tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54447251391328045732024-03-13T21:46:08.768-07:00readyforabductionparadisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.comBlogger302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-50303556884432728582013-03-23T14:39:00.001-07:002013-03-23T14:39:33.718-07:00all grown up <br />
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Well isn't this weird..<br />
coming back onto blogger after 2 years? I've kind of missed this if I'm honest. so much has happened. where to start? well first of all im not 15 anymore, im 18.. WOHOOO! exciting stuff.<br />
Ive grown so much, reading back on my old posts i don't even remember the old me. I don't know whether its a good thing or a bad thing.<br />
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These past two years have been hectic, I feel like a brand new person -cheesy music-. Ive really grown up and matured as scary as that sounds. I have a feeling that this is going to be an extremely long post. First year of college was crazy. It was probably the saddest/ most negative part of my life so far. I started college thinking that it was going to be amazing, during the summer I had met so many people, I felt like I belonged somewhere. Considering I was from Cathays High School, and no one knew me it sort of went crazy, suddenly people knew of me. At first I enjoyed, I was meeting new friends new connections, people knew who I was. This is was defiantly because I spent the whole summer before it socialising and going to shisha bars, and since cardiff is the smallest place and everyone knows each other i suppose thats how I got to know so many people.<br />
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So during the summer I was speaking to this guy not mentioning names. In my eyes then he was amazing, the most kind and considerate person I had come across. So I started seeing him, to my mistake seeing him sort of made me get into a relationship with him. It was so quick and so hectic, I felt like I was trapped, that when he asked me to be his girlfriend I felt like i couldn't say no. Stupid right?!<br />
One night when I met him with and my other friends I ended up catching a taxi home, in the taxi I met this other guy. Instantly I fell for him, as bad as it sounds because obviously at that point I had a boyfriend. After coming home, I couldn't stop thinking about him, for like about 2 weeks he was all I could think about. Not knowing his name, where he was from? how old he was, i just felt attached to him in a weird sort of way. Suddenly one night on facebook my friend uploaded a picture of me, and there he was commenting with friends that they had met me in a taxi.<br />
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So then yannow we started speaking, and i soon realised that I was with someone that I had no feelings for. I did not care for him at all, and hearing some of the stuff that he had said about him, well it completely put me off and decided to break things off. I was just so into this guy. Not gonna go into details but i ended up with the new guy ( not naming names). He was amazing, I felt like this was it. This is who i am supposed to spend the rest of my life with. Everything with us worked, I felt like we were made for each. he made me feel so safe and secure, like when i was with him nothing in the world mattered. I soon ended up falling out with friends him being part of the reason, and my best friend. Not gonna go into detail because that's something that im really sensitive about.<br />
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I was with this guy for about a year, I lost my viriginty to him. To me he was the man that i was supposed to spend the rest of my life. I spent so much time with him and our relationship that i completely failed my exams, something that is not normal for me because im really smart. (not bragging). Thing with me and him didn't work out.<br />
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So now here I am, in bed writing this blog. Kind of pointless because no one is going to read it. but i feels nice talking about everything! im finally happyparadisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-74209494134063716452011-08-04T17:14:00.000-07:002011-08-04T17:14:29.732-07:00IM BACCCCCK!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">oh my God it has been too too too long since I wrote a post. I MISSS THIS! I miss babbling on and complaining about my terrible life aha :')! i am really really SORRY for not paying attention to this blog - it has been a crazy couple of weeks and I have been enjoying every single bit of it.<br />
