pringles.

"I can feel the flubber when I sit down and only track pants fit me now."

Oh dear.

48 days to go! ♥

The world is changing, I'm rearranging.

Does that mean Christmas changes to you?

48 days until Christmas! Oxford Street has millions of decorations up already and the street is so packed you can hardly get from Debenhams to John Lewis, but as much as it aggravates me, I love the busy atmosphere of Christmas shoppers. I love buying presents, and then wrapping them up in the cutest paper with cute little bows and ribbons! Little things like this make me happy because I know that it makes others happy when they receive them :)

The smile on my five year old sister's innocent face lights up the room and warms up the house like a fireplace. The laughter overtakes the music and the carols in the background. Christmas greetings and "thank you"s brings out the essence of giving and receiving.

I wish it snowed bang on Christmas day, that would be so amazing!
Call me immature and completely oblivious, but I can't wait to stay up watching Love Actually and The Grinch and Mickey's First Christmas ohmigawd! It's so fun sitting in front of a 60 inch widescreen with junk food all around you. 

I'm doing "Secret Santa" with my friends so we can save money whilst being able to give and receive with every member of our friendship group. Sounds like fun because there are new friends amongst us too! I can't wait!

And no matter what you all say to me, I still think Santa Claus is real.

Because I definitely saw him!

You're all doomed to turn into his little elves because you don't believe me :D

Don't be a Grinch and spoil Christmas for anyone this Christmas!

Or any Christmas for that matter.

Because it's only at this time of the year, you will realise,

how important your friends and family are to you.

And even without the luxury of Christmas trees and turkey,

and gifts to give or receive, all you need is each other :)

♥

bffl.

"She's being a complete bitch because she misses you.
After being friends for four years, I shouldn't have to tell you this."

As you grow older, there are more and more "not haves."

There are more and more problems that cannot be solved.

After we've grown up, there are more and more words
that have no way of being responded to.

After we've grown up, there are more and more times
when there is no one to take care of us.

After we've grown up, there are also more and more unreasonable relationship setbacks.

After we grow up, there really are more and more "not haves."

But those "not haves" make people grow up.

There are too many times in life, when you have to accept what you can't accept.

You're

the one I could call at 3am,

the one I could walk with in silence and it'd be comfortable,

the one who would read my thoughts before I could speak,

the one who would stay up msn-ing me for hours,

the one who would come out shopping with me because I was stressed,

the one who would never get annoyed at my constant cold-sniffing during maths,

the one I would always call first with gossip,
the one who would spend ages trying to talk some sense into me,
the one who would always be there when my mum went insane,

the one I could just turn up at your doorstep looking like a complete mess,

and you'd bring out all those chick flicks and we'd eat kitkats all night,

and you wouldn't ask because I knew you would always be there.

You're my best friend.

Now sixth form's started, everyone has actually changed a lot.

I mean, it's cool because everyone's making new friends etc,

but you shouldn't forget your old friends..

Without you, I am reduced to near-nothing,

where the only thing I have left is my admiration for you from afar.

We'll get into stupid arguments over nothing,

and half the time, I know I start it, and I'd be a complete bitchandahalf.

I don't know how to show it: I miss you.

I miss the lunches and the nights we'd spend over pizza hut and gossip.

Now, whenever I speak to you, I feel like we're in completely different worlds.

I don't know how to talk to you. 

I feel her slipping through my fingers,

now she's gone I'm sleeping with the light on.

good morning london!

I've gotta go, before I go crazy,

let go in everyway, cos anyway,

I know that you hate me.

I feel really alone.

Like I haven't got anyone to turn to.

And no one is there when I need them.

I feel really lost.

Like I've lost all sense of direction.

And no one is there to guide me.

I feel really afraid.

Like one mistake will change everything.

And no one is there with open arms.

Even with extra revision and self study, why can't I get the grades I want?

It never used to be this complicated, I used to never revise.

I never even had to have revision books.

I used to bum around during the study leaves and holidays

whilst everyone got stuck in their books;

and I'd still be an all round A* student.

But now I'm one of those people who have to spend their holidays revising,

and actually studying during their spare time, wtfux?

Looks like it's time to buck up and get the grades you really deserve!

My sister is still being a stupid loser.

No thanks to my unbelieveably childish ex-boyfriend.

Does he really think that sympathy and stirring up bull,

will actually get him anywhere?

What do you even achieve?

Well he's never had an achievement in his seventeen years,

so no surprise there.

I'm gaining weight.

wtf.

I haven't gained weight since Year Eight.

And back then, that would've been something to celebrate.

But now? I mean, come on,

I can eat like, 5 jumbo croissants and 6 chocolate mini rolls,

and 3 packets of crisps within a few hours each day

and I wouldn't gain a pound.

I don't want to be bigger than what I am.

I don't want to go back to the chubby days.

My friend is going nuts and she thinks she's fat.

Only now do I realise that a lot of girls are self-conscious,

whether or not they show it, but everyone cares about their weight -

even if they do deny it.

I was watching the BBC News the other day,

and there was a woman talking about obesity,

and how children at the age of ten are obsessed with losing weight.

Okay, that's just crazy.

But then the reporter pointed at a fifteen year old girl,

who was a dress size 14, and that was supposedly perfect.

That's even more bizarre.

What a messed up society.

I miss you.

eurgh, i miss you?

I have no internet for two weeks, omg suicide.

Over the past few nights, I've been waking up in cold sweat from the most horrific nightmares.

The ones where you can actually see faces. It's actually quite scary :3
One was about this murderer on a cruise that I was on, and my parents and my sisters and everyone was there!
The other was just as scary, but I've forgotten it - THANKGOD.

How can you rival with the person that you like,
over a matter involving you and another guy who supposedly likes you?
Thats just ridiculous!

I thought, of all subjects, I wouldn't flop Chemistry.

But my god, how wrong I was.

And I can't even afford to drop it now, at AS either,

because then that would mean I have to pass with flying colours on the other three.

And we all know, even with my optimism, I can't do that.

Ohmigod, she gets so happy when she gets a text from him.
And when he calls her first.
And when he messages her on msn first.
I'm worried.

I know I am the ultimate bxtch, and I'll admit it to you.
You can talk about me until you are completely satisfied because it doesn't affect me.
Don't worry babe, I grew up knowing that people will talk.
And it's up to you to decide whether or not it's worth it.

Guys are mean. And evil.
Why do they even exist?

Prince Charming could be such a prick.