Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Obsessed With Yankee!



It's no secret.
I am a home decor buff!

Everything and anything to do with home decor? I'm down. I love decorating, the work that goes into it, the before and after results. I love buying furnishings and making a room tie together, but mostly I love the home decor. I love going to other peoples houses and eyeing it all up, you can really tell people personalities and interests by what they decorate their home with, even if its just pictures!


I search Etsy far too often for home decor items, adding them to my collection of favourites that seems to be ever expanding. I like vases shaped like animals, dragon figurines and TV show themed placemats! I enjoy browsing for door knockers and gargoyles to put outdoor lamps in, plus all the swords in the world that I'd love to hang on my wall. That's my dream home!

One thing that I really adore though when I walk into someone's home? Is the smell.
I love walking into homes that smell of fresh linen and cotton, ones that smell like cocktails or fresh grass!

The smell that gets me the most?
Is the smell of a good Yankee collection.



I was first introduced to the candle makers the second I walked into Lewis' mums home for the first time! Noticing the vast collection on the side and the smell of fresh cotton hitting me in the face.

So when I finally got a wage that gave me a little bit extra to spend on myself? My first stop was my nearest Yankee store (luckily in my town centre, 5 minutes away!)

I love sweet fruits and the strongest smells. I love clean smells too put I do like that massive fragrance hitting me in the face the second I walk into the room, so my first purchase was the Sicilian Lemon candle! I think I went through the entire store opening and closing lids trying to find the perfect one! This was really strong and it had almost a sourness to it (obviously, the good kind!) So I bought myself a small jar for £7.99

Okay so they're not the cheapest way to freshen up your home, but they last for so long that it's completely worth it!

I ended up buying myself a medium Dragon Fruit scented jar the other day which smells incredible!
Not to mention the fact that it was in Yankee's monthly sale, where they do 25% off certain candles, which is an absolute dream!

To go with that, I bought a reed diffuser! I noticed that the candle smell was incredible, but unless they was burning there's no scent left roaming the room, so to keep ours smelling nice I purchased the beach walk diffuser! I bought mine off ebay (because it was a little bit cheaper than the Yankee store) and it smells incredible! I also purchased a candle wick trimmer, because there is a great importance to

Every time I walk into my room now I'm hit with fragrances and smells that aren't my housemates body odour that's ended up in my attic room! (The joys of living in the highest room without a door)

So there you have it! I am obsessed!


Friday, 20 November 2015

What's In My Bag?

Well it must be an odd day if I'm happy to discuss what's in my bag.
Why?

Well because about 4 years ago, my best friend used to look at me in confusion over the fact the pockets of my jeans were enough for me! A wallet in my back pocket, iPod in my left, phone on my right and keys usually swung about in my hand! That's why the first day I ever decided to get (a very small) shoulder bag? She'd never been more proud of me!

I've come a long way since then, a small bag here and there before finally moving on to my first handbag, a purchase not even I could believe I made. Now? I have a 'proper' bag. A girly looking one too. Beige and large enough to fit everything a girl would ever need in there! So without due, here is what is in my handbag! 

Firstly? Obviously I have to show you what I carry everything around in, which is probably the most feminine accessory I've ever owned in my entire life. I bought it from Ebay not long ago! So Not only is it pretty fresh looking, but the contents of my bag are missing a couple of receipts and assorted wrappers, but I guess it makes me look a little more organised!


Now inside!


These are pretty much my bag must haves now! Everything in here is used pretty much on a daily basis, so they are my necessary bag requirements! Lets go into detail:

  • Firstly? My diary. I write down all of my appointments, work hours, breaks, day's off, birthdays you name it in here! I like to lead an organised life! It makes me feel somewhat in control!
  • A pen is also a must have for my bag, not only so that I can actually use my diary but so that I can also write down things I find like interesting shops or places I'd like to visit, it also comes in handy every time I get on a train, I quite enjoy doing the odd crossword!
  • My purse! Also new, I had the same one but in black until I bust it by filling my purse with too much change! Inside? I try not to keep coppers, I usually put my passport inside so that I know I have it on me at all times. I need to get myself a card wallet, I'm starting to overflow from being a committed shopper! I have an IKEA family card, Matalan Card, Nandos Rewards card...actually most of my cards are food related! It's frustrating trying to find them but reward points are fantastic. Save all the moola!
  • Passport - Obvious one, so when I get questioned on if I'm old enough to buy alcohol with my massive eyes and chubby cheeks playing a part on the whole baby-faced look, I can actually prove that my body is ready for the alcoholic beverages. Ya feel? No but really, I get questioned all the time on whether I'm old enough and I've been legal to drink for 3 years! It's a little bit heartbreaking when you get ID'd, but hey at least I'll be 'ite' when I'm in my 50's!
  • Hair Clip - Necessary! My hair needs to be up for work, so it's good to have something to clip it up rather than tie it, I hate the mark hair bobbles leave on your hair and it gives me a slight headache, so I keep one of these on me at all times! My one is actually broken, I've had three of these and he always manages to stand on them! Plus this one used to be perfect for my hair, but now I have a bit too much for it to hold.
  • Lighter - Nope! I don't smoke. Yet it seems to come in handy a lot! When people ask if you have a lighter? Yes, yes I do. Trying to light one of them tin BBQ's? I've got your back. A candle needs lighting? No worries! 