Expect this blog to be a really big one since i am going to tell you guys about eveerything that has happened over the last couple of weeks. ahh goodness where to start?!?! there is just so muchhhh! i have had a roller coaster of emotions, and i have had some of the best adventures and experiences with people that I ADORE. okayy so lets start with PROM. at first i wasnt that keen on going to prom - well i mean i was at first because ella ( best fwend) was supposed to come but a bunch of my other friends had decided that they didnt want to go to prom and they were going to do something else when prom was going on. so one of my friends aqsa decided that she was going to have all of the girls over her house and they would all hang out - for some reason that didn't happen. by then my mum had made me change my mind and persuaded me to go to prom - at first i was really mad because it made me angry that i was going to prom by myself - my mum was like forcing it on me?! well none of my other friends were going so of course i dont want to go either, i dont want to go there having a terrible and boring time because no one of my other friends were there. so i went around several shops with her and I finally bought a dress which i thought was decent - i didnt really bother because it wasnt that important to me at that time - considering that fact that i was still mad at my mum for persuading me to. not to mention a week before prom so everyone had bought their dressed shoes and everything and i still havent found a dress. i really didnt want to go at all. ( I JUST OPENED MY WINDOW RIGHT OPEN BECAUSE IT IS SO HOT IN MY ROOM NOT TO MENTION I JUST HAD A CUP OF TEA) annnnnywaaay so then i bought a dress and all in all it went well - i ended up going to prom and having a brilliant time although it would have been more fun if my close friends were coming but they didnt want to. the music was hilarious but the food was disgusting. they went all posh and decided that we would have some gross food to be honest i would have been fine with a bucket of KFC chicken - but nooooooo. and then AMERICA came along it was the most amazing time of my life. it was the most beautiful country in the whole wide world - the people are so friendly and nice and everything you could ever want was there! i am so going to live there. i went to Vegas,Utah Arizona and LA. beautiful places. i got to meet and become friends with an amazing amount of people, its something that i am goingi to always remember for the rest of my life. i went to ST davids for my open day and it was ok. im looking forward to going there in september there were a lot of hotties. aha :L<br />
i really should be going to sleep i have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow.<br />
p xx</span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-52727326894474348922011-06-21T08:31:00.000-07:002011-06-21T08:31:53.419-07:00FMYLIFE.<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">lol. i dont even know why i am writing on here, its pointless and its not going to make any senses what so ever. these couple of days have been so stressful and hard and sad and worrying and angry and just a mixture of all my stupid emotions put together. i dont even know how i should feel. me and my mum got in a HUGE im not even exaggerating HUGE. MASSIVE. argument because of something that is happening with my passport. basically as i have wrote before i am leaving for america in 9 days, and two days ago my stupid mother decided that she was going to put heat protector in the same draw as my passport, it then was leaking and my whole passport is ruined. this means that i am now going to be paying 150 pounds for a new one, that i will get on thursday. she was trying to blame it on me, HOW? how is it my fault?! my passport has been there forever how can you be so fucking stupid and put heat protector in the same stupid draw. i am so angry and mad right now i dont know what to do with myself. today in the sociology exam i was trying to smile and be confident but it was so hard, i felt like tearing the paper apart and start crying my eyes out. half way through the exam i was tearing up and i think one of the boys next to me could see, it was so embarressing but i could not help it what so ever .habbiba was talking to me, and making sure i was Ok which was so sweet of her, walkign to school with her today i was ranting a little bit which helped. I just wish my mum would see that its not my fault, its her fault - i understand that she is my mother but why are you going through my stuff, its an invasion of privacy, the only privacy I have. Secondly why on earth would you put HEAT PROTECTOR in my document drawer. and then you are blaiming me?! why cant she see it in my point of view instead of being so big headed and rude to me. she hasnt spoken or even looked at me ever since the argument, tomorrow im going shopping for shoes for prom and getting my eyebrows done, something that i should be doing with my mum. i didnt even want to go to prom anymore but i was kinda of convinced by her because she knows my sister would never go, she wanted at least one of her daughters to go to prom as a way to remember high school. the thing that hurt the MOST is when she told my sister that she doesnt even care if i look good for prom, it doesnt mean anything to her anymore. after she said that I could not stop crying. i sound and look pathetic but can you blaim me? this is my mother i am talking about, a person who has brought me up in the world and has raised me, why is she being so rude and horrible. I FEEL LIKE IM MOANING AND SOUNDING LIKE AN IDIOT, SO IM GOING TO SHUT UP AND GO HIDE IN MY ROOM FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. GR8</span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-26118412085589092432011-06-14T09:19:00.001-07:002011-06-14T09:19:58.822-07:00summer<span style="font-size: large;">The more i think about the summer, the more excited I get. cannot wait to get these stupid exams over and done with, im going america, im spending the summer with my friends, and i am going thailand. what more could a person want? im really in the mood to be talking right now, just because it gives me a reason not to revise for sociology tomorrow. