So, no picture? Thats because Im at my friends house for the week, ofcourse. I think she just smashed a cup. Oh no, its fine. Well, anyway. Monday night we played snog, marry, avoid (Or kill, but that was later on.) until eleven pm. Today, waking up at half six pooped me. I havent woken up that early for over a year. Its really not healthy !! Okay, so this post is short because I really do not enjoy Rebecca's laptop. Its really small and my hands are all crampy now. Cinema tomorrow, I think we're seeing letters to juliet. Eclipse comes out in ten days. The UK is not happy. I am not happy. We get to see it last. I wont rant now, Ill be civil.

Lots of love, Vicky. xxx

Yeah, this is my favorite picture right now.

Now, on with the blog !!

Here we are again. Another Sunday evening. Sun setting slowly in the dull blue sky. This weekends been lazy for me. Mainly I was sat around playing Uno on the xbox 360. Its been so warm too. The sun hasnt let any sign of quitting. This whole week should be warm. I have no idea how many ice lollies I have eaten in the past few days, but I think if I look in the mirror, a giant orange ice lolly will be staring back at me. I hope Becca has a decent supply of popsicles. (Yeah, I realise Americanism’s are invading the English language. May as well be ahead of the fad, right?)

So, this week Im going to be over Rebecca’s house. Her mum went on holiday for the week and Rebecca needs company. (And a maid? I know I’ll end up tidying.) We’ve already planned a swimming sesh and a cinema trip. Jeesh, Im going to need money that doesnt exsist! Im sure my £35 or so should do. £15 for the week bus pass to get to and from school. Out of my own money, may I add, because my mother thinks its a stupid idea to look after my best friend when I could easily stay home and get to school for free. She obviously doesnt get the whole concept of teenagers. Teenagers socialize, bitch/get bitched about, experiment with drugs, alcohol and maybe sex, not that I would do them at sixteen, and dont like their parents or respect them as much as they should. So, Thats leaves around £20 to go swimming and for the cinema. I wonder what we will watch. Maybe Shrek 3? Where ma witches at !?

Yeah, My mother has been a bit horrible lately, from my perspective. I know its no excuse, but I think its because she’s scared about her biopsy. Yeah, biopsy. She has to go in at eight in the morning for day surgery on her own. They’re going to take some of the lumpy thang at the bakc of her throat out and then send it for tests to see if its cancerous or not. She has to give up smoking, but she’s still not doing anything about it. Her attitude is rotten with everything at the moment. She’s always yelling at me to do things. The other evening we were sat outside and we had an argument. I stormed off up to my room after declaring that I wouldnt be part of this family any more. I sat for a while and then went downstairs to apologize. I explained that I felt like she was being really snappy lately and she said I was the one being snappy. I simply said I was being like it because she was being like it. It worked for a while, but shes back to what she was before. But, atleast I was the bigger person, right? I mean, I apologized to her and explain why I said what I said. Does that show her that Im actually mature now? I dont think she sees it though. The same day she went on saying that Becca was so much more mature than me and stuff like that. The thing is, Im mature to, when I need to be. I just dont think she trusts me. She has so many reasons to trust me though. I didnt bugger off with some bloke when I was thirteen, like my sister, and Im not going to get married to the first person I go out with when Im eighteen, like my brother. Im the only one out of the three of us to actually do exams and get grades, but she still treats me like im immature. I dont get it, what am I supposed to do to prove to her? Become Becca? I swear thats what she wants. She tries to get me to dress like her, you should see the shoes she bought me. They’re exactly the same as Becca’s except they’re black. Do I need to get a job, move out and get my own house to prove to her that Im older than what she thinks?

Im seventeen in exactly a month. Wow. I only just realised after looking at my calendar. Oh, Robert, why didnt you say anything!? I think Robert Pattinson is going to be Edward scissorhands in the remake of the film with the same title (Oh the wonders that you find out from Louise and Seann’s Twitters.) You cant beat the original. Johnny depp is too cool for Rob to compete. So, Seventeenth. Well, Im kinda freaked out with being sixteen still, so who knows whats going to happen when im seventeen. Yeah, the same old same old. Much to my Mothers dislike, Becca, Lizzie and I are going to cornwall on holiday for ten days from the 26th of July, the day before my birthday. It will be my first holiday without family, and my first holiday where I will celebrate my birthday. Im actually pretty excited, except the fact that it is more than likely to cost a lot of my own money. My own money because, yet again, my mother refuses to give me anything towards it. Im supposed to get an £100 EMA (Education matenance allowace. Yeah, I get paid to go to school. Have to attend every lesson, but hey ho. £10 a week.) bonus in July, so aslong as I sign for it then I should get it. That will go towards CiC. (Thats Camping in Cornwall. Its so cool, it gets an abbreviation.)

Im off to settle down now. I have to finish packing for tomorrow and Im eager to find out what happens to James Stark in ‘Untamed’. Its the 4th book in the house of night book series. Goodnight Bloggee’s. Lots of love, Vicky.