  • Name badge - I work. I have to wear one so that when people want to pretend they know me or demand something from me, they don't refer to me as "Oi, you".
  • Next? An abundance of coffee shop/cafe reward cards! I visit so many and always forget to get mine stamped. I end up collecting about four before I can finally get rid of them with a free coffee! But hey, can't complain, I love a good brew!
  • Keys! I think it's pretty obvious why I need these. Although I think I need one of those ginormous fluffy keyrings because I seem to be forever losing my keys at the bottom of my bag somewhere. On my keys I have a bottle opener, a Breaking Bad 'Los Pollos Hermanos' keyring which works as a bottle opener and nail clippers (best investment ever, search Etsy for one! They're mint) and a keyring reward card for Fayre & Square!
  • More keys? Eugh. I'm kidding, one of them is my work key! So I can clock on and off and use equipment. I always manage to lose this, that was until I got a pully keyring! So now I can clip it onto me and I just pull it when I need to use it, (best thing ever, also really fun)
  • iPod - Again, an obvious one, I love music. I like a lot of musicians and bands, I studied the damn subject for four years, it's part of my life. I always feel so lost when I have to go somewhere and I don't have some form of music to listen to. I have an iPod classic and it is probably the best thing I've ever received because it's never let me down! I have music on their that I wouldn't listen to today but used to love back in 2009! Of course it's staying in my bag!
  • Mascara - Possibly as far as I'd ever go with makeup except with a bit of lipstick on the rare and odd special occasion. Just to make my eyelashes look a little bit darker and less like I need to go back to bed. This one is called Sunkissed, I can't really tell you if the makeup brand is good or not, I can tell you that it does the job I need it to do!
  • Deodorant - I have perfumes and other sprays I would usually use, but when I'm out and about and need a little freshening up, I go for this soft and gentle lotus and watermelon spray! Mostly because 90% of my wardrobe is black and it doesn't leave nasty white marks on my clothes, and the smell is amazing!
Thats it!
That is everything that I take around with me daily (minus my phone which I keep in my pocket)

I hope you all enjoyed having a look inside my bag! 


Thursday, 10 September 2015

Crying Over Puppies.

Probably one of the more personal posts I'll allow myself to put on something so easy to find! But I cried today over puppies!

Okay, so I know that sounds girly, ridiculously girly and stereotypical "OHMYGODPUPPIES" followed by some sort of crying emoji kind of thing girly.

But it was more of a personal reason today from deep within the memories part of my brain that I think of all the time from fondness yet get nostalgic about.

I grew up with a German Shepard/Alsatian named Maxx, he was my childhood dog and I loved him.

I grew up in what I can only really describe as a zoo.
I had rabbits, snakes, rats, cats, ferritts, parakeets. The only house pets I haven't owned really are spiders, lizards and guinea pigs. Although I'm not too arsed about any of them other than lizards. Dogs have always been around my family though. My childhood dog Maxx was given to my mum by my dad, but when they moved and couldn't have a pet anymore he went to my nans, which was fine because I visited every weekend.

Maxx was my everything. My fondest memories of him are the ones of me just arriving at my nans, clicking open the gate and seeing his face pop up at the window and hearing him bark like crazy because he knew I was coming in. I would step into the porch and peer through the clear glass shouting "COOO-EE" he would go nuts running back and forth and barge his head through the door in excitement as my nan would try to open it just to get to me.

My nan had a pantry which had all her food in including the dog treats and his lead for walks, the second the pantry door opened which was impossible to do in silence he was sat beside me waiting knowing that if I was getting a biscuit...so was he. A rattle of his dog chain he'd whimper and wag his tail and it'd be 'WALKIES' and I'd get jumped on in yet again over excitement. He was the kindest dog and pretty much my best friend.

When I was 17 years old Maxx passed away. He was 16 years old himself which is incredible for a German Shepard/Alsation. I got a phone call from my nan saying something was wrong and that he couldn't stand up. My nan usually worried a bit too much about everything but I went around anyway, unfortunately this time I knew something was awful and got him out of the room because I knew my nan would be devastated to watch what I had to watch, which was my best friend dying in my arms.

I know, critics will say 'he was just a dog'. Yet he really was an incredible companion.
I can't remember what happened exactly, whether it was a heart attack or anything, but he lay next to me as I cupped water in my hands and tried to keep him hydrated. He got took to the vets and put down.

