Reflections, High School Bullies and being a personnnnnn.

So I’ve been feeling all reflective as of late.

Not in an ‘Omg I can’t believe it’s the end of 2012 bring on 2013 New Year new me!’ kind of way, that everyone becomes a fan of round about this time. Reflective of life.

Recently I’ve been chatting to my high school girlies and remembering times from being at school. At the time we hated it, it was school of course we did! But looking back I have some pretty funny memories: The RS teacher who had an so unreasonable-it-was-hilarious disliking for me, Getting sent out of science for laughing after Sophie pointed out our teacher looked like action man, Water fights, The ridiculous arguments we used to all have, stopping off at Sainsbury’s on the way home for 25p bars of chocolate, The secret house parties we used to have and the mad dash to tidy up before we were discovered….There are so many!! Everything was taken so seriously back then, but looking back on it, we had so little to worry about. Now with Uni and work and rent-paying and all this grown-up stuff, I sometimes wish I could go back to those days – even though at the time I’d have given anything to skip a few years and be where I am at now, Nineteen, able to go out drinking and living away from home – obviously at that time I thought about the fun side of it (which there is of course, massively so!) but didn’t really think about the scary grown-up side of it.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to those days, but really I would rather have the complicated grown-up side of life, if it also involves being able to be independent and go on nights out and do my own thing – Plus I think I’ve changed so much as a person, I’m much happier with who I am now, If I could go back even 4/5 years I would tell my younger self to stick up for herself a bit more and to have so, so, SO much more self-belief! High school was fun, yes – but it also brought on a whole load of insecurities, especially about how I looked, being called names is something that everyone probably goes through at some point or another, but looking back on it now I got SO much stick, maybe at the time I didn’t want to accept it, so wouldn’t let it seem as bad it was but boy was I called some names: Ghost, Zombie, Fish, Frog, Dobby, Hammer-head shark – All to do with my appearance, in particular my eyes and the fact that they were Big/Scary/Far Apart … I use to hate it and would wear eyeliner to try and make them look smaller, which thinking about it now is ridiculous. Now I think F U and wear my make-up exactly to highlight the fact I have big eyes! Looking back on it I get SO annoyed that people managed to make me feel so bad about myself, no one has the right to do that! I wish more than anything that I had stuck up for myself and stood my ground and fought my battles instead of not sticking up for myself and letting them get me down – to be fair I never showed that they got me down, only on occasions I would get upset – the rest of the time I was just the same, silly, clumsy scatter-brain that I am now – I just felt that it was better to ignore it…that way I could pretend it wasn’t happening.

I’m definitely more confident as a person now – I think doing Drama and Performing Arts at Sixth form helped me with this immensely, the fact I was suddenly surrounded by a group of people all with the same passion (and levels of insanity) as me really, really helped – Joining Bench Theatre helped as well for the same reasons and ditto to going on to University!! When you are suddenly away from anyone who drags you down and surrounded by people all with the same mind-set and passion as you, really gives you a boost and that confidence to just be yourself! Not going to lie, I still get insecure about stuff sometimes, like at work a few months back people were saying what kind of animal we would be, It was decided I would be a ‘Goldfish’ – as soon as I heard mention of that word the alarm bells were up and that dreaded feeling was back…Oh god is it because I look like a fish?! Do they think that as well?! Arghhh! – But it wasn’t. It was because of my (then) Orange hair and my lack of memory. Fair enough. It’s just about learning that not everyone is against you and just because one group of people had bad views on you, doesn’t mean that every single person in the world does. Now if anyone annoys me or makes me feel down, or even if I don’t agree with something small that they are saying then I will tell them. I say what I think, fight my case and put people in their place if I don’t like the way I am being spoken to (take that drunk customers at work) – because it’s your life, you are who you are and no-one has the right to make you feel bad about ANYTHING.

So there.

Humph.

Phewww.

New Year’s Eve tonight – Wooohoo!

