. My god, those who have not had an easy life I respect them so hard because they have lived through it and come out stronger. </div><div>Those are the people we celebrate and bloody hell of course! </div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-62614484518717039182019-02-13T08:31:00.000+00:002019-02-13T08:31:44.796+00:00Returning to WritingI've been having slight wobbles....<div>
I'm now 29, 30 in June this year and I'm starting to realise why people have mid life crises....why people have affairs....why people suddenly get to an age and just lost it.</div>
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Life gets boring. </div>
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Life gets mundane.</div>
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Life gets monotonous.</div>
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It's all very well being in secure marriage, in a lovely house and have the dog you've always wanted with the car you've always wanted. </div>
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I'm reminding myself of that song - she's so lucky, she's a star, but she cries, cries, cries with her lonely heart thinking, if there's nothing, missing in my life, then why do these tears fall at night? </div>
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I know I'm lucky. I know I have the things that some people could only ever dream of. I am certainly aware of that and I am not ungrateful for sure. </div>
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I've just feel like I've woken up from being on autopilot, from being in a third viewpoint amongst a social media, head in the clouds bubble. </div>
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Life has just become plain. We do the same thing, day in, day out. And whilst it's nice and comfortable, that'st it. It's nice. </div>
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I have a vivacity for life. I love to live - and I want to make the most of life. </div>
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I'm bored of doing the same thing again and again.</div>
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I am probably just in this place because we are saving up for - ha oh this just gets better - going to New York and Disneyland Paris....oh and a new kitchen. </div>
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I'm sorry I feel this way - I am hoping it's just a blip and I'll snap out of it. I think I need to become more mindful and positive thinking.....I do spend far too much time in the past and in the future, so I think I need to practice being present. </div>
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I know I don't deserve to feel any of this, but I can't help it. I can't speak with authority but I think it's human nature to have wobbles now and again....is it? </div>
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We can't be happy all the time, that's surely not natural! </div>
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I'm glad I came back to this little place - a place where I can pour my thoughts and feelings from my head to a page - and as much as I love writing by hand in a physical diary - in all honesty it hurts! Like, physically, hurts my hand! And it would have taken a lot longer to visualise my thoughts! </div>
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I'm going to go and see what good books there are on being mindful and present in the moment....in the hope that this cloud goes away....</div>
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Thanks for just listening! </div>
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-46118354812233755672013-11-03T16:43:00.001+00:002013-11-03T16:43:11.657+00:00Italy is our Second Home<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We went to Maiori on the Amalfi Coast in Italy in September this year. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We've decided that is our second home. We love it there - best holiday to date. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We had so much fun, seeing Pompeii, climbing Mt. Vesuvius, riding the very choppy sea to Capri, playing in the sea, sunbathing on the black sand, drinking by the pool, saying stupid things as a result of non stop drinking! Some of these classics were "I wonder what people think about me looking so smart and you looking like a sloth"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"I don't like spiders shooting at me"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Can I have a straw please?" *get given an ashtray* </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"I wish you a fantastic dinner" said a waitress to us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"When I say grazi, you say prego!" said a singer on the entertainment night. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's a place I highly recommend everyone needs to go, we're still not done there yet, there's so much to do!</span><br />
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<br />Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-35814160490766998022013-03-17T12:35:00.001+00:002013-03-17T12:35:56.951+00:00Bloglovin'<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2952872/?claim=hstz257up74">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-67849326930246802852013-01-25T08:36:00.001+00:002013-01-25T08:36:52.510+00:00Ranting<p>Not sure where to start really. Lets just say that this is just a rant that I'll probably delete later once I have my rational head back on. I'm fed up. I'm tired. Because I'm so fecking confused. It seems clearer day by day that someone who lives by the rules, by law, lives a clean healthy life with a job and a savings account, who has a motivation to buy a house, move up in life, only drinks, doesn't do drugs or anything totally illegal, has a degree and is relatively clever- is something that no one actually gives a shit about. Its probably deemed boring by many(not friends), so that person is the least favourite to talk to...or have a laugh with. It's also probably deemed not good enough by the one person who should be proud of that person. She seems to not realise that "well at least she's not sleeping around, at least she's not going out most nights wasting money on alcohol or doing drugs, and she has a degree and a job". She fails to think about what that the way that person's turned out, and instead just thinks about what she wants. out of her way.  Everyday Im starting to struggle with this "normal" life. I often think about just going off the rails, do drugs, become single, go out most nights. Will people then take more interest? I hate to think...<br>