Last year when I moved to Manchester I 100% had the intention of bringing my cats with me, which I will when I get my own place, but I'm so desperate for a puppy. I've always grown up with animals and I adore cats and dogs, now I feel super lost without having either around. I love the company, I keep to myself and only have a select few friends and most of them are practically family! I don't really do nights out mostly days out going for hikes and walks now. The rest of the time I'm at home alone, I've always had a friend in the form of an animal to come home to and the hugging a furry pillow just doesn't really cut it! Theres just something about having an animal for companionship that I'm missing from my life at the moment and it's making me so sad and think back to memories of Max. 

Man I miss that dog.


Monday, 17 August 2015

Compliments Gone Wrong!

Just thought I would update you all on something amusing from the day...

I'd finished work and decided to sit and have a cappuccino before I headed off home for the day to write blog posts (such as this one!), make me and my fella tea, job search and finish up my day with a little bit of Assassins Creed: Black Flag (which I'm doing mint on, just so you know).

Once I'd finished and set off, I walked past the lake on my way home (which is super beautiful, and on a sunny day full of people walking around it and many with pet dogs.

'Hello joy, it is I, Kirst; admiring natures furry children!'

One lady had the most gorgeous and sopping wet German Shepard. It was smelling everything in its site, running back and forth, left and right with its tail wagging and tongue dangling out the side of its mouth panting in the most adorable manner. I love seeing German Shepards and this one was gorgeous.

So, as the woman passed me by I went "Gorgeous!" with a forward nod towards the dog.

However, the woman ignored my nod and just accepted my compliment as her own with a "Thank you!" and large smile, as if I was calling her gorgeous. I walked passed realising I had ended up sounding like a bit of a creep rather than a dog lover. It would of been rude to stop and say "Wait no, sorry I meant your DOG is gorgeous".


That, ladies and gentlemen is my life summed up in a 10 second interaction!


Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Song Of The Month - July

I don't know about you, but I have always been quiet a big Arctic Monkeys fan!

Their early years were 'the shit'.
I listened to 'Whatever People Say I Am That's What I'm Not' and 'Favourite Worst Nightmare' like there was no tomorrow! 

The first song I heard When The Sun Goes Down, and the 12 year old me went nuts for it! Now I listen to them a lot less, but when I do I have such fond memories from my high school years that it's impossible to shut them out of my 'add to playlist' list. 

I used to sit in English class and sing Flourescent Adolescent with my best friend over and over before we walked home singing Teddy Picker and Balaclava. I think my bebo even had a couple of Arctic Monkeys songs featured in my profile. 

Oh yeah, back in the bebo days I was all for the Arctic Monkeys!

With a lot of high school bands, the more albums they made the older they got and the more their music taste and genre taste differed, meaning a lot of bands went 'to pot' because people loved them for the stuff they made as we were teenagers! So for the Arctic Monkeys to still be selling out shows with no hassle really shows how talented they are, adjusting for themselves and still producing music the fans love.

One of my favourite songs is from their 2006 album 'Whatever People Say I Am That's What I'm Not'. Mardy Bum made me laugh and I loved it, the lyrics were fantastic and it was so catchy, I still use the words Mardy Bum and sing it when people are miserable to this day! So it's definitely impacted my life enough to remember the lyrics 9 years after it's original release!

Really fond of this band, and this month they're my listen!








Tuesday, 28 July 2015

The Best Cookie/Sweet Jar, EVER.



I got back home from house sitting a couple of days ago, it was incredible having two weeks in a house of my own with my boyfriend. It was like a test run of how things would be when we get our own place. It went so well it was unreal!

We was house-sitting for Lewis' brother and wife who (lucky buggers) went to Jamaica for two weeks! Before they did though, we had a quick house tour.


"Press on button for TV to come on"
"Turn handle for water to proceed out of taps"
"This is the oven. Press, twist and FIYA"

Like that ^

The one thing that was shown to me though?
(In which my eyes lit up and sparkled like some kind of anime cartoon)
Was a Jack Skellington cookie jar!

Like me, it was for a sweet lover rather than a chocolate lover. It took every part of me to not demolish the entire jar for the duration of my stay! There was tiny jelly babies, haribo hearts, jelly snakes, chocolate buttons.

I was over the moon!

I ended up searching for my own, desperate to have my own little collection for my sweet tooth, and ended up stumbling upon a RARE Crash Bandicoot (holding onto a rocket ship) cookie jar! It was so awesome and I wanted it more than anything! However I couldn't justify paying £200 for a cookie jar because it was rare, so it was a no :(

I ended up finding an Adventure Time Jake cookie jar!
The reviews put me off a little bit, a couple said it was smaller than expected so I expected to be a little disappointed when it arrived but I bought it knowing I didn't want a bog standard polka dot jar with the word 'cookies' on it. It's perfect!