Have a good one everyone J

Loves

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (yes I am feeling more kisses than normal…and what?!) xxx

Clowning and when pranks go wrong.

I'm in the Uni Library.
Getting a sense of Deja vu here?
Probably.
Because that's exactly how I started my last blog.
And it's exactly how I am starting this one. Obviously.
However this time I am doing better than last time.
I've actually typed some words...
398 of them to be precise...
I know it doesn't sound much, Buuuuut it's progress.
Plus I have a tutorial tomorrow and wouldn't want to write too much and then have to change it all.
Making excuses, moi?!

So unlike my last couple of blogs I have no drunken shennanigans or silly nights out to write about. My life has been over run with Uni.
We had our clowning assessments on Monday.
I have never been so glad to have a module over with.
To say it brought out my sometimes snappy, unreasonable, hot-headed side is an understatement.
For a module called 'Clowning' it got me pretty stressed. If I want to be a clown I can stick to every day life! We set our piece in a gym class, stupidly I chose my clown to be the Colourful, Silly, OTT (Okay it sounds like me so far...) SPORTY one.
SPORTY.
SPORT.
SPORTS.
EXERCISE.
Words I do not cope well with. So whilst I was happy to dance around in a leotard, orange leg warmers and bright pink tights with my hair in a back-combed side pony-tail. Having to do every exercise as big as I possibly could without being allowed to stop KILLED ME. Sit ups, Lunges, Jogging, Knees Up, Planks...I had to do all these things near perfectly AND look as though I was enjoying it. I looked like a tomato afterwards and can barely walk today, My legs and sides and back are dead.
THEN today, we had rehearsals for our production piece, when we do it we are flooding the show room and performing in several inches of water, sitting in it..walking in it...and for the majority of time LYING in it. We are gonna freeze. Sooo we had the sensible idea today of running our clothes under water until they were soaked through and then wearing them for our run through. I don't think there is anything worse in the world then pulling on soaking wet tops and leggings. It was horrificly cold. We will just have to hope on Friday that the adrenaline kicks in and keeps us warm. Otherwise we are gonna FREEEEEEEZE. Brrrrrr.

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Obviously it has been big news this week about the nurse who killed herself after forwarding on a prank call from an Australian Radio show in which details of Kate Middletons condition were shared. (if you don't know what I'm talking about the rest of this blog will mean nothing to you so go read a newspaper and then come back!)
I think this really is a sad case, The whole prank itself was a step to far, the DJs said they didn't know that they would be put through and taken so seriously. But they should have cut off the call when they realised that it had gone further than they had planned it to. The nurse must have felt so ashamed and humiliated by the whole thing, if she felt that commiting suicide was the only way out of it..and the fact she has left behind two teenage children is desperately sad. It is horrible that she was put in a position where she felt that was her only option and I can completely get why there is so much anger surrounding the case.
However I do feel sorry for the DJs, they have had a lot of stick for the situation, which is understandable, they should not have done it. End of story. It was disrespectful, selfish and inconsiderate. Though I think when they carried it out they obviously had NO idea or any wanting, for the situation to end up how it did. That's the thing with pranks, they can so easily go wrong...
Take the other day...We have a huge purple exercise ball taking up our lounge, Housey Hannah arrived home the other day and I thought it would be hilarious to hide and then throw it at her as she walked through the lounge door...so I stood in wait whilst Housey Olivia let her in...she walked through the door and I launched it at her...I didn't realise that she was holding her laptop..as the ball hit her she managed to keep hold of her laptop, as the ball bounced off her, bounced onto my plate of dinner * that was on the floor and sent it flying all over the carpet.
It's a completely different case I know, we all ended up laughing and it is nowhere near in comparison. However it does show how quickly things can go wrong, obviously when I decided to throw it at her I had no idea that the outcome would be what it was, if i'd have known afterwards I would end up picking rice out my carpet for the next five minutes I wouldn't have done it. But I didn't know, So I had to deal with the outcome. Which exactly what these DJs are having to do now. Watching their interviews it is clear to see that they are heart-broken by the whole case, but now all they can do is apologise over and over for their actions and accept what has happened as a result of these.
On one hand, I guess the story shows that you should really think about how your actions are going to affect other people before you carry them out, but on the other hand it shows that things can quickly go so wrong, so beyond your control or what you ever imagined happening. So how do you get that balance right??

