You wait for a silence
I wait for a word
Lie next to your frame
Go unobserved
You change your position
You're changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn't be

We're interrupted by the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent what's already begun
You're just a body
I can smell your skin
And when I feel it
You're wearing thin

But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say
Because I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me?

Sat on your sofa
Its all broken springs
This isn't the place for
Those violent strings
I try out a smile
And I aim it at you
You must have missed it
You always you do

But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say
Because I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only its too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me?

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows interrupted


And last year I learnt all about imagined stressors. Facepalm? I think so. I was all 'Oh my, three whole psychology booklets! Whatever will I do!?" ... But I was more common and all "Shite. Fuckloads of work. Im screwed!" Turns out one booklet was due in before the holidays, I just never did it, and the other booklet is being done later in the year (I think, It hasnt been mentioned by Miss Davies yet. O.o) I was up until half seven last night (Late for actually doing school work) finishing the booklet that I actually had to to for today. I was panic-y because I might of been kicked off the course if I didnt hand it in. Miss Davies likes to apply a lot of pressure on us. Its not good! Plus, I think shes just going to laugh at two of the pages Ive done in the booklet. They were the last ones I did because I was confused and shizz, and Im almost certain they're COMPLETELY wrong.

But Psychology out of the way, and onto English Lit and Lang A2 level. Well, we're reading 'The Great Gatsby' (Or atleast should have already done so and havent) and using the themes in it to do our coursework. I was thinking about picking something centred around the celebrity theme. I might go for adultury, because c'mon, who doesnt love a good oneshot about celebrities commiting adultury? Because we have to do one fiction and one non-fiction piece for coursework (And then the dreaded commentary) we are going over different fiction and non-fiction writing. The first choice the teachers, Miss Cain and Mrs Middlmass, have chosen is Obituary. Ya know, the whole famous-slash-well known death speech in a paper or something? Yeah, homework is to write our own. Im not dead yet, but If I do die sometime soon, and Ive written this dang thing, s'gunna be a bit ironic, isnt it? But, no, we have to make up our life. So basically its a famous, old, dead version of me. Im going to make out im a doctor in the ER, living with my best friend-from-med-uni in an apartment, and I met my fiancee on a night out. Sound familiar, L? -Wiggles eyebrows-

My bag has already broken twice in four days!! And my mother, suprisingly enough after my money-related tantrum yesterday (Im spoilt, and I dont like giving people money), she got her sewing stuff out and fixed it for me. Its kind of strange, the past two or three days, she's been kind of nice. Im the one thats being all teenage tantrum over here. Its not my fault im getting all .... hormonal! Literally, Im on the fourth day of back-to-school and Im overwhelmed. (Spelling check? -shrugs-) But I keep saying to myself that Id blog this quote. "Am I overwhelmed, or am I just not used to being this busy?" Yeah, Think about that!

Psychology topic 1 is Relationships. I was sat all unsuspecting when Miss Davies was all "This topic is interesting, Dont look so unhappy Victoria, this really is a great topic" and I was all D: ... Does she know I havent had a boyfriend since like.... AGES!? But anyway, Psychology seems interesting this year, with topics of Relationships, Aggression, Eating behaviour-slash-disorders, addictive behaviour and phobia's. Im looking forward to eating disorders and phobias. Im all for the abnormalities. Depression, schizophrenia, bi-polar. Its all pretty interesting to me. Expecially because when I leanrt about depression I was talking to my mum about it and she was all "Kelly does that.... oh, and that. OMG, I KNOW!" Lmao. Now she wont shut up about it.

I made a new internet friend...another American! Her name is Lesley and she's 22, and she has made my love for Nurse Jackie and P.Fach as Dr. Fitch Cooper re-surface! Wheeyyy. I have no RL life, do I? Nah, I love my internet friends too much to ditch them now.

Oh my days. Becca just rang me by accident and I can hear her and Mark talking about me. She's all "You hate everyone" and he was all "No I dont" and then she was all "Vicky" and then he was all "Not anymore"..... Yeah its not really that interesting. Lmao. Becca tends to ring me accidently alot. It freaks her out when I listen and talk to her the next day all "So, You were tidying your room singing to Katy perry last night at six o'clock"

Im going to go think about doing my obituary, but not actually do it. Ta-ta, my loveeerrrsss.