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-48611067849067582362011-06-12T12:25:00.000-07:002011-06-12T12:25:33.624-07:00dont try and be something your not.<span style="font-size: x-large;">it pisses me off so much when people act like something they're not. show your own personality. dont copy others. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">- it just makes a person ugly. </span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-38057907954265463762011-06-11T05:35:00.000-07:002011-06-11T05:35:36.076-07:00this is has just become a pointless hobby<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">to be honest I actually have no idea why I bother writing on here. at first it was like a place for me, my thoughts and shit. but now i just cant be bothered, i dont know whether its because of exams or the fact that I am spending so much time having fun with my friends, but blogger has become dull and boring for me. I want to write about something which is really interesting not just writing about my personal life and what I do on a daily basis. Because i really dont like that, i mean why would someone come on my blog and want to read about my life and what I do everyday, im sure they would much rather prefer if I wrote about something that has a meaning, a kind of parable i guess. meeh i dont know, im so tired and stressed, and confused. my school yet again have decided to fuck up my exam times, i dont know what time my exams start at all, and the teachers are no help at all, all they seem to do is make me more and more confused. I CANNOT WAIT to get out of that shit hole, goodbye everything and everyone. Everyday when i walk into school for my exams, the feeling at looking at Cathays just makes me bored. its the most dull and boring place ever, the people (my friends) are the only exciting thing about it. to be honest it looks more like a prison cell. I got my camera back which feels amazing, they have cleaned it properly and gave me a new lense, so i was a very happy bunny. I have to go back to revising I.C.T and Sociology and Media. aaaaaaaaaagh some one kill me now?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-53773701995547170482011-06-03T06:32:00.001-07:002011-06-03T06:32:58.519-07:00so stressedI have two maths exams, a history, welsh and R.E and science this week and i am not ready at all! espically for maths and science, im freaking out because i know im going to to bad and be so upset on results day, ive revised and revised but some of the things on there are so hard. and i am going camping in a few hours which means i have to spend my whole time revising and not enjoying myself, which is going to be so hard. <br />
AHHH WHAT AM I GOING TO D:!paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-3547387381771941122011-06-03T04:25:00.000-07:002011-06-03T04:25:43.715-07:00dating but nothing serious<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">im not usually the type of person to go on dates and not be in a relationship with someone, i dont know why thats just how it has always been. but two days ago i went out with this guy that i met at a party, he was so so so lovely and sweet, not to mention generous. we went out, he paid - something a guy must must must do on the first date. it was so nice, he got along very very well it was just like another guy friend. its really gutting because nothing can ever really happen between us since hes moving to mexico because his dad is an ambassedor. meeeh. it was like one the things you would see in a movie, and its so sad when it actually happens to you. im off camping with my friend yasmin and our familys, were going to the breacons for a couple of days which should be really nice, although i have to spend my time revising for maths and history, :( meeeeeeeeeeh</span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-4512899324782394282011-05-31T14:55:00.000-07:002011-05-31T14:55:47.821-07:00i wishafter spending the whole day watching the only way is essex and made in chelsea, i would love it if i lived like them. I know most of the things they do and say is for the tv but it looks like so much fucking fun. I WANT TO DO THAT! I spent the whole day revising which is was so so good, and then went for some body treatement which i am not going to mention. my parents had a little to much wine with their dinner which now means that my dad is drunk singing in the kitchen to the smiths. ahh i love morrissey but my dad singing along with him makes me want to commit suicide. tomorrow i am going to spend the whole day at the library and have drinks with ella at TGI. I remember we went there when were on work experiance and to go back would be so amazing, I am going to persuade the others to come along as well. just the thought of being able to drive and being able to drink in the pub legally excites me, and the fact that I go to the supermarket and come home and drink wine and it would be totally legal. Today after doing about 2 hours of revision I went downstairs got my self a glass of Shiraz and sat in the garden, all by my self. no one was home, so I was just talking to myself looking like a weirdo, it as was so nice to have a good catch up with myself. this sounds selfish but i like to pay a lot of attention to myself, just because I don't want to let things bother me and if they do bother me then i have like a depressive month, which takes the fucking piss, because everything seems to annoy me and all i want to do is stay home and eat. I have the feeling that I am going to be obese one day, seriously, not even joking right now. I eat so so much, i am going to start going to the gym and carrying on swimming a lot, i just wish someone would come with me - it would make the whole thing so much more fun and exciting. I am blabbing on way to much, <br />
