floating in the clouds

This past weekend me and my friends decided on a spontaneous drunken adventure in Nottingham city, we needed to forget about work and adult life, let our hair down, and dance the night away in a mind blurred, feet aching rage. And it was one of the best weekends of my life. I need to write about how great my weekend was, but I also remembered that the first ever time I went clubbing I was on the internet mass researching about what clubbing was like, how I should prepare, etc etc. I needed to know everything. So while I post about my great weekend I'm also going to share my personal wisdom to the world on how to have the greatest night ever. Preparing I take the entire day to get ready. I have to sleep in because you'll be out late, I have to have a bath and scrub, and face mask, and moisturise every. Single. part. of. my. body. I have to make my hair pretty, my makeup pretty... I love the process of getting ready for nights out. I have an addiction to buying dress...

I've been trying to get a post up since Christmas Eve! I've barely worked over Christmas because my brother has been off school and I've had to babysit while my mum works. So I've had a really nice relaxing week, although I can feel myself rotting away everyday I spend inside without fresh air. As it's the very first day of January today I've decided to finally write up a post, about my resolutions for the year and a quick summery of 2016 itself. 2016 was without a doubt a tragic year, filled with ridiculous people that don't need the name mentioning, and countless losses of celebrity childhood heroes, and personal ones too. And Brexit... it was all very eventful and caused a lot of division across the world. But also taught many the importance of being united. Hopefully 2017 will be much better, and here's to hoping we don't get a word war three. However personally, 2016 has been my happiest and favourite year to date. I overcame a lot of fears...

So, third year running, this post has got to go up once again. Every year I post the same photos of the same lights that go up in my home town. I'm not bored of it, I love going to see the lights every year, I mean they're not the best things in the world, my city isn't the best city in the world, some little kid literally had an argument with us because he was destroying one of the displays and my mum muttered "no respect" and he was like "no respect?" and broke more of it whilst staring at us. I wanted to dangle him by his ankles. Kids in my hometown are fantastic. And the parents are even more so. But the lights are pretty, and the nativity scene is cute, and the ferris wheel is way too overpriced and my mum is way too scared of heights. But the gingerbread lattes are good and the John Lewis christmas section is beautiful.  I had a good day up town this day, I didn't get to see the switch on this year because I was working which I was mad abo...

Last week I got myself back onto the blogging wagon, I enjoyed having time to myself again to sit down and write posts, I was writing up to two/three a day to make up for the huge amount of posts that haven't gone up this year, I knew I wasn't going to have time to post on Friday or over the weekend because they were all 15 hour shifts (which yes, are absolute hell ) and this next weekend, which should be my weekend off, is Christmas and I think all I've got off is Christmas day. And I need a good rest so bad. So because of work hours I haven't posted in a few days again. And I wasn't going to post today because I feel like death, I've gone down with something and I have Christmas to prepare for, but I don't want to do anything. I'm working 4-10pm tonight and I hate those shifts at the minute, especially when I'm ill. So today I just wanted to sulk and mope by myself. But I haven't got a post up in a few days and I really want to push myself ...

Christmas is -as everyone knows, the busiest time of the year, even nipping to the shops for a loaf of bread can become a mammoth task with the weather and the holiday traffic and the Christmas offers in stores that make you buy twice the amount of chocolate you really need, but so desperately want because it's Christmas and three for the price of two is so good, even if you are the only one in your house that eats it. Between working, sneaky prezzie shopping, the huge food shop, card writing (and everything else that comes with Christmas) it becomes hard to manage normal life alone, turning Christmas into more of a chore than something enjoyable.  As Christmas is my favourite thing ever, and I realised that I just wasn't having any fun, just getting through the days with work, realising I've actually only bought a one present for everyone, not the huge bundles I was meaning to -I'd decided to take a step back out of my crazy life and get myself organised so I can...

For me there's three types of Christmas songs. The classics, the actual classical ones, and the modern ones. My all time favourite-its-not-actually-christmas-really-is-it-if-you-dont-listen-to-these Christmas songs are the classics. As in all the ones from the 70s/80s. So as I've not done a Currently Listening To in a (way too long) while, I thought I'd do a special christmas edition, as it is, after all, the month of Christmas. The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York , I genuinely feel like Christmas isn't Christmas without this song. As a child it was my favourite, I always loved songs that started slow and calm then turned into a something huge and amazing. Flashdance was my favourite back then. And I loved how this just explodes with insults, my fave being "you scumbag you maggot you cheap lousy faggot" it's just great. And the song tells a story of real life which we know I gotta love. The Darkness - Christmas Time , this was always fun to rock ou...

I turned 19 on the fifth, I made so many plans for the day, which all got ruined because I had to go out to work until 10pm. Which was okay because I knew I still had the weekend.. and my god it was let down after let down and cancellations and re-plans, and putting my foot down with work, and everything else you can imagine. At least I didn't fall down the stairs this year. I did have a good birthday though, I got cards and presents from people at work, one of my clients sang to me as I walked through the door, and I spent two hours up town with my sister which was really nice, not long enough because I had to work, but it was nice. So after an immense week of planning, I finally got me and my family on a train to Nottingham to the Christmas fayre. I've been trying to go to a christmas market for so long, and I've been missing trains and new places, and Nottingham since I came home from Bastille. So I was very excited. Just as I am for christmas itself, I'm a lite...