So, I have decided to start writing blog posts again, because I really enjoyed it when I used to a couple months back. I was going to give up but my cousin, Ian, has gone traveling and set up his own Blog. Since reading his first couple (check him out – Whitesands and Campervans) I have been re-enspired to start writing (or typing ;)) again. I don’t mind if this gets read by many people or none at all! But I just really enjoy it and I hope, if you are reading this, you are too!
This post however is about my trip to Portsmouth with my Boyfriend, Ross, Thursday just gone.
We travelled to Portsmouth Harbour on the train, as we were going to Gunwharf Quays. We both regretted this decision pretty soon as the shops aren’t the greatest there. Well nothing to my taste anyway! (Apart from the Dr Martin shop!) The weather wasn’t the greatest, it was winding and ‘spitty’ (the worst type of rain in my opinion), however the view on the other hand still look amazing! We walked along the seafront for a little bit, took a couple of snaps and walked back to the shelter of the shops away from the rain. We had a really nice dinner in Chiquitos as it was my Boyfriend and I’s 21 month anniversary (one and three quarter years) and I had a Cod and Chorizo bake with spicy rice. It was huge and so tasty!
Another stroll around before grabbing a coffee and heading home. We had such a good evening and it enabled me to write a blog post with some good shots! To end the post here is an ‘evening shot’. Thank you for reading (if you did!).
But this post I wanted to open up about my friendship issues because well, I see to have a problem holding down friends. In year eight I was friends with two girls and had been friends with them for over a year and I thought they would be friends for a long time. I really thought they would be there at my wedding. But then one day one of them told me, I wasn’t the same person and not the sort of friend she wanted. I didn’t know what I had done and was heart broken. The other friend followed her and I was left.
I didn’t know how to cope with it and had many friendships that ended. I kept thinking I had done something wrong, and that it is always my fault. Then I meet one of my best friends, and she had a few other best friends but I felt nothing of it. Then this year suddenly everyone is her best friend, and I feel like a rental friend to her. During term time she doesn’t speak to me a lot and posts so many pictures on Instagram of her many friends. Then when its half term I am allowed back on the scene. I don’t know if I’m over thinking it but whenever I try to bring it up, it’s almost dismissed. Im the friend thats allowed to be used and I can’t deal with it again. I don’t know😦
But my Boyfriend is always here and my best friend Becca and her Boyfriend Harry. But hey I’m sure it will sort itself out and school finishes soon. I just feel like it will always be my fault because of what happened in year eight. Is that wrong?
So I’ve just finished writing my prep work for my Performing Arts controlled assessment tomorrow (I have to go into school to do it (I’m on easter holidays!)). I have also painted my nails for the 5th time this past week and a bit!
I decided to do a post on what I get up to in the first week of the Easter Holidays and decided to show you through pictures etc. So sit back and enjoy
As you would know from my previous post I went to the Ideal Home exhibition on the 28th of March (i think!)
This was last Monday and I had a homey-revision session. The life of a year eleven!
I went swimming that night and when I got back, my dad gave me my package that I ordered off of Amazon, it was this chocker.
Tuesday was the same kinda thing really..But I really liked my hair and lunch😉
On Wednesday I went to school for english in the morning and then my boyfriend came round in the evening and we did the “boyfriend does the make up tag” thing.
Thursday, I went out to get a dress for the following night as I went to a Party. I tried on a really nice combination of a black vest and orange skirt, but I didn’t get it…. We went to Home Sense as well and on the way home I got my boyfriend a chocolate colin the caterpillar! In the evening I went swimming and swam a mile!
Friday! – just a few pictures of my make up that I used and what I looked like
Saturday me and my family went out to Basingstoke to do some shopping. The picture above was my dinner and that was the only one I got which annoyingly has my sisters hand in it.
What I got: Jumper and Blue Kimono (H&M) and Dress and Top from Monsoon. Two books from Waterstones.
On Sunday I went to my Uncle and Aunts and forgot to take pictures but here are two.