#RandomFact Im the only girl in my IT Btec class now and when we have Mr Campbell, I feel kind of vulnerable being surrounded by men. O.o

#RandomPicture Whey, Its my License to bite! Becca bought this beauty for my birthday.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting throught the wind
Wanting to start again

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you
Cause there's a spark in you

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own

You don't have to feel like a waste of space
You're original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed
So you can open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow
And when it's time, you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the Fourth of July

Cause baby you're a firework
Come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby you're a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"
You're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time to let it through.

One moment I’m telling myself I cannot cope with what I’ve done to myself and the next moment I’m telling myself to stay strong because I can do this, the world is my oyster, I can cope. But then, I’m back to telling myself I can’t cope. But, I refuse to accept defeat. At least, that’s what I’m saying in the frame of mind I’m in right now.

Monday, I go back to school. You probably know how much of a bad procrastinator I am. Well, over the holiday I was supposed to do homework, but here I am, last minute, and I’m rushing to finish it all for Monday. All last night and all today I’ve been sat on my mattress on the floor, writing board out, pencils, pens, paper and homework. Out of three booklets, I’ve done two so far. Almost, anyway. All for psychology. I was going to quit psychology, but then I got thinking, I can’t just quit because I thought it was too hard. I need to work at it, concentrate and actually go over things so they get into my brain. I can do this. Like the little train that was all “I think I can, I think I can”, except I’m clearly not a little train and… I know I can.

Being Seventeen… No, strike that, being a teenage girl is so confusing. Last week, for at least three whole days I thought “Yeah, Maybe my life isn’t as bad as I thought, things are finally falling into place” and then bam! Disaster ensues my state of mind. What made me think my life was finally falling into place? This is my blog, my life, I’m going to be as honest as I possibly can. I came back from Newcastle with my best friend in the world and I was really content and happy. I came home and my parents were nice to me, they actually missed me, they gave me hugs and asked about literally everything. I had met a guy who I genuinely thought was nice and we both got along to the point where it was a possible relationship. Then it started to go downhill. I have no idea why. Things like this just seem to happen when your state of mind is changed. You just wake up and everything is different. I got over the whole starry-eyed thing over the possible relationship, because I’m clearly not ready for that sort of thing. I may always be like “I want a boyfriend” but the truth is, I don’t think I always mean it. Of course it would be nice, but I’m confused about everything, including myself (Not sexually. I’m straight with a slight chance of Katy Perry/Ashley Greene/L/S, but we all have same gender crushes. My brother likes Michael Buble, but then again, who wouldn’t?). At seventeen, you don’t know who you are or what you want to do with yourself. Your biggest problems are your friends (Or lack thereof), food, the latest music and technology, parents, family in general, and how to treat your newest volcano face outbreak. You shouldn’t have to worry too much about what career you want to be in or money problems your parents are having because your dad was transferred to another building company and gets paid less.

My mum got over the whole “Oh, I missed you this week, my wonderful daughter, don’t ever leave me again” stage she goes through when I’m gone for longer than four days and started to snap at me for the smallest things. I had only just stepped into the kitchen for a glass of water and she was all “You’re in the way!”. I was barely in the room. And then my dinner was given to me. A packet of discounted chicken slices. Optional micro waving, if I could get past my mum without getting in her way first.
Then today, I tell her that I need half of the money for the trip to Newcastle, because she said she would go halfsy’s with me. She tried anything to weasel her way out of the £24:50 she had to give me. She was all “I gave you £40 the week before you left” and I was all “But £20 of that was for the school books Becca ordered for me off Amazon, and then the other £20 was for school stuff like paper, pens, pencils and stuff” We argued for a good 10 minutes until she handed over £25. I like the times when I win. I also LOVE proving my mum wrong, but who doesn’t?
So, yeah, yesterday I hit a downer. It’s safe to say I had a bad day because I was so stressed. I mean, all of those depressed tweets I did made me get pissed off with myself, so who knows what the people reading them were thinking. Today, I woke up and actually started to sort my school work out and yes, it does make me feel better. As soon as I get into the swing of being back in school, I’m going to organise everything. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself now. I’m going to restrict being online until I’ve done the homework I was assigned that day, and I’m going to keep everything organised in files, as well as making revision sheets/notes once a week.

List of things to lower my moooooood;
School work
Amount of school work
Boys
Family
Friends
Money
Job
Major facial outbreak alert!