It came in the most MATHEMATICAL box!
It was so colourful and the top of the box had nothing but Finns smiling face on it! I was over the moon!

Because of the shape there's plenty of room at the bottom of jake and to be quite honest I think it's perfect for me! I love sweets but I dont plan on eating so many that my teeth fall out. It's perfect and I love it!

(Cartoon Network/Adventure Time shop also do a Lumpy Space Princess version, say whaaa?!)

I AM SO EXCITED TO HAVE ONE.

Just look at how cool he is!
(Obviously, the sweets weren't included! I filled it up today!)
He opens at the top, the lid being his head and it has a nice rubber band around the ceramic top that makes it very easy to access the jar and put the lid back on without lots of clanging and banging! I am over the moon with this purchase!

Yay for geeky cookie jars!



Monday, 27 July 2015

Being Called 'Sister-In-Law' Without The Ring.

Good Morning!

I wanted to talk about something today that made me so incredibly happy!

(Nope, I'm not engaged - Just throwing that out there first!)


I work with my boyfriends brothers, which is pretty awesome.

My boyfriends brothers are team leaders and duty managers, so it's pretty awesome having two really close friends as your bosses that you actually get to hang out with and drink beers with and it not be really weird or considered 'wrong'.

My last job refused permission of any supervisor being in anyway friends with staff, supervisors and managers were not aloud to hang out with 'regular staff'. No, really. That was a rule. Unless our actual boss had organised the evening and those who were in work the next day didn't drink and we were monitored? It wasn't allowed. 

Not that we listened to the rules anyway, I ended up becoming really close friends with my Supervisor Hattie, who was the greatest worst influence I'd ever met. We all went to the pub 'just for a couple' one evening after work, we ended up drinking way too much wine (or at least I did) and I really jacked up my knee! Best supervisor ever. 

Point being!
It's super nice being able to hang out as co-workers rather than 'superiors'.

I ended up buying a drink after my shift and told my boyfriends brother to keep the change for himself! It wasn't much but at the end of the day it all adds up in the end!
He handed me my change and said "No you keep it! I'm not taking a tip off my sister in law!".

Bam. A small comment that lead to excitement and happiness, for me the most wonderful thing is being accepted into my boyfriends family, and all is well and good I know they like me! (I pestered my boyfriend after the first time I met his mom to ask her if she liked me) but I do know people who have been kind to their brothers/sisters partners because their sibling likes them, even when they don't! So it was a moment of pure joy that despite the long relationship yet only moving here in October? I'm liked enough to be referred to in a way that means theres a future for me in the family.

HOW WONDERFUL IS THAT? :3


Friday, 24 July 2015

I Am Rubbish At Blogging -

I AM SO SORRY.

I know that excuses are excuses but since my last post in April I got a job and then pretty much every piece of technology I own broke! Firstly and most importantly, the piece that I use to blog on - my laptop! So I've had no time or way to get anything done!

I've missed blogging and writing so much, but I didn't have the money to get my laptop fixed! Then some of my chargers for other items broke and my phone that was semi broken but still usable ended up completely dying on me from LITERALLY putting it on a table, I picked it back up and the screen was black.

Luckily (after a bit of a break down and woe is me) my boyfriend is awesome and stripped my laptop bare, swapped it back to an older version of windows and suddenly it actually started working, it only took about two days worth of updates.


I ended up buying a second hand mint condition iPhone 5 (best decision of my life because the only thing that was missing was that piece of plastic screen protector you end up peeling off anyway) so now the only thing that's broken is my Olympus camera. (that I bought to start up vlogging and never did from being afraid I wasn't interesting enough :')) Oh, not to mention the fact I've only used it once! Yet it doesn't work, so at least it isn't a complete disaster!


I'm soooo excited to start writing again because I have loads to post!


I'm back!





Monday, 30 March 2015

Song Of The Month - March

One of my favourite songs of all time has recently become one of my most played in my playlists on spotify recently, which is the wonderful Prince and the Revolution.
I’m a humongous fan of the film Pretty Woman, I’m not a big fan of rom coms, but I do love that film. It’s an un-traditional form of love and I enjoy it. One of my favourite scenes is where Julia Roberts is in the hotel bathtub, singing Prince’s huge hit, Kiss.
Thus! My song of the month is just that! Prince and the Revolution – Kiss
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Wednesday, 11 March 2015

High School ‘Associates’ On Facebook.