* I say dinner.....after having a kebab at tea-time I was mega craving some fruit or veg but had none to hand..however I did have some uncle bens express chinese rice...and some day out of date pre-packed salad which I pretty much mashed together in a bowl. It was absolutely vile and I managed about three mouthfuls. SO it's probably a good job it ended up over my carpet. apart from the fact it stank.

Loves
xx

University and Money and Getting drunk at Tiger and mean ratty pig customers.

I'm in the Uni Library.
It is not my usual place to relax on a Monday evening which can only mean one thing.
I'm procrastinating.
Does it count as procrastinating when I haven't even opened word yet?
Or does it just become...Not doing work. Rather than Avoiding doing work.
Or maybe it's the same thing.
You see...
Procrastinating.

Uni is fackin' mental at the moment, it's just so busy and hard and manic...and kinda fun.
Some bits are fun and exciting.
Other bits make me want to jump out my bedroom window (Saying that if I was to do that I would fall about three feet onto the roof of our extension/turned-into-a-laundrette-by-us - I'm lucky my bedroom window is an emergency exit. Though knowing my luck I'd pop to the loo...come back and the stairs and the upstairs of the house would be on fire...including my bedroom. Then I'd be stuck -ahhhh!)...
Back to Uni modules...I worked out earlier during a particularly stressful rehearsal that I was paying £500 for this module. £500. My friend told me that they worked out that it's about £30 an hour. £30. I'm working 3 hours at Lloyds this week. £18. That would mean that my weeks wages for Lloyds, would pay for just over 15 minutes of Uni. I do not like this. At all.
I've suddenly become really funny about money and the price of things. It's kind of embarrasing. I'm like a middle aged dad. I've started declaring the price of things when it's announced to me.
Like when Katie was serving me a sarnie at work the other day...
"How has my shopping come to that much?! How much was the Sandwich??"
"£2.99"
"£2.99?! FOR A SANDWICH?!?!"
"SHHHHH!"

Or when I bought my train ticket the other day...
"Can I get a Portsmouth Harbour to Chi return please..."
"Okay, That's £7.90 please..."
"£7.90?!?!"

I really must get out that habit.