List of things to raise my moooooood;
School is worth it. The grades you get will help you with the whole Job thing.
Amount of school work gives you something to do, even if it is worse than being bored.
Two separate boy problems. One nice ex-stalker-y dude who still likes me, one new nice normal-y dude who likes me and.. Whoops, still thinks I like him. One solution. Forget about it! Not worth the stress until you know yourself first.
Family. Let them get on with it. They’re your family, you have to have a marmite relationship with them, but you always love them, even when you hate them.
Friends. They aren’t leaving you. They’re having something called a life that isn’t centred around you. As soon as you realise that, you’ll be better off.
Job. You know your cousin is trying his best to get you that weekend night job at Curry Cottage on the phones. £70 a week. You can do it, when you get it!
Major volcano face. Clearasil, nose pore strips and face masks are in the bathroom for a reason. Use them, numb nuts!

I might be slightly Bi-polar at times. Damn me and my me-ness. I’ve gone and confused myself, so who knows how you’re coping! Stick a fork in me, I’m done!

Im back! Didya miss me? No!? Well, Feck you then.

Seeing you didn’t miss me, guess Ill just have to go and find something better to do instead of telling you all about the BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE. (Number one, because who knows when Ill have the 2nd best week of my life.) Oh, you want to know? Well then.

Saturday my dad drove me to Becca’s house, ready to go to Newcastle the next day. We ate dinner, which was Crab and the first time I’ve ever eaten such a thing, before watching X factor on the sofa (Almost said couch then, Damn me and my over-usage of Americanism’s) with Ben. Yes, Ben. Long story there, but Ill leave that for you to make up. –Shrugs- Could be a cousin for all you know. Well, anyways, we woke up at half eight Sunday morning, ready to drive to London. On the motorway to London, I could have sworn I saw Elizabeth Reaser in a silver Porsche. But then again, as Rebecca kept mentioning, just because we were in London, doesn’t mean we’ll see any Celebs. When we got to London, we got a coach to Newcastle. Six. Hours. On. A. Coach. Oh my lord, my bum could have run away and I wouldn’t have noticed.

When we got to Newcastle, we met up with Becca’s Aunty Christine, who is one of the nicest people you will ever meet, and then got driven back to her house where we basically ate our pasta and collapsed on the double bed in our room. We woke up the next day at like eleven o’clock. Good times. Monday was when we went out to Frankie and Benny’s, where I had a Chicken Caesar wrap and fries and loved it, before going to the Odeon IMAX to watch Salt, which was good, but very confusing. It ended abruptly, and I am not expecting a sequel called Pepper, or some other condiment. Vinegar? –Shrugs-

Tuesday we went down to Whitley Bay for lunch. We went to a place called “Sambucca” and I had a nice Cannelloni. Wednesday was the day we drove to Edinburgh. It took us two hours and we had to wait for the ship to go through the locks. Edinburgh smells vaguely like chalk. Just saying. So we went on the ship for the night and had a nice posh meal at the steak restaurant named Prime C. I had Crab cakes for starters, Chargrilled ‘Kobe’ beef sliders for the main and Fresh Fruit sorbet for dessert. Oh. My. Days. Best meal evar! Kobe beef? Yeah. It’s the most expensive beef in the world. Know why? Because the cow is apparently massaged and given acupuncture while its alive to make the meat more tender. And yes, its all soft and yummy! And Sorbet!? Don’t even start me on the sorbet. It’s the best dessert in the world. Passion fruit, plum and lemon. All three were so good, I’ve wanted more since.

Thursday we had breakfast on the ship. We had American bacon. S’Yeah! The small crispy stuff that you cant use a fork with. Mine flew everywhere before I learnt that. That afternoon we drove back to Newcastle. Friday we went to a different Frankie and Benny’s to meet Becca’s great uncle Dave and then when Christine came back from teaching one of her driving students, we went to the Theatre Royal to watch Chess the musical. That was brilliant. But then, Saturday, I had to say goodbye. Me and Becca dragged out suitcases back to the coach station and sat for another six hours to get back to London. Then we had to get a tube to Paddington from Victoria, which didn’t exactly work out well to start with, but once we got on the train it was all good. Then we got back to Swindon where Ben picked us up and drove us to Becca’s house, ready to watch X factor and drool over Katy Perry.

Now, Im just ready to sleep for the rest of the week. School soon though, and I still have Psychology homework to do. Oh, the non-exsistant joy. But its fine now. Life couldnt be much better. Possible Job... Possible.....and everything will be fine.

Until the next time, Im collapsing and sleeping for a year. Night!