#RandomFact I went to Radio One’s Big Weekend in Swindon last May and met Alesha Dixon. Not to mention that I talked to her for a good ten or so minutes. She really is that cool.

After school today, Rebecca and I went into town and had a nice sit down in our favey ever place, subway. We hung around town in general, and we did a lot of walking. Hawkins bazar, a Toy shop, was crazy. We messed around in there for a while and then went upstairs to play on some Ipads. They're cool, but not what either of us expected. It was tiny to what I thought It would be.




Then we wandered off into House of Fraser and tried out some of the cool chairs there. We were all "Oh, we so need to buy this when we move in together" We even found a Big Brother stylee chair. Yeah, Im a housemate, im cool.




It was pretty warm today, and being in the sun for such a long time makes someone tired, right? Okay, so, when I got home I was pooped. I have no absolutely no idea how I managed to drag myself up the stairs if im completely honest. So, I got home and heres what happened. Yeah, its story time.

Victoria: "Hey, Im home. Hey, Mum, wheres my dinner...in the fridge or..."
Mother: "I didnt make it, make it yourself"
Victoria: "But Im tired... I thought you were going to make me..."
Mother: "Im tired, I was looking after the kids all day."
Vicoria: *Storms off into kitchen muttering stuff under her breath*

Now, Bare it mind dear reader, that the kids were A) A child in a pram happyily chewing on a biscuit and B) a four year old jumping on a trampoline being all "Look at me, look at me. Im so cool." Plus, when she says 'All day' its basically less than two hours. Whereas I walked a rather long way in the sun. I mean, c'mon. I took some photo's from my walk back to the bus station. Did I ever mention Im just that cool?




Okay, so I am going to go to sleep now. So goodnight, my dear friends. Love yoooou.

#RandomFact When Im overtired, I get really hyper.

Im posting this quick blog to show you a little something something. I was being really cool and UrbanDictionary'ing my name and found the cutest thing ever!! Check it out.

Vicky:

Strong of spirit, Vicky is that rare individual whose charisma draws the attention of even the most hardened individual. She is a woman who holds the light of the heavens in her eyes and the soul of the sea in her kisses for they sweep you away to places that sailors pine for as they nurse their rum on a cold lonely night.

Vicky is mother and child. For one moment her face glows while holding her precious ones and then the next it displays it's fear in thinking that she is not precious herself.

Vicky will feel compassion for a stranger in need but not notice when she leads ones soul to bleed. She will believe when it fits her picture and deny that which may alter her reality. She luvs to easily but refuses to be loved.

Vicky is an enigma.

A Vicky is a person of great intelligence. They are compassionate in everything they do. They have the ability to bring many positive things to a relationship. They enjoy Politics, Wine, Fine Food, Swimming, Travel, Padres, Beaches, Academic Discourse, Steam Rooms, Romance Languages, Van Gogh, Chanel, Live Music, Pearls, Scrabble, Paris, and Golf; among many other life empowering things. A Vicky is so sweet you will fall in love with one at first sight and even more so as they tangle your mind with so many positive adventures. Although only 4’11” (Im actually 5'7" but whatever) a Vicky is a giant that inspires and challenge those closest to them to become wonderful. A Vicky is not perfect, but one is well worth investing your heart and soul into. The only down fall to a Vicky is that they tend to stay in relationships longer than they should. They put up with things that are not healthy. A strong woman of mind yet week with the heart. A Vicky always wears their heart on their sleeve. One needs to take a break and focus on self development before reinvesting into another relationship. To sum up a Vicky the balance is more positive than negative. If you ever have the chance to meet a Vicky don’t hesitate. Eventually Vicky will figure it out and make a huge difference in the world. Love a Vicky today!

Awr xD

So, right now its around 10.30am. I woke up at 8am and have been reading several different books this morning in hope of being able to pick a favourite. See, I couldnt sleep because Im stressed over all the school work I have to complete for this week. Its worse that revising for exams, I swear! Not only do I have to worry about my work, my laptop is slowly melting. By melting, I mean the place where you put the charger in is disfigured and such. My laptop will go eventually, because bit by bit, its going to the place of no return. One charger, which was the replacment charger of the original after it melted, blew up the other day. It scared the poop out of me (Poop...hee hee). The damn charger left my room smelling like a party popper. Now im using this weird one thats even scarier. It makes weird fan noises and then makes some sort of loud humming noise. I pray that it doesnt blow up too, because I cant live without the internet !!

So for work I have to stress out about this week, I have approximently the following. A PowerPoint Presentation on Legalisation, A PowerPoint Presentation on my favourite book (Which I have yet to have chosen.), A presentation on thursday to prepare for on the Psychodynamic approach to psychology, an essay about computer security, an essay about something else, a booklet to fill in and complete and to finish my ever-growing list, I have to answer a sheet of questions on the first chapter of the book “The Great Gatsby”. So my week seems fun. The whole of tomorrow, Ill have to sit somewhere like the library and type up the Essay’s and one of the two powerpoints, and then Ill have to come home and neglect the laptop (Yeah right, as if that will happen) to read “Youth in revolt” so I can use it as my favourite book. I will, most likely knowing me, wander onto the laptop to look for cliff-notes or whatever Rebecca called them and use them to describe my so-called Favourite book that I havent actually read. I dont read that much, even if according to Becca I do nothing but. Ive not read that many books.