Speaking of Portsmouth Harbour...I went there for a night out the other night with Katie, Charlotte Burchy Wurchy and Charlottes friend Meg.
I don't know what's happened to me recently. I've either been drinking more than I used to.  Or...Well I think that's it. I again got very drunk. I tried to blame it on my dress, the last two times I have worn it I have got stupidly drunk "I reckon it's that dress...it must be cursed...".
So we pre-drank in my bedroom, got a taxi to the station (with our Vodka and Lemonade in Plastic bottles so we oculd finish it off enroute...CHAVS.) and hopped on the train. We were already quite merry by this point so just chatted, re-did our make-up, drank, laughed and were merry. We got to Gunwharf and went to Slug where we had a cocktail before going onto Tiger. In Tiger we had several more drinks...and I was in my element because we were in the cheesey music area dancing to Westlife, Britney Spears, Girls aloud..and I am sad and cheesey when it comes to things like that. We decided to go through to the clubby room (got to show some element of cool after all...) - I felt too drunk by this point (it suddenly hit me) and decided I wasn't going to drink anymore...I felt something on the bottom of my shoe...flicked it off...looked at my finger and saw a mahoosive gash on it where I had flicked off...a piece of glass. Showed Katie my finger...showed the bouncer man my finger who pulled a sad face and offered me no help. So katie being the loving friend she is put an empty plastic glass over my bleeding finger and pushed me towards the toilet, ran it under the tap and then wrapped some toilet roll around it. Managed to get blood on my dress. Was gutted. Went back into the bar area with finger wrapped up..suddenly felt REALLY rough...
Bearing in mind I have never been properly sick from drinking before...
Went up to the bar desperate for water, they took too long to serve me.
Katie I feel really rough...
You'll be okay just breathe...
No I feel horrific I need to go outside...
Went outside....
Sat down with Katie...
Charlotte and Meg came out to see if I was okay.
*Vom.*
Yes. I vommed. Outside tiger. Whilst sitting down. In lovely Gunwharf Quays...
(TOO MUCH INFORMATION ALERT: Luckily..It looked just like Vodka and Lemonade...It wasn't all chunky and smelly so I was okay...)
And then I felt...fine.
"Katie I feel fine lets go inside..."
But Katie being the good friend she is suggested that wasn't a good idea.
Then we had to work out how to get home...
Our taxi was booked for 02.30 to take us to charlottes. But I needed to get home...
I rang my mumma, and was gonna get a taxi back there, but me and katie had work in the morning and I had no clean clothes with me (obviously).
Sooo I rang my nice friend Finch AKA Gramps, who after a phone call I can't remember too much off, Text me to say that he'd be there in 20 minutes to take us home. What a hero. (We even managed to get a Drive-Thru on the way home as well!) - I very much liked Tiger...so I've decided I'm going to go there again tres soon. Only this time. I'm not going to pre-drink...and I'm just going to drink WKDs all night...I've well and truly learnt my lesson with drinking now and shall not be getting myself into such states again. Cheesey dancing is enough for me...
(Please note: although this claim is true at this present moment in time, I cannot promise it will last forever.)

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Occasionaly I have to have a rant about rude customers.
I am afraid this blog is one of those...
For the purpose of ease, said customer will be named as DH (you'll work it out.....) in the transcript I am about to share..
This happened when I was at the Littlehampton store on Sunday.
*Ahem* Right...
(Also...VI stands for what he was looking for...[VI is a type of Vitamin] - OKAY I WILL TELL MY STORY NOW...)

DH: Excuse me do you sell VI?
J (who I was working with): Do we sell VI Tas?
T: Do we sell what sorry?!
DH: VI?
T: What's that?
DH: VI?? I can't believe you don't know what VI is...
T: Well..whats it for?
DH: I can't believe you don't know...it's a vitamin...
*Takes to Vitamins*
T: I haven't heard of it before...
.....
DH: Do they not train you?!
T: Well yes they do, but -
DH: Are you working here on release or something? (Do I look like the kinda person who's working here after being released from youth prison MATE?!)
T: No...I'm not...
DH: So you're just badly trained then...
T: *sigh* (breeeathe.....) No. I am trained. But we don't learn the name of every product in the shop!...what's it for?
DH: It's just a standard vitamin, I can't believe you don't know what it is (I THINK WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT BUDDY!) to keep you going, keep the heart ticking. Give you a bit of va-va-voom. Do you know what that means?!

(Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

T: Yes. I know what that means. I'm really sorry I don't think we do it...
DH: I've got it in here before everywhere does it.
T: Well......
*Awkward silence*
DH: Okay fine...forget it...

Fumin' I was. Abso-flippin'-lutely FUMIN'.
So much so I had to take my lunch break and sit simmering for a while.
What a rat.
Hmmmph.

The christmas holidays soon - Hoorar!
4 weeks of Uni - Hoorar!
2 Assesments and an essay to get through first - Booooo!