Right now, It is 11am. I woke up at 9am, earlier than Im used to right now, and hopped in the shower. Half an hour later, I got out, got changed and looked for the medium sized suitcase under my parents bed. It wasnt there O.o but all is not lost, I just looked in the wardrobe and there is was, all lonely. Now, Im all packed and ready for a good week with my best friend evar. I am listening "Not like the Movies" by Katy Perry. Its Beccaaarrrrr's favey song right now, and I like it, but I prefer "Teenage Dream."

Yesterday I woke up at like, 12pm, and phoned Becca all "So whats occuring? Are you picking me up tomorrow and shizz?" and Becca was all "We're leaving Sunday" and then I went all knob-ish and was like "I know, Sunday is tomorrow....." and then I realised it was Friday after waking up and planning my day as if it was Saturday and I was leaving for Newcastle the next day. See, Imma knob. It was so funny though.

Had a laptop scare yesterday. My mum killed it O.o It would not turn on. But this morning my dad was all oblivious and turned it on, for it to actually work. So, No worries, people, VideoCall's can still happen every now and then. But, just not this week, because Im trying to act all smart/posh/rich/famous with Becca. Seeing I have next to nothing for my smart/posh clothes. Im wearing my old school trousers.

Im all nervous about this week. Im going to meet all these people in Becca's family and stuff, with me all "O.o -Shakes hand- Hi."
I am seriously not good with meeting new people. When I met Becca's dad and his girlfriend Bev, I was an idiot. Worst. Joke. Of. My. Life. I literally cannot think of that day and what I said without wanting to crawl into a hole and die. So we're eating dinner, and we're all talking about our dream day, and Becca's Dad is all "I'd eat a long lunch" and I was all "Long lunch as in the time you take, or a long plate" -Facepalm- I apparently then stared at everyone waiting for them to get the joke. Bad. Actual. Times. I didnt notice this until Becca mentioned it the next day however, So thanks for that. Lmao.

I will be quiet this week, Becca, just to warn you. Ill be all stuck to your side like a siemese twin. But, It'll be fine. We'll have the best time ever and Ill help you get over your exam results. Still have to do our Psychology homework, just saying. Two booklets. Two weeks. Wheeeyy. We're fecked.

Week of my life #1, Im ready for ya!

I sincerly hope I dont discover I get sea sick. O.o

-Skips off into the sunset, dragging my suitcase, with my arm linked with Becca's- (Lolz!)

#RandomFact The picture at the top. My Dad did that. -Nods lots- He built the wall and found the little Gargoyle thing and stuck it in a hole in the wall. My dad's cool like that.

#RandomPhoto O.o Random Photo? Lolz. I drew a crayon with a crayon and im all "Hmm, which ones the real one, Im confused" Haha. Im not a poser or anything. -Over-Exaggerated Wink-

*Really old picture*

Yesterday I died; tomorrow's bleeding
Fall into your sunlight
The future's open wide beyond believing
To know why hope dies
And losing what was found, a world so hollow
Suspended in a compromise
But the silence of this sound is soon to follow
Somehow sundown
And finding answers
Is forgetting all of the questions we call home
Passing the graves of the unknown

You remember all those posts way back in july or something about my revising in the library and all that malarky? I got my As-Level results today. Walked to school with no socks on, not a strange metaphor by the by, and got the sheet of paper from the school hall. Mother used the most disappointed disappointment line I have ever heard; “Atleast you got a grade.”

o.O

So, after all that Psychology revision, what did I get? Well, the resit for the first unit was pointless, seeing I got the same grade again, even though I revised so much more. You saw those revision sheets!? Points for effort, anyone? No. Damn. Unit two psychology I got a D. Wheeey. Target grade. Its okay, but I would have liked a higher grade, obviously. Now, English. The one where I read those really porny fairy-tales by Angela Carter. –Shivers- I got an E in the exam. But then again, I did get the easiest question wrong. Silly me, I got confused between elipsis and ellison. –Facepalm- For the second part of English, the coursework based on 'The handmaids tale" and "The Cruicible", I got a C. Yay!