Am I a bad person if I don’t care for the lives of people I grew up with?
Okay. So that probably sounds terrible, look at Kirst bitching about people who never did her any wrong. I get it.
Due to the social atmosphere and grouping of friends that judged them to be probably far from what they’re not? I just, don’t care for people I was in the same high school with. I don’t care that people in my year had kids at 16, nor do I care that someone else spends their life on facebook tweeting status about them going to the gym or smoking ‘bare weed‘.
I feel like when you get older, social websites like Facebook are those that you’ve had for so long that you don’t want to get rid of. Me? I don’t want to lose the pictures and the posts from 3 years back where me and my friends would have debates about musicians and their up and coming albums. Yet I can’t seem to delete people I don’t care for from it either. Part of me wants to know who’s doing great for themselves so I can go “Hey, good for them!” and the other part of me wants to watch them crash and burn because I don’t care.
I find it mostly difficult when I’m trying to speak to my actual friends, about things we discuss on a regular basis, but when that discussion is posted on a ‘wall‘ rather than in chat, it gets bombarded with comments from people who thought they were better than you because they had bigger boobs and about 3 different back-up boyfriends. Likes? Likes are fine. It’s an approval, an “I see what you’re writing, I laughed at what you thought and said, I approve, have my approval in form of a facebook like” but when people comment? It fills me with childish rage that can only be expressed by “Please, stop.”
Especially when there’s something you’re really passionate about, let me share my views on something I love, or share a photo of a musician I adore and spent hours learning before they were famous music lyrics on a-z. To then have people bombard that photo with lyrics of one of their more recent or relatable lyrics.
I know, I know. Childish and petty, yet I can’t stop this hatred. Maybe once I would of cared for people to comment and relate, but now I just feel like people should stick to who they know. If people aren’t part of my life, if people didn’t speak to me during high school? You’re on my facebook ‘friends‘ list so I don’t have to go “I wonder what that guys doing with his life now” or “I wonder if she and he are still together, married maybe? Kids?” That. Is why my so called 400-500 “Friends” are still on there. If I wanted the site for people I wanted to keep up to date with and not have to see complain via a status at every opportune moment? There would be about 10-15 people on it.
I mean, c’mon…I have old bosses and work ‘friends’ who I had no common interests with on my Facebook. Facebook is my social media site where I go “Hey we spent some time together once in my life, if I don’t add you on it I’ll probably forget about you and potentially forget your name when I do remember you!” That seems to be my list of Facebook ‘friends’ in a nutshell.
Now Twitter and Instagram are my social platforms that I buzz off. Twitter I can follow my favourite celebrities and musicians, bands. Find out new offers from my favourite shops and laugh at my friends and a few friends of friends daily life in a short 140 characters, complaints don’t really happen through my twitter. I’m not really sure if that’s because of the use of ONLY 140 characters to be fair, I can complain in that many characters as I’ve seen others do so, but it’s so quick to scroll past or better yet, you DON’T feel like you have to follow people back. You’re interested in my life and opinions in short words? Sweet, I’m not interested in yours. Acceptable!
Instagram? Life through photos. Awesome, I love photos I love photography! I like SEEING what people are doing rather than reading. People don’t really tend to complain via photos. No one puts a picture of their face crying and a description as to why. They stick to posting really awesome things that they’re doing with their life! If it’s all selfies then I’m not a fan of ‘following’ them. I know what your face looks like I don’t have to see it EVERY day, but the odd one or two now and then? Sweet! Go for it. Things like Twitter and Instagram are easy to scroll through and ignore what you’re not interested in. Facebook? It’s difficult to find what and WHO you’re interested in past all the bullshit and complaints.
Maybe I’m just a heartless bore!
Maybe, I just posted what many others feel… I’ll never know!
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Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Only Men Need To Be Loved… Women Need To Be Wanted

– Gemma Teller Morrow, a fictional character from one of my favourite TV shows and probably played by one of the most beautiful and inspirational actresses I’ve ever watched, Katey Sagel.
I started watching Sons of Anarchy in late 2013, I caught a couple of episodes from season two, and got so into it that I started watching from the beginning and sloughed through the seasons to season 5 easily in a week or less. No… seriously.
I sat with my eyes fixated on the Netflix screen for so long I felt like I’d become a member of the crew and for some reason Gemma Teller Morrow just spoke to me. Everything she said wasn’t words of a naive woman who had loved and lost, they were from a woman with experience and stories, who wasn’t taking any shit and was respected like she was the heart and soul of the club.
I loved her character, she inspired me as a young woman to want that kind of relationship with my boyfriend and friends. Enough respect that I feel like people are grateful to have me around, who adore me for my personality and understanding.
I wanted ultimately my future to be that of a woman who invites close friends around for tea, a huge dining table with bowls of food being passed around and my friends and friends of my boyfriend to be around. A happy family, dining together, having a drink? It just seemed like a beautiful way to live and I want it more than anything.
Now what today’s post is about? Is one of my favourite quotes from the entire season, Season 5 Episode 13, Gemma Teller says “Love? Only men need to be loved sweetheart. Women need to be wanted”
Gemma Teller Morrow Quote
I keep seeing it pop up, or hearing it over and over. Naturally, you tend to think about quotes like this, you question whether that really is a true fact of life, or an opinion from one woman, even though Katey Sagal’s husband Kurt Sutter was the one who wrote it!
So, what do I think? I think it IS just an opinion, however I personally feel loved when I’m wanted. Do I need to be loved? I think so. Love is a difficult subject to talk about, since it’s different for everyone and no one can really define and put a stamp on what love is, but I think to be loved is to feel wanted first, I don’t think that means that a woman can’t want or feel love, but I think we want to feel wanted more than we do loved.
It’s a bit contradicting! I can feel myself question which one I want more. I don’t need to be bought flowers and gifts every week to feel like I’m living my life to the fullest in a happy relationship, but I do want to be there for the person I love and for them to want me by his side and trust me with his life. I think love comes from that.
People have different perceptions on how they want to be loved, people have different ways of life. So disagreement is bound to happen, for me, this quote is strong in my heart and I love it. Just as I love Katey Sagal for portraying such a strong woman and just as much as I love Kurt Sutter, for being the most incredible script writer I have seen in a very long time. Looking forward to The Bastard Executioner!
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Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Leeds & Reading Festival.