Loves
xx

72 MINUTES. and my housies

So the other night I went out...well I say other night...nearly 3 weeks ago...I went out and lost half my memory, half my liver and my front door key.
As a result of this I have been using the back door key to get into the extension and then coming in through the kitchen door.
All good until today when a certain housemate (ahem maddie) bolted the kitchen door from the inside...meaning I couldn't get in. I then spent an  hour or so  sitting in the freezing cold extension surrounded by drying laundry. Luckily I had a comfy chair and my phone...and after I got bored of twitter...and facebook... I decided to write a memo on my phone..of my exciting time....(I really tried to make it exciting...honestly!...)
So ladies and gentlemen...
Here in all it's glory...
Is my brand new potentially best selling novel...

72 MINUTES:

15.36 - Locked out. Waiting for housemates. Decide to keep note for Blog purposes (see, always have my readers in my mind ;])

15.45 - * Sigh * I'm hungry...ALl I want is food.

15.47 - Facebook...Twitter....Daily Mail...Read story about smoking being bad for the brain...imagine smoke swirling round a brain. Think how weird the concept of a brain actually is. Definitely meant to be at filming very soon. (I have been filming for Housie Olivias boifs Media degree piece...)

15.49 - Text Housie Maddi saying 'Hungrrrrrrry'. Hope to evoke feelings of guilt. Get no reply. (Ten minutes ago she said be back soon.)

16.03 - Get a call from Housie Olivia checking I'm okay. Nothing to report. I am still locked out.

16.19 - Get a text from Housie Hannah asking if I'm in yet. I'm not.

16.21 - Get message on FB from drector of where I'm meant to be filming asking if I can just come anyway. No I can't. Im in my pre-assessment clothes, In completely different clothes to what I was wearing for the stuff we filmed last week (continuity people!), hair and make-up is not done and have soaking wet muddy feet. Get a slightly short and moody response, Give a nice but firm reply re-explaining my situation and declaring that in all fairness to myself I did originally say I would film tomorrow and not today (when did I get so gobby and able to say what I really think?!) Get nervous to the response when the 'F' symbol flashes up on my phone...but it's fine it's Rosie saying she misses me...awww yeah.

16.33 - Rosie can't wait to see me at Christmas. Yaaaay christmas. lalalalalala christmas.

16.33 - Mmmmm christmas dinner, Roast potatoes. Nom fucking nom. I'M HUNGRY.

16.34 - "Okay cool well just get here when you can." *SIIIIIIIIIIIGH* who knows when that's gonna be.

16.36 - I have a condition where the acid eats away at the inside of my stomach. its called HUNGER. *sigh* - My feet are cold.

16.38 - " I WISH NOTHING BUT THE BEST...FOR YOUUUUUU TWOOOOO" - Singing outburst. It sounds to loud in this echoey room. I don't like it. I haven't had an echo chocolate bar in years, Ohmigod I totally forgot about them. mmmm

16.39 - Text message "Sorry...round the corner...bank took forever..." Mmmm I can taste the FREEDOMMMMMMMM

16.43 - HOW BIG IS THIS CORNER?!

16.44 - "Just get here as soon as possible"  WAAAAAAAH NO I DONT WANT TO IM COLD, TIRED AND HUNGRY AND SAID I WOULD FILM ON TUESDAY. I want to lie face down on the floor and throw a tantrum.

16.51 - Wooohooo...freedom...Housey Maddie arrives home, unlocks the door and finds me curled up dying on our squishy chair. Tells me to close my eyes and hold out my hand...before dropping into it a new front door key. what. a babe.

A bowl of soup with cheese and onion discos crushed on top and I am SORRRRRRRRR-TED.

