I wish we could read people's minds at times.Not all the time because I think we don't want to hear everything people think about us. Women wish they could read a man's mind, and vice versa.
If we could do this then everything would be clear.It would be more black and white without all the grey areas. If I could have one superpower it would be this...or being able to become invisible.
It's funny how men actually enjoy 'playing hard to get' and girls not being keenos because surely you would run out of patience if the flirting isn't going anywhere. This is why I struggle with playing silly games with men, I have very little patience and get bored easily.I feel like if you fancy someone shouldn't they just know? I've been thinking about this for quite a while now because I didn't end up with my ex boyfriends by using this strategy, I think it's nicer and more stable to be in a relationship with a friend, not a close friend, maybe even an aquaintance.
Women suffer from thinking about things constantly and over analysing men and situations such as:
When is it okay for me to text him back?
Possible answers: don't text him! he should chase you!, text him back ASAP (no one really gives out that advice, don't worry)
Should I put one kiss or more? (at the end of the text)
Should I ask him out for a drink or should I wait for him to make the move?
Why should'nt I ask him out for a drink? Why is it so 'keen' to want to get to know someone, It's not like you're asking them to be your boyfriend. Of course there are different levels of 'desperate'. Theres the non stop texter who won't leave you alone (stalker Alert), theres the sex addict who thinks sex will make the guy like you when actually it will make them have sex with you, then leave. Theres the texter who won't quite leave it long enough to text you back (after 5 mins)
Men love the chase. I'm not saying all men are the same but it is agreed that this is true by many of my female and male friends. Yes It's fun, new and exciting but it gets boring after a while.
I once texted this guy during the day who texted back,the day after...he did this 4 times so I played him at his game, and when I did this, he texted back sooner and asked me for a drink. I don't know If it's coincidental or not. Yes I am a woman and yes, I over analyse everything. Theres a reason for this though, I want to go out for a drink with someone who is actually half decent and attractive, not some guy I've picked up in a club, with my beer goggles on, shouting ''Girls on tour'' or ''gash on the lash'' Lets be honest, you are not going to find your next boyfriend is some grotty sweaty meat market club...I once met this guy in the pub who was cheeky, calling me sexybum in his emails and a couple of weeks later he texted me saying....''Shag?'' .... But apart from clubs and pubs where would I find the next boyfriend? I go to a uni where the guys are gay, literally all of them and there are only like 5..... Would I meet him in the street? no because that's creepy, it's like 'I've been watching you , you're really hot lets go for a drink? AKA staring at your tits'
The whole point in this post was to try to see why women over analyse everything and why men love a chase. It didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to.Oh dear.
Friday, 25 February 2011
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
BBC Interview & Singletons Valentines
WOOOOOOOOO I got an offer at Canterbury to do Fine Art. When my mum told me I almost cried. Well that's a lie, I did definetly cry a lil bit. Ok a lot, I was in floods of tears. I joke.
Urgghhh I am feeling so frustrated with myself.
Im missing someone that I shouldn't be. He wasn't good for me then and he still wouldn't be now. It's weird because I can't explain it. It not like having feelings for someone or just even fancying them, I don't think you can put a label on it.
I can't believe it took this much to make me miss him. I sound like a lovesick teenager.
Valentines Day
Is commercial.
This is what every single singleton say's out there. They make up a whole list of excuses so that they don't feel lonely. They say It's commercial, It's not a real day of the year, just an excuse to spend money on pointless gifts such as flowers and cards. Cards get thrown into the garbage eventually, or get burnt after the girl has been dumped, flowers die after three days. Single people can easily picture themselves sitting on the sofa, like the ultimate spinster slob, in front of the telly watching Bridget Jones' (Abbreviated from Briget Jones' Diary because lets not lie, we have seen it 14 times) I should know. I am one of these people in some ways, I'm definetly a negative person at times and V Day is another excuse to be negative. I sugarcoat it by using the term ''realistic''
BBC INTERVIEW
So, I went to the BBC last week and had my interview for ''Finishing School For Girls'' I walk into the huge building and she meets me on the ground floor. She then takes me into an office with a camera pointed at my face and attaches a microphone to my coat.
The woman is called Sue. She asked me loads of really personal questions about my past, people I used to be friends with, ex boyfriends, family and what drugs I used to take. I was clever. I told her things that my mother already knows about. She had already asked me all of this on the phone so It felt weird repeating everything I had already told her, but in front of a camera and this other woman. The other woman squinted at me as if she knew everything about me and tried to read into my body language.