r-l-tickets-2015
Ahh yes,
We’ve announced your favourites! Let me entice you with a band you have tattooed on you (Mumford & Sons), followed by a band you’ve got really into the past year and are desperate to see (Manchester Orchestra). Not forgetting a band your boyfriend has made you listen to on repeat for days on end (Royal Blood) with two of your old favourites (Jamie T & Deadmau5).
Oh and by the way? You can’t go.
UGH.
I REALLY WANT TO.
The last (and first) festival I went to was Wakestock back in 2012. Man8-7-2012 (10)that was a harsh first festival. A months worth of rain on our first night? It was truly painful, all of our stuff got soaked and I stupidly didn’t take wellies. Thigh deep in mud I still enjoyed my weekend! Luckily my best friend was with me and hes a regular Wales visitor, we went back to a campsite he practically lives at during his summers and we was one of the lucky few who got hot showers, and a decent nights kip.
Unfortunately, festivals land on my mothers birthday. August 30th.
Now, moving out was obviously hard for her, and obviously moving over 100 miles away, she’s going to want to see me for her birthday, especially this year. So I can’t go.
Now that the full line-up has been announced, I think I was more mad about not being able to go last year. My boyfriend had visited like the week before and about two weeks later I was going to see him, so I couldn’t get the time off whatsoever at all. I missed out on seeing blink182.
The year before I couldn’t afford it since I’d just finished sixth form. I missed Biffy Clyro, System of a Down and Eminem? I always miss amazing years.
Hopefully, I’ll get to go next year.
HOPEFULLY, I’ll get to go to 101 different gigs during this year to make up for not going to a music festival, my boyfriend is a huge gig guy with pretty much the same music taste as me. (#Lucky) So that’s awesome and beneficial!
Sucks that I can’t go this year though!
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Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Should I Have A Bucketlist?

There are so many people who I see publish or write things they want to do before they die, their ultimate bucketlist. A wishlist of travel and activities they see as an important way to live happily and fulfill their lifelong dreams. I’ve tried to write a couple before, but I get stuck!
It’s kind of a weird prospect, discussing the things you want to do before you croak, what if you don’t do those things? Are you less likely to feel like you had a decent life? Then comes the whole will I be able to care after death because will I be reborn, go to heaven/hell or be nothing and just gone discussion. Which is always a fun topic after a few drinks.
Do people just write one long list or do they categorise it? Like; Celebrities I’d like to meet, Places I want to visit…ect.
I’ve never been a big fan of adrenaline rushes, in all honesty they make me feel a little bit sick, going high on swings is enough for me! But, the rush of being in the middle of the barely explored ocean with some of the worlds biggest and baddest sharks with nothing but bars keeping me from being chomped? Yes, stuff like that would definitely go on my bucketlist!
Travelling the world is another example of bucketlist items, usually specific countries. I could list so many different places I want to go, but that would be boring when idealistically, I just really want to travel everywhere, my best friends parents did that and they have so many cool stories that entice people for hours. I want to be able to tell my future kids about the time I went to a nude cafe with friendly snakes or something ridiculous, and finished off my evening by watching bears fight underneath the Northern Lights.
Big sports events? Definitely. I’m not exactly a huge sports fan, I don’t dedicate my life to adding up football points, but I love the big events, the world comes together for things like that, the Olympics, the World Cup, The Superbowl? UGH. Heck yes. I want that more than anything, to be with a thousand people watching an event that will be remembered for god knows how long, and of course to buy the ridiculously overpriced Nachos and cokes twice the side of my head.
Music wise? Everything. I just want to do everything. I want to learn so many different instruments and learn how to read music. To go to so many music concerts and festivals seeing my favourite bands and solo artists do their thing, listen live to what I love to listen to every single day? Of course I want that. I want to go to Madame Tussauds and get photos with my favourites (since lets face it, it’s going to be a bit difficult getting selfies with the greats like Michael Jackson). I want to go to museums and see the most famous musicians first guitars and guitar picks. Their go to outfits?
I would LOVE to go see the Game of Thrones exhibition, tour the Warner Brothers studios, see myself in Diagon Alley buying my first wand and drinking butterbeer. I want to go to rainforests and go to them bars underneath waterfalls. I want to be remembered as a good person, someone who not only looks out for their community but cares for others, I want to run a marathon dressed as something ridiculous or hilarious.
I want to be able to document it all in photos and journals, and say “Look kids! Look what I did there, I’ll help you do that and we’ll have experiences together too!” That’s the person I want to be.
What’s unique to you on your bucketlist?
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Wednesday, 18 February 2015