New action best seller...I think so!
I love my housemates, Like just now Me, Housey Hannah and Housey Maddie sat downstairs and just chatted for about an hour about life in general and general 'Girls stuff' and it was so lovely. We then came upstairs and brushed our teeth together (two over the sink and one in the bath...) for no reason other than we could and it was hilarious (what better reasons could you need). It's like one big sleepover (except we all sleep in our own rooms....and we all live in the same house....)
Speaking of housemates...its 01.00 and all I can hear is my next door neighbours. Either guys have really loud voices or our walls are super thin. They must be pissed. I can hear them clear as anything "HAHAHAHA THAT IS JOKES THAT IS JOKES. DID YOU SEE WHAT I WROTE? BAHAHAHAHA GUYS WANNA BE ME AND GIRLS WANNA BE NEAR ME"
No jokes. I actually just heard that.
Ehmurged.
I would complain, but it sounds like they are having fun. And they did lend me 50p to pay off my taxi the other day when it was dark and raining and I was locked out...Well I wasn't...But I thought I was...turns out Housie Hannah was in the bath which is why no one was letting me in to get to my spare change...but that's a whole other story, apparently 'Its good to help out a neighbour' - I think they were drunk then as well...

Jolly good fun.
Loves
xx

P.S - Mummy and Daddy I know you will both be reading this, Just a note to say I love you both with all my heart, I may have been a little bit rubbish in communication recently but you really are the two most special people in my life and I always miss and love you both xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Drunker than a drunk thing that has been drinking more than a drunk drunkard.

So just like the Blog where I wrote about finding myself on my knees dry heaving over a train toilet after a drunken night out....or the one where I wrote about me and fiona letting the bus man drive us home in his car after we drunkenly missed the last train home one night....I must start this blog by both warning in advance...and apologising...to my parents: ....You're the best.............

 Friday night I got drunker than I have ever been before. Ever. Ever. Ever.
I've written a blog entry like this before.
But this...wow.
Don't get me wrong; I think it was an enjoyable night.
The five minutes of it I can remember.
And even that isn't a full five minutes,
Its lots of little bits put together.
I remember kinda the first 45 minutes of chatting and stuff, but then there is a literal point it just goes blank...
I remember laughing lots and lots...
I remember being on the dancefloor...but apart from that little moment I remember, I cannot tell you what I was dancing to, how I was dancing... what the songs were...it's just a complete mind blank....
I remember being in the toilet and wondering how I got there...
I remember being outside with Katie sitting against the chinese restraunt and wondering why...
I remember telling our bouncer (we were out at my work AKA Lloyds) he looks like Al Murray (he does) and that he is my favourite bouncer (repeatedly...)

But that's all folks....
I have learnt some facts about the night from piecing together evidence the next day....
- I lost my front door key and camera SD card
- I kept repeating myself
- I was very happy but slightly confused
- I was "trying to find my friend Rosie" who never actually came out with us...

And from the bouncers I learnt "You have a great rack."
Great....the one night that Katie manages to convince me to be brave and show a bit more than usual, I end up too drunk to control myself and my apparent "Cleavage Crush" (I blame my mother...she's famous for it....) - However since the famous boob-falling-out-in-drama-dress-rehearsal incident a few yearss back that Katie so nicely mentioned in the post she wrote for me, nothing can be as bad as that...so nothing can shame me anymore...bahahaha.

So we get home...(after Housie Hannah  [who was slightly intoxicated also but capable of survival] carried my shoes and confiscated my phone..)
Next thing I know I wake up....I'm lying with my head next to the toilet, my legs out the door on the landing...complete with Double duvet and pillows, Hannah is standing over me and helps me back to bed (I assume.)

Next thing I know I wake up again...No idea of the time...Mouth ridiculously dry...go to bathroom...down mug after mug of water....stumble back to bed...

Wake up again....Tummy churning...head spinning...5 o clock...can't get back to sleep...stay in this state of half concious queasiness for about two hours until 7 o clock...where I go downstairs...before running up them 10 minutes later to be sick....no sick....nice bit of dry heaving (niiiiiiice) and spend the next couple of hours there...until 9...when I have no choice but to get up and ready for work.
Oooooft.

Spend 4 hours at work stuck on tills because it is stupidly busy...Dry mouth....feeling queasy...head slightly spinning...hands shaking....Get home....crash in front of telly...spend a few hours lying in a queasy but peaceful nap on the sofa...wake up to it suddenly pitch black and half past five with the housemates arriving home and asking me why I am lying on the sofa in the pitch black....