goodbye.paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-60711128722046497442011-05-31T06:58:00.000-07:002011-05-31T06:58:05.997-07:00made in chelsea<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">my favourite show at the moment </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJrwHAI6u03bYws7LbahblIJI1lxWB0dExq_Ugn-Vl5RIScSM7Z1Bkz_xOcn0DiJNVpjB-ct7TyzvWMcpzcUtMcgL3DSaIJG-laGkiTFtsDFAnG4eYU5iWre2QCxji4nc-0K65tcOqPEg/s1600/photoshoot-most-510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJrwHAI6u03bYws7LbahblIJI1lxWB0dExq_Ugn-Vl5RIScSM7Z1Bkz_xOcn0DiJNVpjB-ct7TyzvWMcpzcUtMcgL3DSaIJG-laGkiTFtsDFAnG4eYU5iWre2QCxji4nc-0K65tcOqPEg/s320/photoshoot-most-510.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-65747446021102776542011-05-31T05:55:00.000-07:002011-05-31T05:55:43.805-07:00addicted to the 50'sas most of you would have probably noticed by now i decided to change the background of my blog - i changed it from little firework thingy's to poka a dots. i dont know why i am so obsessed with the 50's right now, their fashion, their youth , their style everything was so much different and so much better. I wish I could live in the 50's, I would fit right in. the whole era just looks so cute and fun, unlike living right now. ive looked around for some 50's inspired bikinis and swimsuits just because when I go to America in 31 days I want something i feel comfertable and sexy in, something that shows my personality. I looked around for some with cup cakes on it and some with poka dots but nothing. the bad thing is that I am a DD cup but i have the smallest weist possible, 32cm :(! uuuugh its such a pain looking for bra's because their either too big or too small. <br />
okay why am i talking about this? this is what revising biology has led me to! who cares about osmosis or whatever, i just want my grades and leave, goodbye. but then the thought of a levels and uni frightens me so much but in a a good way, im excited to learn more and become more independant I guess. me and ella are probably going to birmingham on friday for FOREVER21. WOOP WOOP!<br />
i should probably get myself some more coffee because i am falling asleep even by looking at these books. wish me luck.paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-17212875196725087572011-05-30T16:39:00.000-07:002011-05-30T16:39:15.961-07:00ollllla<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">like my spanish title? it means hello, but im pretty sure you guys already know that. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">AAAAAAH GAWD it feels good to be typing again and posting again, its like sex. well not its nothing like that but ya get my drift. I have been so busy with exams, they have actually taken over my life, i miss my freedom and being able to have lazy days and not have to think about anything - but ever since they had to create exams i have had to say goodbye to all of that. so much has happened i dont even know where to begin to write, first of all i would like to say that I MISS YOU! yes blogger, I MISSED IT EVER SO MUCH! I was resisting to go on it this whole time but tonight I finally gave in, and let me tell you it - it feels GR8. text writing - feeling gangster. <br />
i am using my stupid computer because my laptop is broken, technology hates me right now. this week i have had to say goodbye to by beloved Camera, untill it gets fixed, my laptop has fucked up, and my phone decided to bail on me. what else could go fucking wrong? sorry for the language, i guess i swear a lot but i cant help it. hopefully when i get my grades for gcse then my parent will buy me a MAC. no not the makeup silly's the laptop of course. <br />
its getting really late and i want to wake up early tomorrow morning which means i have to say goodbye to blogger and hello to my bed and ipod. mm looks so beautiful. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">im off to sleep, missed you guys a lot, but dont worry i am back </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">GOODNIGHT HOES AND BITCHES</span></div>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-21125160619655525312011-05-22T10:25:00.001-07:002011-05-22T10:25:51.886-07:00in love with this right at the moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/TIGlVnFKEuA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh<3paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-39932150026084762242011-05-22T03:44:00.001-07:002011-05-22T03:44:43.175-07:00revising in my pj's. cheeky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvodaEqm2WUyN_OZ35TyIuZf0QrghPqNfeLEgg7wwusf8V71eL7Rm4QbfU9aU1Um1clqgpmLj81tBd-qdiTBo_MzM220iXoDEt6ggVLc-EnccG2wz-1gS3vEi8w9fIjRR4pcDPrDihyN6T/s1600/Photo_00094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvodaEqm2WUyN_OZ35TyIuZf0QrghPqNfeLEgg7wwusf8V71eL7Rm4QbfU9aU1Um1clqgpmLj81tBd-qdiTBo_MzM220iXoDEt6ggVLc-EnccG2wz-1gS3vEi8w9fIjRR4pcDPrDihyN6T/s320/Photo_00094.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaA-gIh11FDTSicRNgXwrIC3wXjZIVCW8jT_XwzG9_U5skJeD43E8-eKAm0oYIKf4ZglQ_VC8nPKq9PcgAy7gqt3IHes-VA8Ry21eg57e1OEvwONCnZgrOAMiBwFjIAQDP-0ee6qg-_yoq/s1600/Photo_00095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaA-gIh11FDTSicRNgXwrIC3wXjZIVCW8jT_XwzG9_U5skJeD43E8-eKAm0oYIKf4ZglQ_VC8nPKq9PcgAy7gqt3IHes-VA8Ry21eg57e1OEvwONCnZgrOAMiBwFjIAQDP-0ee6qg-_yoq/s320/Photo_00095.