50 Shades Of STOP.

If this post could be a page full of ‘UGHHH’ then that's what it would be.
I’ve been very frustrated with this whole ’50 shades’ business, or travesty, whichever you see it as.
E.L.James, the author of the 50 Shades book franchise has done what absolutely no one thought could happen, and that's make the Twilight films look like an actual love story. No, really. I had a debate with housemates and friends (all guys) who’ve said upon watching Twilight, it’s actually an alright film compared to what they’ve heard/read and seen of 50 shades of grey, and I completely agree with them.
Now, it’s all well and good me sat behind a screen, going off others opinions since I haven't seen the film…but here’s why…because I read ALL THREE of the books, and they were terrible. The first one was a repeated story of a guy that becomes obsessed with an innocent lip biting every 3 pages student whom he grooms with a car, laptop, phone and gym membership with a bossy attitude and a cold hearted “Don’t touch me or I’ll get angry at you” attitude that quite frankly, no one really wants in their lives.
Because the franchise became so popular for no damn reason? I carried on reading, hoping for something good. A scene that I could put my glasses on top of and appreciate as a good piece of writing even for just 10 seconds, but nothing. I mean, okay by the end of the second book there’s actually kind of a plot and somewhat story line to where this is all going rather than “Oooh Mr Grey lets email and have missionary sex in different rooms for 400 pages” “Okay but make sure you give me permission with paperwork first since I’m a business man not a pleasure man” The third book actually improved, especially with its writing but it’s still pretty damn awful, just less ‘room of pain’ and more of a moving flowing story.
BUT, I hear the author would barely let anything be changed for the film adaption, even the writing, thus…refusing to pay £20 with someone to go see what I can only imagine I’ll end up walking out of.
Now, I’m not really a Feminist, in fact I’m probably far from it. I believe in equality of sexes but none of this women should overpower men thing. I’m not one of those people who accuses the film of it being rape with consent. The whole BDSM lifestyle is for both men and women, there are male and female dominatrix’s out there, there’s no reason for it to become a sexist thing, but the way it’s written and most likely shown? There’s no wonder the ‘feminazi’s’ are going nuts about it.
Truth be told, I think the book could be great, if it was written well. I think the movies with the right actors and directors yada yada…could be pretty intense. Instead I see a book which everyone I know who read it said it was a flop, and thus me getting angry towards those who STILL went to see it, to then come out and say “Waste of time, waste of money”. It angers me.
Truthfully, why would you go to the cinema to watch softened down porn for £20 without all the exciting bits? Surely watching 50 shades is like watching the bits you would usually skip right? C’mon now…there’s no harm or shame in watching porn, and the wonderful thing about it? It’s FREE and includes all the fun bits.
Not to mention the entire 50 shades sex pieces are essentially foreplay and missionary sex, just in different rooms on different things, so WHY can people walk into the cinema with no shame to see a film adaption of a book that is known for mostly sex and the odd bit of BDSM, but be too afraid to admit they watch porn? Especially with women. Why should a women have to feel ashamed to watch porn? Why should she feel the need to read it or go to the cinema with girlfriends to admit they like sex, they like porn. They shouldn’t, right? Men don’t care if we watch porn. I just don’t understand the need to watch something so ‘vanilla’ and awful for so much when I could have a better night with snacks and my boyfriend.
Too much? Too far?
50 Shades Of Stop Justifying That Book/Film.
50 Shades Of Because You All Went To See It They’re Going To Make Another, Great.
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Sunday, 15 February 2015

Valentines BAE.