To be honest, It felt like a counselling session. Especially with the other woman, sitting cross legged, leaning forward with her hand on her chin, squinting at me and trying to understand who I was. I felt good vibes from her, she was warm and friendly and didn't have a front. The only question she asked me was why I didn't want to have children. She probably wanted to hear that I was unable to have children. Sorry to dissapoint you.
Urgghhh I am feeling so frustrated with myself.
Im missing someone that I shouldn't be. He wasn't good for me then and he still wouldn't be now. It's weird because I can't explain it. It not like having feelings for someone or just even fancying them, I don't think you can put a label on it.
I can't believe it took this much to make me miss him. I sound like a lovesick teenager.
Valentines Day
Is commercial.
This is what every single singleton say's out there. They make up a whole list of excuses so that they don't feel lonely. They say It's commercial, It's not a real day of the year, just an excuse to spend money on pointless gifts such as flowers and cards. Cards get thrown into the garbage eventually, or get burnt after the girl has been dumped, flowers die after three days. Single people can easily picture themselves sitting on the sofa, like the ultimate spinster slob, in front of the telly watching Bridget Jones' (Abbreviated from Briget Jones' Diary because lets not lie, we have seen it 14 times) I should know. I am one of these people in some ways, I'm definetly a negative person at times and V Day is another excuse to be negative. I sugarcoat it by using the term ''realistic''
BBC INTERVIEW
So, I went to the BBC last week and had my interview for ''Finishing School For Girls'' I walk into the huge building and she meets me on the ground floor. She then takes me into an office with a camera pointed at my face and attaches a microphone to my coat.
The woman is called Sue. She asked me loads of really personal questions about my past, people I used to be friends with, ex boyfriends, family and what drugs I used to take. I was clever. I told her things that my mother already knows about. She had already asked me all of this on the phone so It felt weird repeating everything I had already told her, but in front of a camera and this other woman. The other woman squinted at me as if she knew everything about me and tried to read into my body language.
To be honest, It felt like a counselling session. Especially with the other woman, sitting cross legged, leaning forward with her hand on her chin, squinting at me and trying to understand who I was. I felt good vibes from her, she was warm and friendly and didn't have a front. The only question she asked me was why I didn't want to have children. She probably wanted to hear that I was unable to have children. Sorry to dissapoint you.
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Honesty & Parties
I received an email a few days ago asking if I wanted to be on ''Finishing School For Girls'' on the BBC. Last season was called Peckham Finishing School For Girls. I think it involves me swapping lives with a geordie who lives on a council estate... Thats what it said in the email.
I want to go on it. We will see if it's actually genuine.
I havn't blogged in ages, I've been really stressed about uni blah blah blah
I was so angry that I smashed my phone up. I threw it across the room and the screen cracked and I can't see the screen.Fail.
I got quite a lot of abuse from some of the things I posted. It's interesting to see how people react to honesty. They say honesty is the best policy but surely it can't be if people post abuse about me over a silly blog post that wasn't even aimed at them in the first place. I was shocked that they were still even looking at my facebook page (shows that some people just can't move on) I quote ''I could'nt care less if she got hit by a bus'' It really shows how tacky some people are on facebook. Then of course all the others joined it which didn't surprise me. But there was one person who dissapointed me. I hope that she knows who she is. She is the one person that was different. She's better than them. She's classy, intelligent and lovely. It's a shame I can't say the same thing about the others.
Anyway, enough of wasting time writing about people who will never change. I'm expecting another abusive status. I'm quite flattered really, they still think about me.
One of my flatmates moved out :( she couldn't cope with the mess and she wanted to be near her friends and family. The mess was pretty bad...but now me and Georgia are actually pretty clean. Since I've been back from Christmas holidays, I have had so much fun. The 2 day benders are exciting, good music, good company. I feel like I could do that every weekend here. I have met a lot of new people, some good, some bad. Only one or two that I am not a fan of. They won't be here again though, Georgia didn't like them either.
Normally the night starts off at ours, drinking vodka and diet coke,strongbow, taking a few. We do our hair and make up, play music, dance, laugh and call some people. On Thursdays we go to Punk. We have after parties that go on until 6pm the next day. I am not hardcore enough to stay awake for 24 hours so I normally go to bed at 9am. I wish I could stay awake for longer because I never want the night to end. I don't want to think about my responsibilities and what I have to face on Monday morning. I hate how it gets light. It just reminds me that I should be in bed. The light says that the party is over. It says that we should stop drinking and taking and go to sleep. The blinds don't even cover the light which is a bit shit.
I want to go on it. We will see if it's actually genuine.
I havn't blogged in ages, I've been really stressed about uni blah blah blah
I was so angry that I smashed my phone up. I threw it across the room and the screen cracked and I can't see the screen.Fail.