I just can't see why that makes someone feel like the odd one out...<br>
It was completely different. People did take an interest. They laughed at the ditsy, sometimes dirty comments and they were shocked but I think that's one of things that they found interesting. Coz they took the time to find that out.<br>
ugh...give up. give it time. More time. And make her realise that it could be worse.</p>
Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-22763445849723740612013-01-22T13:36:00.001+00:002013-01-22T13:41:17.303+00:0011 days later...<p>Sooo as you can see I kinda failed with the photo a day thing....so, against my initial thoughts I'm going to do this fmsphotoaday thing my friend is doing. I'm jumping in at number 22 where the theme is "corner". Soooo...I guess this is a picture of a corner at work.</p>
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-61759002321688194962013-01-11T07:33:00.001+00:002013-01-12T12:14:36.612+00:00Photo a day - day 10 Tea box how blooming posh!<br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-61545534149743653522013-01-09T09:13:00.001+00:002013-01-12T12:14:18.464+00:00Photo a Day - Day 9This was a while back...definitely need to make my other half take me here again!<br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-86299619000222441292013-01-09T07:31:00.001+00:002013-01-12T12:14:07.113+00:00Photo a day - Day 8When there is no make up...use filters! <br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-88858305726515123202013-01-07T18:25:00.001+00:002013-01-12T12:13:50.907+00:00Photo a Day - Day 7 Best chocolate cake made by my mum <br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-70042404101560848002013-01-06T10:50:00.001+00:002013-01-12T12:16:07.894+00:00A Photo a Day - Day 6Candles last night<br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-19064257397360858922013-01-05T20:42:00.001+00:002013-01-05T20:45:31.545+00:00A Photo a Day - Day 5 Replacing coffee....good luck Jenni! <br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-73521146190705817072013-01-04T08:24:00.001+00:002013-01-05T11:58:29.567+00:00A Photo a Day - Day 4 One of my Christmas presents from my fiancé <br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-9764711634073534532013-01-03T12:24:00.001+00:002013-01-05T11:58:41.820+00:00A photo a Day - Day 3 My 2013 diary<br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-37844303067931506952013-01-02T08:37:00.001+00:002013-01-05T11:58:53.152+00:00Photo a Day - Day 2 Stratford 8:15am - we had a red sky...<br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-80519196891988763062013-01-01T22:41:00.000+00:002013-01-01T22:43:16.826+00:00Photo a Day - Day 1<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">First of all, Happy New Year! </span><br />
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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-41474485650579300802012-12-31T15:04:00.000+00:002012-12-31T15:04:00.739+00:00New Years Resolutions In the year 2013, I want to (as many others do) try and improve on myself and my life, and make more time for the things that I enjoy doing and the people I enjoy being with.<div>
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1. Write more blog posts - I started off so well. Then I got my new job and it all went downhill from there. This year, I want to write at least 4 times a week. </div>
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2. Take more photographs - Everywhere I went years ago I took my camera with me. These days, it hardly ever makes it outside. </div>
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3. Lead a healthy lifestyle - bit vague, but that's good for me because it can incorporate lots of things like eating healthier, getting more exercise and sleeping without the telly on! </div>
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4. Start keeping a daily diary - I love writing, and I love the idea of looking back in many years and reading about my life. I have a few old diaries from 12 years ago, and it's fascinating to see how much I have changed.</div>
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5. Start a new...something - my friend was talking about going to Zumba classes. Then about Salsa lessons. I really want to do one, or the other, or both! So I really want to join something with my friends. </div>
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My ultimate goal of 2013 - is to move out. </div>
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I just hope, wish and pray that I (and my fiancé) reach this amazing goal. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But I get a teeny bit down every year when it's all over. Each Christmas day is full of fun and happiness, so much so that time flies, and before you know it, it's half past midnight and you're trying to stay awake in case the other team say a Taboo word! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope everyone had a good one and got everything they deserve. I got good presents. Things that I needed and there were a few surprises in there too. But, I learnt yesterday that Facebook, Twitter and Instagram are dangerous around Christmas. My goodness there are so many spoilt people out there! And I mean spoilt rotten! The presents they get is sickening. Designer stuff, lots of handbags and jewellery, money, gift vouchers, make-up etc. I know I sound jealous, but that's because I am! Thanks for posting up pictures showing how much your <strike>parents love you, </strike> <strike>a spoilt brat, </strike> very god dam lucky! It's ok, I'll just take my little bit of Christmas money and go get some retail therapy (but even that's getting tedious now, believe it or not!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The best bit about Christmas though really, is the food. And having my family over. And getting drunk and playing silly games. And spending time with my fiancé. And the Christmas telly. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A lot of best bits, so I guess I'm lucky that I have all of that every year.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I just hate how quick it's all over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not long left of 2012 now...it's time that I start making resolutions and plan how I want my 2013 to be! </span><br />