Yesterday me and my family went to the Ideal Home show in London. If you have never heard of it or have never been, it is an exhibition where there is: Interiors, Home Improvements, Gardens, Food and Housewears, Technology, Fashion and Beauty, Shopping and Show homes. I thought it was incredible and so interesting. Everywhere you were there was so much to look at and buy and everybody was so friendly! I really want to go again next year and would recommend it to you guys.
While we were there both me and my mum saw a Gypsy Palm reader and it was amazing to say how much she knew about us without us telling her anything. Usually I wouldn’t go to one because normally it’s a load of crap but when my mum went to it she picked up on a man in my mum’s life had problems with his knee and had cancer. Like wtf! I didn’t even know my Granddad (mum’s dad) had problems with his knee so how could she! When I had mine done she knew some stuff and I was amazed and would recommend going to them. Most people would just say its a waste of money and, yes most are, but if you want to see one then do your research. The woman I saw yesterday was a tenner for palm readings and was amazing. I wouldn’t tell my boyfriend or friends because they would say its stupid or a waste of money but I’m now really into it and would like to go to another one some time in the future.
What are your views on this and have you been to the Ideal Home Show?
Nearly a year ago one person out of my family was diagnosed with depression and it me really hard especially it being around two months of loosing my nan. If your reading this and thinking why is she writing this, it’s because I want to talk about something I see in people who actually have it, and people who diagnose themselves because the feel ‘sad’.
My family member started to fall ill, he wouldn’t eat, get shakes, throw up a lot and other symptoms. He thought the world was going to end when there was trouble with Russia and Ukraine last year. It was hard to watch because I had no clue what was happening. Then he was diagnosed and at one point he got really bad because it was all to do with the chemical imbalance in his brain (I think). And it almost took a turn for the worst and one weekend, I thought he was going to kill himself. But over the year he has gotten so much better, it’s still a little there but a whole much better than last year.
A girl in my year used to claim since year nine that she had depression. She would cut herself attempt suicide etc etc. And at that point in time I was her friend and did help her but what I couldn’t stand was she showed off her cuts looking for attention and posting pictures on Instagram like #givingup #depression etc. Like fuck off you don’t know what it is your searching for attention.
This may seem really horrible and I am sorry if I have caused any agro or upset you but I find this topic hard especially when I have a close family member that actually have it when there are people pretending to have it for attention. If you are upset a lot from bullying etc that is not depression, you are upset (understandably) but you shouldnt’t go round saying you have depression.
Again I’m sorry if i have caused an offence to you.
More excuses coming but I have to admit I have been having writers block and haven’t know what to blog about. Not only that, but I am currently going through the PPEs (pre public exams). Which means I have had a lot of revision etc. But last week I ordered the ‘Q and A, five year journal’ off of Amazon because I saw it on Instagram and other blogs etc and was really interested. So I decided fuck it, I’ll get one. And since getting it I love it! I really like laying in bed before going to sleep and answering the questions on what the day asks.
If you are not familiar with it, it is a small diary which has some form of question a day for 365 days a year. You then write and answer for the same question for five years. I’ll let the pictures show and explain.
I hope everyone has a good week and I’ll speak to you soon😀
I’s sorry for the lack of posts recently, but I have been part of a Pantomime at school called ‘Peter-Pan the Prequel’ and I played ‘Wilma’ or as many people would know here as ‘Tinkerbell”. We had been rehearsing for so long and it all payed off. Not only that but I also performed it on my birthday and it went so good! Aghhh!😀
But anyway it’s the 3rd of February which means its 11 days till… Valentines Day *vomit*. I detest this day so much, it’s throw-up-vill, like what is the point of it?! A peer of mine, goes by the name of Megan, told me a year or two ago that the reason why I didn’t like Valentines day was because I didn’t have a boyfriend. So this year I do have a boyfriend, and guess what I still hate it! So suck my ass! On the day I will be spending it with my boyfriend but I don’t do mushy.
Whats your views?
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