See, Rebecca, being the besty-friend-ever-in-the-whole-wide-world-whos-always-stealing-my-cup’s-of-tea-and-loves-her-dib-dabs brought over a bunch of her many books. (She reads more than me I swear, and shes the one telling me Ive practically read a librarys worth of books. She has a library in her bedroom, I swear!) Okay, so by bunch, she bought over like five. When I woke up with nothing to do this morning, I read the first very boring chapter of “The Great Gatsby” before picking up some of Becca’s books. First, I tried Jo Brands “It’s Different For Girls” but after reading the prolouge, I couldnt really get into it, so I chucked it to the side and picked up the next book. (Okay, so I didnt chuck it.) The next book was Ben Eltons “Blind Faith”. I read the bit on the back and then read the first page before getting entirely bored and confused. Baring in mind the first page was a few sentances about some man named Trafford, which I must admit, I thought it was a guy going out into his town and saying Hello to it, and I was still tired. After putting that book back in the pile of glanced-at-and-never-to-be-touched-again books, I picked up Youth in Revolt. I have, ofcourse, heard of this book before, and Rebecca lugged it onto a bus before, so I had seen it before. Its a pretty darn big book. Rebecca is still a bit peeved that we missed the one week only showing of the film at the cinema. So, I read the first 10 pages and, it’s good. I mean, its a bit strange because its a 14 year old boy and he’s constantly talking about how sex-crazed he is, but its okay other than that... urrr....minor detail. Its not minor, he’s constantly talking about how he “Wanks his winkie” (Why Rebecca? Why?) Ill try to read the rest after I finish the booklet I have to fill in.

Psychology A2 level. Kill me now. You know, technically, Im in year 13 now. Last year of sixth form, and the last year I can spend at my wonderful school. But anyone, back to topic, Psychology. This year we’re doing Relationships, Aggression and Addictive behaviours. Well, I think were doing Adictive behaviours. I flicked through the revision guide (Which I am NOT going to lose this time) and it seemed familiar. I think Miss Davies may have mentioned it. Third page into the Relationships section of the book? “Reproductive behaviour”. Scanning down the page I can see big bold titles here and there saying things like “Different types of sexual selection” (I can hear Rebecca saying “Mmm” right about now. Haha). My charger seems to be calming down now. Scary stuff.

Today is June 20th 2010. Almost write 2020 then, woop I’m 26. Now, Im not obsessive so Im just going to touch on the fact its “Edward Cullens Birthday”. Im not trying to be horrible, but why do people seriously want to celebrate a fictional characters birthday? Stephenie Meyer has issues, Twin, issues. I dont even know how old he’s supposed to be. Like, old-and-wrinkly 114 or something. But, more importantly, Its Fathers day. Here my Daddy when he was little. Aint that cute!

The thing is, my dad wont be home until late, and plus, you dont even want to know what I (My mum) bought him. Socks. With “Best Daddy ever” on the side. Socks. Im ashamed. Socks? I dont even have a card for him. I will have to make one.Yeah, make one, like ive done since I was like five years old. You should see the little collection of the things ive made for people. Bottle people, cards, collages of pictures stolen out of the photo album. I was a rebel child, stealing pictures, cutting them up and sticking them on some paper to give as a present to my parents. The best thing I ever made for a family members birthday must have been the time when I convinced my parents to buy me a candle making set for beginners. I told them Id pay them back, knowing me I never did. So, I made a blue, a yellow and a green candle. Two were swirls and one was a star. Making candles is the best thing, next to making gingerbread biscuits. And now im hungry. Damn. Okay, well, I do have a lot of work to do and this blog entry writing is just a process in the vicious o’le procrastinating circle. Happy Fathers day!!

Don't say you're sorry
cause I'm not even breaking
you're not worth the time that this is taking

and I knew better
than to let you break my heart
the soul you'll never see again
won't be showing scars

you still love her
I can see it in your eyes
the truth is all that I can hear
everytime you lie.

Im sat on my bed, as per usual, eating rice for the second night in a row, not that Im complaining. Trying not to stress about the weeks to come and taking things a step at a time, im sat procrastinating, also as per usual, which definatly does not help matters. If im entirely honest, I dont know how much longer I can cope.

#RandomFact I found this cool way of taking pictures on my phone that add's them together ! LOOK !!


*Click to enlarge*

No one ever saw Alice. She was invisible. She was there, but people refused to acknowledge her exsistance. Every day, she'd walk through the school corridors with her head down in hope that nobody would push or shove her to the ground. People threw more than just words in her direction, and it was never by accident. Alice knew the reality was that where ever you go, there is always people out to ruin your life just to make themselves feel better. Alice had been the target for this since she was little, and now at seventeen years old, she was nearly at breaking point.

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