Remember I said I was going to Newcastle with Rebecca and going on a Cruise ship? And then I said I wasn’t going because Im not normal and I don’t have any Photo Identification? Well, Im getting on with my birth certificate. Yeah, my birth certificate. Turns out I didn’t exsist for three whole days! My birth was registered on the 30th July. I was not happy when I found that out! So, Yay! Posh, expensive cruise ship in dock for free! Well, Minus travel to get there. I cant wait! I will, hopefully, take a lot of pictures. But what will I do with no Internet for a whole week!? Im having a heart attack just thinking about it. Its fine, Ill just knick Beccarrlaarr’s Ipod a few times or something. But, Im actually really common, and Im going on a cruise ship with a swindonian accent, where It’s £500 a night! or something like that. I’ll be stuck to Beccar’s side being all “I don’t want to say anything because I might balls it up.” I tend to do that a lot. When im nervous, I cant speak properly. I mess up my sentances and develop a stutter. Slightly anyhows. I stutter sometimes anyway, I noticed. I have no idea why. Meh –shrugs-

I was sat outisde eating dinner with my Mum and Dad last night, because I like to do that sometimes, as Im not a normal teenager, obviously. Hello? No Photo ID! But anyways, My Mum was going on and on about next week. She was all “What if there’s a celebrity on the ship” and I was all “I highly doubt a celebrity would be on a docked cruise ship in newcastle. Im not going to get on there, turn around and be all “Oh my days, Its that Jodie girl who plays Bree in Eclipse –Girl fan scream-“

Yes, I always relate things back to Twilight, it’s a talent. Much like Rebecca with her Gilmore Girls obsession.

Well, anyway, then my Dad got involved and was all “What would you do if the captian or whoever was showing you around and was all “R-z was in this room””
Me and my mother stared at him all confused-like. R-z? Obviously I knew who he meant, but seriously, R-z? Lmao! “R-Pattz, dad? Yeah, we still have to go build his parents wall down in London –Laughs-“ He looked at me confused. Bad actual times.
“Yeah, R-pattz. There’s a Z in there, I know what Im on about.”

See, No rant about mother! Just good stuff about how me, my mum and my dad talk about the most random things ever. I love times like that. Where I just sit and talk with them about anything and everything. Usually I go down and sit on the sofa with a cup of tea watching the television while mum plays on her Xbox and flicks between Spyro and Big Brother. And then we end up talking about how Mario needs to get out of the house right now and how much we actually love Josie.

No rants, just love.



I love Trading Yesterday’s songs. This one, I remember laying on the swinging chair in my back garden, sun out, blue sky and just listening to it over and over again. Best thing in the actual world. My TY song would be either Change My Name or Revoloution. The TY songs all remind me of something different. Its like a audio memory jog.

#RandomFact A-Level Results is trending on Twitter? Jonathon Ross’s daughter got good grades and is now off to Uni to study Psychology. I don’t like her. O.o

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever

You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back


Im enjoying a little Katy Perry "Teenage Dream" music video right now. First time Ive heard the song, but it will definatly be one for me to have on my phone. Hello!? Shes in bed with a guy. And he's stripping her off. Oh my, Katy Perry in her underwear. Girl crush is definatly Katy Perry right now. I would. Im over Ke$ha. Katy Perry is where it's at. Haha. And, just to let you know, I have it on repeat. She's undoing her trousers again. Im so not perving here.... I want breast's like hers! Why does Katy look like Zooey Dechannel!? Im not the only one that thinks this! Katy was in like, New york or somewhere like that, and she was in her car and sombody shouted "Wheeyy, Zooey Deschannel!" at her. Apparently Zooey has been asked about this before as well, and she isnt happy about it.

Im going to copy something my friend Shannon does on her blog. She's cool like that. She's obsessed with "Remember me" and we had a little argument over the morals in Twilight Vs Remember me on facebook. So, here we go. 5 Random things. Im cool like that. Okay, so number one. Im banned from drinking energy drinks like red bull because they give me the major shakes and make me hyper. Number two. My intercom phone is the bane of my life and is really annoying. Number Three. I use too many film quotes. Lately, it's "Im in love with the idea of being in love" because clearly I am, and It makes me confused. Number four. That quote is from Eclipse. Like, the best film ever. Number five. I recently recorded myself singing "My boy builds coffins" by Florence and the machine and actually liked the way I sounded. But, I deleted it seconds after because I dont want anybody to hear.

Nora. I have a confession. When you asked for a name and I gave you "Rebecca Lloyd" I did use a real name. But I saw it on your blog and it made me laugh. I actually love you. You little ball of randomness and your "TYTaco" and "BRBurito". You strange, strange girl. Dont ever change!

Im not sat here on my bed raving. Honest.

Oh, Jeez. I miss Becca and Lizzie. Lizzie and her peach slices. Oh, Lizzie. They're on holiday in weymouth. Well, they were. They're coming home today. I promised Becca I'd write a long blog all about her, but Im just going to write a little something here, because its not a wise this to give her a big head.