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-12165066888112534242011-05-22T03:07:00.000-07:002011-05-22T03:07:40.198-07:00what my blog is about<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">my blog is a mixture of everything, but mainly it is a place for me, for my thoughts, for my feelings and for the things that happen to me everyday. I write about something that I want to, my blog is a way of expressing myself. I don't really do 'beauty' blogs just because its my not really my thing, I don't think you can show people how to be beautiful because I like to think we are all beautiful in our own way. Of course I am not saying that beauty blogs are bad, but its just not my thing I guess. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I'm still in my PJ's at its 11. I cannot be bothered to get up, its my parents anniversary tomorrow and I do not have a clue what to get them. I had to help my dad pick something out for my mum because he's not very good at shopping. i need to go some R.E revision because my exam is tomorrow. wish me luccck</span></div>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-68901242737723478102011-05-21T15:29:00.001-07:002011-05-21T15:29:53.836-07:00yes.<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ladmtvwAeY1qb5rv2o1_500.png" />paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-12103555000276832582011-05-21T13:46:00.000-07:002011-05-21T13:46:56.871-07:00about to burst with happiness<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Right now I am the happiest person in the whole wide world. seriously, no one can reach the level of my happiness, its brilliant! Today I want to town with my mum, looking for stuff to wear for presentation evening. After visiting so many stores I finally found something and I am really excited to wear it. I also bought a lot of jewellery and shoes, and two tops from republic and a bikini from Hollister. Oh and I went to paper chase and bought a massive piece of black card for my form tutor, I plan on printing pictures of the whole class and sticking it on, like a massive collage, and then I am going to get my form class to sign the back. I know it sounds cheesy and all but I really love Mrs Murray, she has been my school mother<3! whenever me and ella are upset we just go to her and she talks with us, I feel like ella is my sister and Mrs murray is my mother. it's going to be so weird going to college not being in all my lessons with Ella. I'm going to miss her so so so so much, even though we're going to be seeing each other all of the time, but still. From the very first day that I came to cathays, me and her have been in all the same lessons, well except P.E! I have grown up with that girl, it feels like a massive chunk of me is all my memories with that girl. okay this is getting even more cheasier by the minute. ahh im so just excited because all of my brilliant friends have got in, every single one of them! SO EXCITED! FOR COLLAGE,FOR AMERICA,FOR SUMMER,FOR CLOTHES!!!!</span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-17039027252007003992011-05-20T15:15:00.000-07:002011-05-20T15:15:22.930-07:00:(<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I miss ed. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I miss ED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I miss ED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I MISS ED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I MISS ED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I MISS ED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I MISS ED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I MISS ED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I MISS ED</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I MISS ED!</span></div>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-13610586357708848832011-05-20T11:00:00.000-07:002011-05-20T11:00:51.038-07:00feelings<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">wow, okay so i just noticed that I have over 2.000 views which is amazing, thank you guys, it means that someone out there is reading my stupid blog. being in the middle of GCSE's I feel like I never have any time for myself or others, I'm either in an exam, or in the library. I hate to admit this but i really do miss school, the old times though when everyone attempted to get along with each other for the sake of others. OK I'm getting off the track here, but like i was saying, I never have any pardo time. you may ask, what is pardo time? WELL pardo time is when I spend the whole day or a very long time just looking at funny stuff and laughing, whether it being pictures, or videos or just remembering things, I spend the whole day making myself feel better. and right now i feel like I haven't done that in such a long time! and my whole feelings just get muddled up, everybody thinks that I am the sort of person that doesn't need cheering up, that I'm just a happy bunny all the time. and it is true because I am always am a happy bunny but i also need some time to myself. better get back to revision. I promise the day that I finish my GCSE'S i will come on blogger and write the biggest post anyone has ever scene, that is a promise<3</span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-19985670615760702522011-05-19T12:20:00.001-07:002011-05-19T12:20:24.621-07:00i HAVE GOT INTO ST DAVIDS<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">GOODBYE CATHAYS.HELLO ST DAVIDS!