Wednesday, 31 December 2014

G o o d b y e . 2 0 1 4 .

I know I say this at the end of every year, but this year has absolutely been the best year of my life. I don't know how 2015 can top 2014, honestly. This has been the year that:

- I finished school
- I did my A levels and actually got good grades (how?!?!)
- I went to Zante with my best friends
- I went to my first festival
- I actually have a boyfriend now (?!?!)
- (I fell in love)
- I started university
- I managed to make actual friends at uni
- I'm so so happy

It's been a year of milestones and as lame as it sounds, 2014 is a year I'm never ever going to forget. I'm so thankful for everything amazing that's happened in these past twelve months. Of course, it's not all been joyful and plain sailing: this is also the year that my beautiful grandad died - the first time I've lost anyone close to me - and there have been unbelievable amounts of stress and tears at some points (looking at you, A levels). But it's okay, wonderful in fact, because I have a fabulous set of family, and friends and even a boyfriend to act as amazing pillars of support.

The fates, or God, or just a great series of incredibly fortunate events, have been so so good to me. I feel so lucky and so blessed to have the opportunities I do, but mostly to have the people in my life who I love so much. I hope you, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, have not only a wonderful night welcoming 2015, but also a wonderful year, and a wonderful life.

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

(1). My Christmas at home - Reunions

Wew, someone (me) got lazy and didn't post for over three weeks. I've been back from uni for ten days now and Christmas has been and gone. Of the 10 nights I've been back in de old London town, only 5 have been spent in my own bed because we went to my Grandma's house for the most miserable Christmas of my life. My cousins and aunt and uncle came over from America for the week and Grandma Green thinks the sun shines out of their arses so I didn't really have a great time witnessing their preferential treatment. On the bright side, the food was great and now I've got a fab stash of twelve books to work my way through, as well as lots of moneyz and cute lil bits and bobs.

The day after I got home from uni, my um, boyfriend (it's been like half a year and I'm still not used to saying that), Tom, picked me up at the ungodly hour of 8.30am for a cheeky McDonald's drive thru experience. We then drove over to Box Hill and climbed up some hella steep hills before having a nice little walk across the top of it. Walking back down was terrifying. Afterwards, I went into town with my dad and we just pootled round the shops. It was nice to be back in the town I've grown up in after being away from it for three months.

On Monday, Tom and I popped up to Camden because we hadn't been there together since July. We ate the Christmas special burger at Honest - absolutely amazing, by the way! - and picked up a few bits and pieces in the markets. I also got a sweet jumper from H&M, which I'll probably do a post on later because I love it so much, and tried the toffee latte in McDonald's - absolutely disgusting, by the way! Then we went to Southbank, the place of our first proper date (lol) and sat by the river reminiscing about the carefree days of year thirteen, and probably looking very pathetic doing so. In the evening, we drove over to a Christmas-jumper-themed party to see lots of our friends who we'd been apart from since September. Needless to say, I don't remember much of that night (see second photo for evidence), but a breakfast at McDonald's on Tuesday consisting of a Big Mac meal pepped me up nicely.

The rest of Tuesday was just spent at Tom's house chillllllin and admiring his various Christmas trees which are absolutely stunning. My mum took my brother and me out to the Harvester for dinner in the evening and we went for a little digestive walk along a road where 80% of the houses have the most insane Christmas lights. They even have collection boxes on their driveways to help fund their electricity bills because it's such a huge "tourist" attraction in our area. When we got home, I packed insanely fast because we were leaving for my grandma's place the next day. I'm honestly the worst over-packer in the entire world.

I seem to have forgotten how to blog because now my fingers are tired from typing and all the thoughts in my head have turned to mush. There's no way I'm going to be able to continue this summary of my Christmassy time, so let's break it down into parts, this being part one. I'll be back for part two when I can be bothered, and when I can actually get everything down coherently!

Saturday, 6 December 2014

Decembering around

Happy December! This is by far my favourite month of the year. Everyone gets so excited for Christmas and there are lights and tinsel and presents everywhere and, above all, everyone seems so much happier. I think that's what I love the most. I don't feel like I've properly got into the Christmas spirit yet though because I've got two assignments to finish (to start too, come to think of it...) before I can go home. I finish uni on the 19th which is a week later than everyone else, so it's kind of a bummer that I'm missing all the reunion parties at home because I'm 200 miles away.

I'm currently all alone in my student house. The two girls who live upstairs with me have gone home for the weekend, and my two bezzies from downstairs are visiting their families too. There's also a French exchange student who lives downstairs but she's always round at her French-friends-from-home's houses, so I never see her. To make the most of this time, I've been singing SO loudly and walking round in my underwear. It also means that I don't have to wear headphones when I do my marathon skype calls, and I don't need to ask anyone if they're using the oven, or if they need the bathroom right now, and I don't find that my oven tray is coated in grease because my housemate from hell never fucking washes up for herself, or when she uses our things. Fucking hell.

Being alone is good because I'm not one of those people who can take being with other people 24/7. Can you tell that eleven weeks of this is a little bit much for me? I kind of need to get home now and sleep on a good mattress, and eat proper mum-cooked food, whilst sitting on an actual sofa. God, I miss sofas.

On the bright side, I have two advent calendars (fat shit, I know), a wonderful best friend, and a fabulous boyf. I also do actually like my uni friends (contrary to what it may have sounded like two minutes ago!!!) and I'm so lucky to have found them. I went out with a group of them on Wednesday this week for dinner and we somehow wound up in the VIP lounge in the club with free champagne?! I didn't even know it was going to happen so it was a great night. (Spot me in the dress I always wear...)

Aaaaand, even though I usually only go out once a week, I'd also ventured out on Monday night to a UV themed night at the best Christmas decorated club I've ever seen. I think it might have been the best night out I've had whilst I've been at uni. It was a lot of fun, and a trip to the chicken shop on the way home never goes amiss.

Finally, as tragic as it may sound, my boyfriend (still so weird saying that, it's taking some getting used to!) and I have made a bit of a habit of opening our advent calendars together on skype at midnight. It is a bit hard because he's 150 miles away but I think we're doing goooood, beatin da distance. Things like this make it a lot easier:

This was supposed to be a happy post but it's turned into more of a life update one. Hope you're all well and livin the dreaaaam.

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