Rebecca Lloyd,

You are the actual best IRL friend I could ever have. I say IRL because online you forget to reply to me on MSN and facebook. But its okay, because youre so damn cool and have loads of friends other than me, so you have to make time for them too. You've made me cry, you bitch. That time you MSN'd me all "i'm not even joking, you are the only person that has actually not lied to me""i have you, and you are the best person in the whole entire world""thankyou for being so lovely Vicky. I really do love you a lot.""you're the most genuine, lovely, ridiculous person i know. I'm honestly truly blessed to be your friend." December 21st 2009. Just saying.

You make me laugh and smile, you stick up for me when Im too shy to. You listen to my stupid rambles about anything and everything, you know everything about me and I know everything about you. Its crazy how we are friends now. If we were sat in art at the begining of year ten, with grand ole Mr Deacon, and somebody asked us if we'd become best friends, I'd probally shrug and you'd be all "Fuck no". I know how much you loved me back then. Lmao. However much my Mother dislikes you and thinks I just follow everything you say, which yeah, I kinda do but happily because I actually have a life now, I love you to bits.

Without you, I would have never discovered Subway and the wonders of the public library. Id be stuck with Hayley being immature 24/7 and listening to her talk about sex, lipstick, shoes and cosmo. Oh, and Angus. Because she would never shut up about him, even when he started to go out with Elizabeth. She did, however, stop talking about him when she found out he was going to grow his hair and get dreadlocks.

Love you loootttsssss and lots like jelly tots and vodka shots, with Pim's on the side.

Love from your besty friend, Victoria Jayne Telling.

Family Reunion tomorrow. Im going to be followed around by little kids while I slowly get drunk. I havent offically been drunk. Like, Proper drunk drunk, but I dont think Ill do it tomorrow because my Grandad will be sat in the livingroom.

And out of nowhere, a list of people I could not live without in my life. In no particular order.
Seann
Louise
Christina
Zoey
Rebecca
Lizzie
Claire
Charlotte
Nora
Kassie
Darcy
Shannon
My blog readers, who are amazing!
and everybody else !!

Im going to tell you this once, my wonderful reader. Whoever you may be, I think about you constantly. Your name is always crossing through my mind, over and over again. Especially if it starts with an S or an L. Just saying. You mean so much to me and there isnt a day I dont think of you and wonder how you are, even if it doesnt seem like it. I love you a lot. and will do forever. and there is nothing you can ever do about that. and If you try, I might just have to beat you up.

This, my friends, is one epic post, noh? Well, Thats because this is my 100th post! Thanks to Seann for inspiring me to start inspirations way back when. She is my inspiration. I look up to her as if she were a real sister of mine. Love love love to her always. Every February, she'll be my valentines. ;)

Thank you for reading my blog, even if it is just some randomer's ramblings about their life and how crap it can be sometimes and how awesome it is other times. I send you hugs and kisses for being the awesome person you are.

And Remember, Love yourself, and others will follow.

oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Hugs and sloppy kisses.

#RandomFact Omeagle is the shizz. It's chatroulette with no camera's and its hilarious!

Gnome!! Im random, I know.

I last updated my Twilight FanFiction "Catch Me" in June. I started writing it all the way back in march. I think over the next few days I might try and write the last chapter. I didnt write for so long because I was ending it. Thats always a problem with me. As soon as I know somethings about to end or that Im going to finish it, I just give up. Catch Me is a Twilight FanFiction about Alice and Jasper, but also it about my friendship with Louise and Seann. I wrote it for them, but I ended up getting 125 Reviews by the time I got to chapter 37. I wrote 24,661 words!

The next post will be this blog's 100th!! I will make sure to do a nice long, detailed post!
But anyhow's. Onto my random ramblings of my life.

Eclipse sold out just as we got to the desk, so we ended up watching "Knight and day" It was a good film, minus the fact every time I looked at Tom Cruise I thought of Peter Fachinelli. Do they not look alike !? I really think they do. Not all the time, but they can. Lolz, Im actually writing this without looking at the keyboard. Im staring at the tele and watching The Suite Life On Deck. I know, Disney is cool.

Saturday is my Family Reunion and im looking forward to actually having something to eat. The house is full of food, but it's all off limits. Worst thing ever. All of the food is the junk food, but thats the best kind! Pringles and cadbury mini rolls and mini pizza's ready to cook. Im hungry and this is not helping me.

Im freaked out! My music stereo (Which I have to dismantle and take downstairs for the weekend -Le sigh-) keeps going all weird on the Eclipse Soundtrack. Especially on the first four songs. The lights flicker loads but then stop on the other CD's I put in it.