</span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-48208146657576715092011-05-18T15:40:00.000-07:002011-05-18T15:40:31.585-07:0010 things I hate about guys<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1.If he doesn't pay on the first day </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2.He lies </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3.He cheats </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4.He's clingy </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5.He tells me he loves me, when I know he doesn't.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6.If he doesn't pay attention to the little things that matter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7.Forgetting important dates </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8.Not willing to make an effort with my friends. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9.Not willing to make an effort with his looks and manners. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10.Acting differently around his friends. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-88523218277185544602011-05-18T12:17:00.000-07:002011-05-18T12:17:27.974-07:00maturing into a young adult<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">listening to Hannah Montana just shows how much I have matured since I was 13. I used to love this, everyday I would rush home to watch her show. well to be honest I watched all her shows up untill this year when they finished. I'm not going to lie I LOVE DISNEY CHANNEL! I grew up watching their shows, whether it being Thats So Raven, Lizzie Mcguire, Hannah Montana, Sonny with a chance, Wizards of Waverly Place, the suite life of zac and cody. the whole lot. its weird because these shows helped with so many things, like making friends, guys, secrets so much more. they are a massive part of who I am right now. I owe it to all these guys. they have matured me, in way I cannot begin to explain. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">thank you</span></div>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-33679144406945896892011-05-18T11:52:00.000-07:002011-05-18T11:52:26.867-07:00california king bed<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">this song is so awhhhh for me. its weird because at one point in my past relationship I felt like this, so apart from him, we would hardly ever speak. of course I don't own a california king bed but as soon as I heard this song, I started to tear up. awh <3 </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knVXz4JhDtk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knVXz4JhDtk</a></span></div>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-33563166491120320892011-05-16T14:05:00.000-07:002011-05-16T14:05:07.387-07:00i am not depressed<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">this is seriously starting to piss me off, how many times people, i am not depressed! I AM NOT DEPRESSSED! just because i am happy in school and sad at home does not make me depressed, i just hide my emotions. there have been a couple of posts from this year which make me look really emotional and stuff, but depressed? c'mon seriously. and the worst thing is people think I put it on, if i wanted to put it on i would make it obvious that I am upset, not hide it away from everyone. argh! i keep getting these anon messages saying i need to get help! HELP FOR WHAT?! I AM NOT DEPRESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSED!</span>paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444725139132804573.post-45072137421106862572011-05-15T12:50:00.000-07:002011-05-15T12:50:01.546-07:00AMERICA!I'm so so so excited! its getting more closer to going America with two of my best friends. Me and my friend ella we're going to go to forever21 and then wagmama, I'm so excited because if i chose something that I like but it doesn't suit me then she is there to help me chose another one. and the main part of going on holiday is spending time shopping with your friend, i'm really really excited to eat wagmama though, if thats how you spell it, I'm not sure, its supposed to be amazing food. BUZZZZZZING! we've planned out everything, we have to meet hot life guards in america and make them fall in love with us har haaaaar! if only it were really like that, sorry if i am babbling on about my social life, i know it bores me when I read someones blog and all they talk about is how their so this and that, to be its just like make it private, no one wants to read these things. I wish louise could come to forever21 she would enjoy it so so so much! and we can take her to wagmama and everything, it doesn't feel right without her, she's going to miss out on amazing fun, but i have a plan. I am going to capture her, in my bagpack and take her to birmingham with me, shh its top secret. okay so now i know what you guys are thinking, wow is this girl high? and yes I am, I am high of excitement and joy, something other than sadness and shit because I have seriously too much of that inside me. hehe i bought new pj's from marks and spencers and it is so softtt! I shall take a picture and show you guys.<br />
wish me luck for my exam tomorrrrrow <3paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02932920052153228818noreply@blogger.com0