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<br />Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-52250173583640406142012-12-06T14:05:00.000+00:002012-12-06T14:05:00.683+00:00Let me Just...Put this out There...<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Blogging is very much a world wide accepted thing. I have a lot friends that blog about their life as a mum/artist/fashionista-turned world traveller/potential radio DJ. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Granted, they all have their niches and are very much topic orientated so their blog probably has more purpose than mine does. I guess my blog is a little like a diary. Only, I decide to make it public. It may be somewhat censored - I don't particularly want to get into trouble if I say something and it's taken the wrong way - but it's still somewhere where I can write utter crap if I wanted! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So what you read here is just me. This is who I am. Really. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a psychology degree, I'm a bit useless, I have very little common sense but - I enjoy writing, reading, blogging and writing all sorts of crazy shit that my mind thinks of. I like listening to rock/metal/nu-metal, but lately I've been listening to other types of music (I don't know what type it is - mixture of things really), but I'm still a rock chick at heart. People think I'm innocent (only my fiancé and friends know that's not entirely the case). If I'm putting things out there, then, let's just say, I like it very often, and I like it rough. If I remember rightly, at my old work place, I had one of the dirtiest minds. I'll leave it there with that one ;P</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I like the fact that I'm different to girls who are just... - I'm not like the girls on TOWIE (The Only Way is Essex - you know, fake tan, fake boobs, fake personality with a different boyfriend every week. I don't fake tan, I have one man in my life, and I'd like to think I'm genuine. I go out, I get drunk, I do silly things (like when I accidentally intruded on a couples romantic dinner in a pub by placing my camera right in the middle of their table saying "take a picture, take a picture", then falling over backwards on my arse. It was kind of embarrassing). It just so happens that most of the time, I can't remember these things, so people just have to tell me what I did! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I really want a tattoo, I've been agonising over it for months and months - I just don't know what I want. I like birds, skulls, chains, black, red, purple, photography, writing, laughing. I mean, all of that incorporated into one would be hideous... but If someone could design me a black and red tattoo with birds and chains then that would be uh-maze-ing. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love eating. I'm definitely a fat girl in a thin girls body. I'm very lucky in that respect, I know that I'm probably hated for it. But I honestly can't help it. One day though, I will wake up and all the years of eating crap will be sitting there, on my hips, my thighs and my bum. I just hope it isn't too soon! I kinda like my body at the moment!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jeez, this has been a bit me, me, me! Apologies. As the title suggested, I was just putting me, me, me out there. Just, you know, re-affirming who I am. I think we all need that sometimes.</span>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-51518124467688727202012-12-05T14:16:00.001+00:002012-12-05T14:16:08.881+00:00Just wanted to Say<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Saturday the 1st of December was the best 1st of December I've had for a very long time. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My fiancé - Gavin - took me on a date. He booked a table and everything. I had no idea where we were going. It was a little exciting! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We went into London, visited our favourite Costa coffee shop, tucked away in the back streets behind Oxford Street, went into Harvey Nichols, Harrods and drank a couple of hot ciders in Winter Wonderland at Hyde Park.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He then took me to Covent Garden, where he told me he was taking me to a little French restaurant called "Le Garrick". I was anxious at first - I did not want to eat French food! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But there was no need for concern. It was a cute little place on Garrick Street, and it's all lit by candles inside. You go downstairs - underground, and there is a tiny bar and lots of little bricked archways and cosy coves and old wooden beams. It was gorgeous. As was the food. And the wine. And the free shot of 40% Pear Schaps at the end. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was wonderful. I have the best man in the world and I am the luckiest girl in the universe. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ahhhh </span>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-30406848553630050402012-12-05T13:13:00.003+00:002012-12-05T13:13:53.044+00:002012 is Drawing to an End<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I sit here, in my towel, feeling fresh and smelling like stress relief (that's the name of the bubble bath FYI..it's a nice smell), listening to M83 (a band with a "luscious blend of shoegaze aesthetics, ambient pop and progressive textures") , I can't help but think that right now, I feel content. Something that I came to realise in that little bath.<br />Baths are strange. They're a weird concept - you just lay there, in water, sitting in your own dirt some say (but if you have bubble bath, I'm pretty sure that that kills off most of the dirt and cleans you and the water.) But, they're the one place where your mind is kind of allowed to just wander, and all your thoughts, feelings, woes and worries seem to all slide into place and make sense. Just laying there, thinking about the last 12 months was definitely some sort of therapy I needed. Much like retail therapy, where buying things make you feel better, only cheaper and lazier. I've been trying to think about how I feel about life and the last 12 months, without coming to any sort of conclusion.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This year has been a funny sort of year, where I feel like not a lot has happened, but it actually really has. I got a new job in February, I went to Paris for a long weekend with the girls in February, my fiancé and I went to Rome in April, we had the Olympics in July where I went to work in a garage close to the heart of the event - it was pretty special and my best friend had the cutest baby ever in September (to which, I think, Gavin and I are one set of godparents to, which is the best thing ever). </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I mean, yea, OK maybe a lot did happen. Thinking about it in that bath (and writing it all down) has led me to realise that. We've (myself and Gavin) also managed to save up a lot of money, ready for us to hopefully move out late next year. It has actually been quite a significant life changing year. