Sunday, January 29, 2006


Okay, so I'm 'in love' again. I should have read the signs! I was actually washing my hair more than once a week and plucking my eyebrows regularly. Still, it hit me like a fat blue bottle on a hot day.
Anyway, that's not the point.

The problem now is that the boy thinks I have a boyfriend. He thinks this because I was forced to tell the guy who sits next to him (formerly my stalker) that I did in the hopes that he would lose interest. It kind of worked, but I am now left in a highly messy situation. See, even if this guy somehow did like me it's not like he'd 'make a move' because of my boyfriend (Cal all too willingly agreed to play the part of boyfriend, complete with doodles on my notes and text messages during class).

How do you slip into casual conversation that you've split up with your (fake) boyfriend without looking like a loser???

Top 1o methods of being more healthy:

2. Moisturise Skin
3. Don't Snack
4. Walk more places
5. Drink tons of water
6. Go jogging
7. Exchange chips for salad
8. Give up anything remotely sweet
9. Snack on fruit
10. Have a good, hearty brekkie (it increases concentration and alertness)

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Hellish Morning

In case you didn't already know, seeing as half the world now does, I'm having a hellish morning. First I oversleep on the first day of term meaning I miss History class (even though I did arrive at college twenty minutes before class ended I'm just too gutless to go in late), then I have a humiliating episode at the bus station and now I am here in the college computer room, scared shitless that my History tutor is going to see me when I walk out. Call me gutless wonder.

Ever been on a bus that is going so fast that you can feel your bones rattling? That's how fast the 630 to Billinge travels, we're talking breakneck.

Anyway, so thats Christmas and New Year out of the way. They were both quite uneventful. Christmas was spent reading books and watching bad television and New Years was spent at Cal's eating some of the most delicious food I've ever tasted and watching Red Dwarf.

New Years eve SUCKED.

Top 10 bands I'm gonna love in 2006:

1. InMe
2. All-American Rejects
3. Reuben
4. Jimmy Eat World
5. Brendan Benson
6. Rufus Wainwright
7. Skillet
8. Guillemots
9. Hanson

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Auntie Susan

My Auntie Susan is one of those aunts who isn't biologically my aunt, but I see her so often that she might as well be. She is my Mother's best friend and two more different women you will never see. My Aunt is unmarried, quite nervous at times, very friendly and quite "bohemian" as I would put it. My Mother on the other hand is married with kids, bold and outspoken, not overly friendly at times and as suburban as VeraDuckworth.

They've been friends since their teens and I guess they formed a common bond over the fact that they both had pretty shit childhoods. Since my earliest years I can remember Auntie Susan coming down from Liverpool to visit Mum and bringing myself and my brother very unusual gifts. She was the person who got Michael Owen's autograph for me when I was in my phase of obsession with him. She had to queue outside Waterstones for four hours to get it.

She also got me the autographs of loads of Liverpool players such as Jon Arne Riise, Steven Gerrard and Jamie Carragher. She had to wait outside the training ground for a few hours to get them.

Her life is so interesting and rather dramatic. Soon she will be 50. She isn't married, she is independent and she still likes to have a good time. I gotta say, if my life is anything like Auntie Susan's when I'm 50, I reckon I'll be pretty content.

Top 10 reasons that 2006 won't suck:

1. Leeds Festival 2006
2. I got my offer for Manchester Uni and I'll be there in six months
3. I turn eighteen this year
4. I'm going to Anfield in February
5. Zelda: Twilight Princess (pathetic, yes I know, but I am a gaming geek)
6. New Sarah Dessen book (she is my idol, my heroine)
7. Download Festival 2006
8. Hopefully gonna go see The All American Rejects
9. Goin shopping in Leeds, woot
10. This year, I become an adult (well, in years anyway)