I got quite a lot of abuse from some of the things I posted. It's interesting to see how people react to honesty. They say honesty is the best policy but surely it can't be if people post abuse about me over a silly blog post that wasn't even aimed at them in the first place. I was shocked that they were still even looking at my facebook page (shows that some people just can't move on) I quote ''I could'nt care less if she got hit by a bus'' It really shows how tacky some people are on facebook. Then of course all the others joined it which didn't surprise me. But there was one person who dissapointed me. I hope that she knows who she is. She is the one person that was different. She's better than them. She's classy, intelligent and lovely. It's a shame I can't say the same thing about the others.
Anyway, enough of wasting time writing about people who will never change. I'm expecting another abusive status. I'm quite flattered really, they still think about me.
One of my flatmates moved out :( she couldn't cope with the mess and she wanted to be near her friends and family. The mess was pretty bad...but now me and Georgia are actually pretty clean. Since I've been back from Christmas holidays, I have had so much fun. The 2 day benders are exciting, good music, good company. I feel like I could do that every weekend here. I have met a lot of new people, some good, some bad. Only one or two that I am not a fan of. They won't be here again though, Georgia didn't like them either.
Normally the night starts off at ours, drinking vodka and diet coke,strongbow, taking a few. We do our hair and make up, play music, dance, laugh and call some people. On Thursdays we go to Punk. We have after parties that go on until 6pm the next day. I am not hardcore enough to stay awake for 24 hours so I normally go to bed at 9am. I wish I could stay awake for longer because I never want the night to end. I don't want to think about my responsibilities and what I have to face on Monday morning. I hate how it gets light. It just reminds me that I should be in bed. The light says that the party is over. It says that we should stop drinking and taking and go to sleep. The blinds don't even cover the light which is a bit shit.
Saturday, 25 December 2010
MEGA LOLZ.
To This: When I was 16/17 and 13 stone.
To This : age 18 after weightwatchers...
I remember when these photos were taken which is strange because my memory only last a few days at times.
The first photo : taken in my old house in Notting Hill. I used to hang around a green in Hammersmith called St Pauls green with some crackheads and take E and drink obscene amounts of alcohol.
I had a boyfriend called Josh: the biggest stoner I know, a cheat and a 19 year old who acts like a new born. He was fun though. I had the best years of my life on that stupid green. Even when it was -2 degrees outside, the people I was with always made the night an adventure.
The second photo: in my new house in Chiswick when me and Caity and Anthony Pierce listened to music and got drunk and danced. That was actually fun. We pierced his ear. God I look obese. What was going through my head when I got that bob?
The last photo: taken the other day in my duvet. I was bored and wanted to make a nice 'arty' photo. Looking a lot better. I hope every year I improve and blossom. Probably the most happy I have been in a long time. Life is more simple.
NEW YEARS - The trauma
I am having withdrawal symptoms of alcohol and it's only been 2 days.HOW shit is that. More to the point, how ridiculous does that sound...only two days and my body is feeling like it's missing one of it's organs. Most likely to be my liver....
Every year, the trauma of organising new years arrives.
who comes, who's house party to go to, who won't be invited and the who you are going to kiss at midnight.
And most importantly, who is actually going to come up with a plan?
This year it has landed on me and my friend, Rory. The dilemma is where to have it, he wants to have an afterparty and most people don't want to travel from East London to West. I can have a new years party at my parents house but only 20 people (round the corner from Rory's)...which is not fun.
Another dilemma, my friend Caitlin is having her birthday at new years and I am helping her organise it which makes people more confused at WHERE WE ARE GOING?!
At the end of the day there is always one poor soul who has to organise the whole shabang.
Who comes? But this person's boyfriend isn't invited? Oh can I bring my friends sister's dog? But that person will think I'm desperate if I invite them?' ...... And so on. The continuation of the annoying questions.
And then theres the problem of who to kiss at midnight. Last year we actually had a rota of who would kiss who. I kissed my friend Julia, then She would kiss Tom, then I would kiss Tom, then He would kiss Noni, then I would kiss Noni, then Noni would kiss Julia. WE might as well have had a 4 way kissing session.
I want this year to be different, I don't want to kiss someone based on a rota. I want to kiss them because I genuinely want to, even when im sober which is a rare occasion.
Still, wouldn't it be nice to spend new years kissing someone that later on you don't regret?/Feel sick at the thought of/makes you want to cry.
Do you have to bring a date? well no not necessarily, you just need a backup. New years is very important to me. Especially since I hate christmas, thank god that's over for the next 12 months.