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, at this moment in time, I'm quite content. I just hope that the world doesn't in fact end on December 21st - I still have a lot more things to do in my life! </span>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-7539340039950657462012-10-02T13:00:00.000+01:002012-10-02T13:00:01.006+01:00Tweeting...I Hope it Makes my Dream Come True! <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've started to become "Twitter-pated". Ever since I read an article in Company magazine, I've been tweeting almost every bloody 3 hours. Apparently, it opens up doors career wise. People have been found through their twitter and got jobs as PR's and art directors and journalists - their dream jobs! So, I'm hoping that, with a bit of positive thinking, I can be found amongst the thousands of other profesh bloggers/writers/critics/PR's/Editors wannabes. Plucked like a feather on a chicken, singled out from so many others that are so similar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now, I'm not saying that I'm unhappy with my job. In fact, I do really like it. A lot. Recruitment is a bloody good profession to be in...as is the company I'm with. I'm also lucky that I have a job that's slightly related to my degree (even if I do feel like I </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">truly</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> suck at it sometimes....but that's another blog post!) I wouldn't mind being there for a very very long time (where eventually I hope that I can settle - again, another blog post!) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's just...well, everyone has their dream job don't they? I'm sure that people I work with dream of being in a job that's related to their interests (I can only think of football...I can't actually guess what other people dream of being!) At the end of the day though, it's just a dream. It has such a small chance of happening, I would imagine that I may have a better chance at winning the lottery (if I did it...!) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, we'll see. It has happened to the lucky few. There </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">is a 20 something girl who has had a book published of her blog, it's called "F*** I'm in my Twenties!" - or something to that effect. I have also added to my Amazon wishlist a published blog of </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tavi Gevinson - called "Rookie Yearbook One". Maybe, one very fine day, I'll be noticed and I could have a book pulished, or I could have my own column in a magazine (now that is dreaming, that would be ah-maze-ing!) </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08231497783173234324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622593509242188996.post-77014378767373588722012-10-01T21:02:00.001+01:002012-10-01T21:07:00.171+01:00Been a While...Muse...<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm writing to you from me, a total friggin mess. Why? Don't worry, only physically. I totally just walked into my door, where my boob knocked on the knob. Wow, that sounds sorta rude. The door handle bashed my boob. Oh man that's no better! You get the erm...idea. It bloody hurts! I fell to the floor, did about a hundred rolls into the bathroom and cried uncontrollably for about 10 minutes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ok, so that may be a little exaggerated. But I did roll, and I did cry. It hurt that bad. I can't remember the last time I cried.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm not a total mess either. Sorry, another exaggeration. I'm on my bed, writing this whilst sipping a lovely cold glass of German wine (German wine is the best wine!) listening to Muse's new album The Second Law. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Verdict so far? It's.....interesting to say the least. There are 2 dubstep-esque tracks on there. A couple of rock ones. A few others that sound like another old prog rock/pop band from the days of yore, and a couple of really boring slow ones. It's definitely not love at first listen, it's going to take a few to even like it....let alone love it. Actually kind of glad I didn't spend £75 x 2 (I'm not great at maths) on tickets to see them now. But it's worth a listen, to cure the curiosity. See, now I made a big mistake. I listened to the second from last track on the album called "Unsustainable" - a proper dubstep tune, and I got really excited about this new album, thinking it was going to be like this. Only...to be left rather disappointed. There's only one other track that has the dubsteppiness to it, which I can't find, so maybe I was lying! Anyway, Panic Station is really good, love that, and Supremacy, both are rock based which I looove. Follow Me and Save Me are boring slow songs which, I'll be honest, I skipped after the first few bars or so. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm convinced that I can hear a little James Bond theme in the first track, around 1:35 you can hear it. It's very subtle, but I'm sure that's in the James Bond films! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The last track is like a blimmin' dance/electro track! I like it. Nothing wrong with a bit of dance. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All in all, it's not Muse that we all love and know, nothing like their "Knights of Cydonia" and miles away from "Plug in Baby" and "New Born". But, that's what the trio wanted. Upon watching an hour long interview with them on good ol' youtube, they wanted to change. They feel that each album is like a chapter in their lives, representing different things. This is a new chapter, with new emotions and events that are occurring in their lives. I feel like they really wanted to be like the "Heston Blumenthal" of the music world; experimenting with many different sounds, putting together pieces of music that you would never think to unionise, such as an orchestra and an orchestral choir, making it work surprisingly well. It works, it's just going to get a lot of getting used to. Like a new haircut I suppose. </span></div>
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