I’ve never really been one for relationships, not that I’ve never liked them and thought less of those who did? I just never really had them. The one memorable one I did have lasted about 8-9 months and then I kind of realised I was 14 and should get on with my education (in harsh reality terms anyway) plus personal life problems and realising I just wanted to spend time with friends rather than ‘make out’.
I met my now boyfriend at 16 and liked him pretty much straight away, I was in my final few months of school and he was 18, I had a strange attraction to him and despite him living 140 miles away, I traveled to go see him about 3 weeks after we first spoke online. I moved in with him last year the week of my 20th birthday and now we’re in what I would say is a very happy relationship, thus meaning…my/our first ever valentines day. Ew.
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI’ve always stuck to my guns with this “Ew Valentines, consumerism bullshit” That kind of thing… I figured though, I really like this guy enough to want to create fond memories with him. He’s exactly like me in terms of not being arsed whatsoever with Valentines day, yet there’s no harm in at least getting him a card to show him I care, right? So I did! It’s not like we said ‘Lets book a table somewhere expensive, drink bitter alcohol that neither of us like very much and throw petals across the floor that in all honesty, will probably get hoovered up‘.
So a card was a kind gesture of love and appreciation without the expense!
I got him an adorable little card off Etsy that I knew he’d love. He loves the whole ‘zombie apocalypse’ thing (It’s gonna happen one day!), talking about our zombie action plan and being prepared with weapons like baseball bats and Katanas. It’s actually kind of adorable, and so I got him a card with a zombie on the front with the words “My zombie plan has been rewritten to include you
That’s love right there…
He…thought about getting me a card…two or three times! Then forgot to get one until it was too late to get one that was humorous or to do with something I approved of. I’m not one for the big red cards that have love hearts and flowers on, so I wasn’t arsed and said not to worry! We ended up showing each other the selection of cards we looked at for each other online, hilarious ones like a drawing of a bed suggesting I take up all the room (I kind of do) or ones that say ‘Your butt…I like that shit’, and to be honest, I liked that! It was quite funny seeing how well we knew each other just through cards.
Anyway! afterwards during conversations, he said he wanted to get me flowers instead but didn’t know if I’d be okay with that (since flowers are REALLY expensive.)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
Now, I’ve never had anyone give me flowers before, and I’m someone who doesn’t really get a kick out of their partner buying them loads of stuff and especially not expensive stuff. Unless I can give back, but I agreed he could get me flowers, because I really love them!
He ended up coming home with a HUGE bouquet of flowers. He’s a bit of an outdoors enthusiast deep down, and actually picked the carnations himself, they asked him what colours I liked and he knew, whites, blacks, reds and greys, I’m quite boring colour-wise really! The bouquet he bought back had some really beautiful red and white roses, daisies, carnations…all sorts in one beautiful bunch!
They’re so beautiful, I’m going to be a so heartbroken when they die! First flowers ever bought for me was a bouquet of them.
Man I love that guy.

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Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Fat February

Usually, the start of the year is the time to set yourself a resolution of 'getting fit' for the new year, cutting down the carbs and getting to the gym.

Truthfully, I've never been one of those people, and I think the past week shows that...terribly well.

In 7 days, I had...


Fish & Chips (Takeaway)
Dominos Pizza (With Wedges and garlic bread)
Nandos. (Okay mostly for the mash potato and I only had 1/4 chicken...but still!)
Fish and Chips (Wetherspoons style)

Bacon roll (It was accompanied by a long walk though?)
& Macaroni cheese, which although cooked at home, has sooo much cheese in it.

I am officially a fat person!
Okay, it could be worse...I didn't snack through those days and I only eat a meal a day (yeah I'm terrible I know) but still!

Three cheers for fat years.

In all seriousness though, I can't let myself eat takeaway any longer, we nearly ended up getting a chinese in too and with beers on the side I am losing pounds from my pocket rather than my tum.

This week is STRICTLY. Home made cooking!

A lot of people say the best way to stick to that is to plan meals in advance, but how the hell do people do that?! I can understand doing two weeks to a months worth of food shopping...but planning what you want for tea a week in advance?! I'm not that kind of person. I can barely decide what I want on the day to be fair, I have to really want something or have something in. I can't go "Thursday is 3 days away and I'm going to want pasta bake, and then on Friday I'll have spaghetti bolognese"

Thats not how I work!

So hopefully, with a little determination, I'll be looking at a nice figure from eating so many fruits and vegetables I turn into one.


As a side note, I get incredibly frustrated with the fact that fruit and veg is so expensive.
I think that is pretty much everyones problem with weight issues as they get older, companies will make meals for you and then freeze them in a box, thats £2. A freshly cooked meal of the same sort can cost around £6.


Example: Spaghetti and meatballs

Frozen meal: 

£1.50 - £2.00

Home cooked: 

Spaghetti - £1.00
Spaghetti/Pasta Sauce - £1.50

Meat - £4.00
Total - £6.50


Thats a crazy amount for one meal that you have to find the time to cook! 

But anyway, I shall no longer continue the madness that is Fat February and finally turn it into something positive! Fit February!