New years has been playing on my mind for the past few weeks, my friend offered to be my date which is lovely of him, I did moan to him on the phone for an hour about who to take as my ''date'' if you want to call it that. I would rather have like 5 dates to be frank. Theres always hope.
Whatever happens, I will make a huge effort to look incredible in that backless LBD and 6 inch stilletoes which will give me masses of confidence to kiss someone nice...and then I'll be happy.
<3
Every year, the trauma of organising new years arrives.
who comes, who's house party to go to, who won't be invited and the who you are going to kiss at midnight.
And most importantly, who is actually going to come up with a plan?
This year it has landed on me and my friend, Rory. The dilemma is where to have it, he wants to have an afterparty and most people don't want to travel from East London to West. I can have a new years party at my parents house but only 20 people (round the corner from Rory's)...which is not fun.
Another dilemma, my friend Caitlin is having her birthday at new years and I am helping her organise it which makes people more confused at WHERE WE ARE GOING?!
At the end of the day there is always one poor soul who has to organise the whole shabang.
Who comes? But this person's boyfriend isn't invited? Oh can I bring my friends sister's dog? But that person will think I'm desperate if I invite them?' ...... And so on. The continuation of the annoying questions.
And then theres the problem of who to kiss at midnight. Last year we actually had a rota of who would kiss who. I kissed my friend Julia, then She would kiss Tom, then I would kiss Tom, then He would kiss Noni, then I would kiss Noni, then Noni would kiss Julia. WE might as well have had a 4 way kissing session.
I want this year to be different, I don't want to kiss someone based on a rota. I want to kiss them because I genuinely want to, even when im sober which is a rare occasion.
Still, wouldn't it be nice to spend new years kissing someone that later on you don't regret?/Feel sick at the thought of/makes you want to cry.
Do you have to bring a date? well no not necessarily, you just need a backup. New years is very important to me. Especially since I hate christmas, thank god that's over for the next 12 months.
New years has been playing on my mind for the past few weeks, my friend offered to be my date which is lovely of him, I did moan to him on the phone for an hour about who to take as my ''date'' if you want to call it that. I would rather have like 5 dates to be frank. Theres always hope.
Whatever happens, I will make a huge effort to look incredible in that backless LBD and 6 inch stilletoes which will give me masses of confidence to kiss someone nice...and then I'll be happy.
<3
Monday, 20 December 2010
Fame
I am seriously bored of Cheryl Cole.
She is literally everywhere and has taken over.
People are saying that she is the new Princess Diana. WHAT a disgusting statement to make.
People will say that im just jealous, of what? she is a shit musician lets face it and what exactly has she done to change the world? what would I be jealous of? her beauty? She has had plastic surgery according to the tabloids and I'm sure if we all had proffessional hairdressers,make up artists and stylists on speed dial and available 24/7 then we would all look pretty damn good.
People say that when they are older, they want to be famous. Those who are already in the public eye say that they hate it. I don't blame them. Cheryl Cole is one of those people who also hate being in the public eye.
What do you gain from fame?
- Money- from selling stories to newspapers and magazines as well as your ''talent''
- Attention, plenty of it. Especially if you marry someone more famous than you are.Maybe even an A-lister.
- 15 minutes.
Money doesn't necessarily guarantee a lifetime of happiness. It brings you short term happiness and once you have gotten everything you want and theres nothing left that you wish for, then what? what do you do?
Take Cheryl Cole for example, money can't buy you a nice loving faithful husband
It can't buy you safety (reference to her malaria incident)
It can only really buy you materialistic things and a luxurious lifestyle but there will come a time when you are bored of it.
Being in the public eye drains energy and time and you are watched and photographed everytime you leave the house, even if you casually step out into your back garden, we know how desperate the paparazzi are to get that one semi nude/bum crack/nippe/acne/any type of fault that is defined by society, photograph to sell for thousands.
Fun Nights
Nights Out Before Home:
more like nights in actually.
I think I have more fun at home than going out in East London purely because you never know how the night ends, who will be there, what time I go to sleep (9am, because I cannot handle not sleeping at all), and just generally how messy the night is.
We seem to have started this habit of getting into the bath while trollied out of our minds. That bit is one of the highlights of the night.
Completely sober.
ME, CARYS, MORGAN.
gals on the lash.mega lolz.
more like nights in actually.
I think I have more fun at home than going out in East London purely because you never know how the night ends, who will be there, what time I go to sleep (9am, because I cannot handle not sleeping at all), and just generally how messy the night is.
We seem to have started this habit of getting into the bath while trollied out of our minds. That bit is one of the highlights of the night.
Completely sober.
ME, CARYS, MORGAN.
gals on the lash.mega lolz.
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