I'd like to say I then got up and had a wash, got in my pyjamas and sat with the housies watching x Factor before getting an early night...WRONG...20:30 - Leave my house. Set off for work. Spend all night serving alcohol and trying not to die...Get home...crash into bed at 02:00 - before up again at 07:30 to get the train to Littlehampton for work.

Phewwwwwwwwwwww.

So yes. Interesting to say the least. And boys and girls....it all comes down to one thing...Not eating before we went out. Me and Katie had dinner at lunch and then spent SO long getting ready we forgot to eat, which means we were putting  A LOT of alcohol into A LOT of empty space...which is probably where we went a bit wrong...
I also have drunken text messages and a tweet saying:

Tasmin Rhianne‏@TasminRhianne93

Casj chilling with my head over the toillet, isn't that the kinda everyday shit that everyone tweets saying everything about their lives?

Oh to be young. and drunk. and stupid.

Loves
xx

Hijacking Tasmins Blog...muhahaha

Soo while Tasmin is in the shower i thought i would hijack her blog! Im katie btw, you may know me as the girl that has had the pleasure of getting to see tasmins boob during a drama performance, or as her colleage at the drug that is super (is that how she says it?) or maybe even as the girl that has sudden moment of hate against men (it really is nothing personal boys...even though some of you need to be castrated..just saying). Anyways im one of her best friends and she really is as crazy as she seems on this blog, there is never a dull moment with her and she manages to make me smile even if i have had the worse day! I wouldnt change anything about her :). She phoned me up once after seeing a play about binge drinking and said 'just phoned up to say that it reminded me of you'...thanks tas.
I have known her now for over 3 years and it just seemed that the first time we met we just clicked and started calling eachother trollops and ho bags within the first few months...it was love haha. We pretty much spent all of our time together in sixth form because we had all the same lessons, it was fate i think (even so much so that her dad and my uncle work together!). I remember a game we used to play in sixth form where i woud take her phone and she would sit there and panic for about 10 mins on where it has gone (if you dont know tasmin that well she looses things all the time and is the most scatty person i know!) after she realised i had it i still wouldnt give it back and we ended up with her chasing me around the school most times and then beating me..as is the norm with us.
I love love love her blog and everyone who reads it all agrees that she should write a book because she is just so funny and talented. So tasmin when you do eventually listen and write your book i would like some of the big money you will get when you sell it. She really is one of the best people i know and even though when i hit myself in the eye with an elastic band, or trip over a box (that she put on the floor) and she cracks up laughing i know really its her way of saying she loves me haha. I have a bit of a confusing life at the best of times and tasmin is always there to sit there and listen and to say 'Katie you twat' when i need to be told. She is the first person i want to tell when something happens and akways has some advice for me. Me and tasmin have often been nicknamed Laurel and Hardy by quite a few people we know, and always get called trouble whenever were together. I remember a time we listed duos we were like aka richard and judy, ant and dec, sooty and sweep and tasmin ended it with 'Yeah were like the mitchell brothers' now i know niether of us our bald or have slept with sharon but i can see where she was getting at...We will always be there for eachother no matter what stupid things either of us do. I simply love her and she is the best friend a girl could have. :)

Katie xxxxxxxxx

Tasmin does a Questionaire....

SO BASICALLY: Its 01:30 in the morning and I cannot sleeeeeeeep.
I find myself browsing through 'Bored' websites in the hope of finding something entertaining to do, when I come across this questionnaire. I don't know what is funnier, The stupidity of the questions, The terrible grammar or the fact I am so amused by its stupidness that I can't help but fill it in.

 

Have u ever drank alcohol? - Yes. Yes I have. As 75 % of my Facebook pictures would show.

 

Have u ever killed an animal? I have stood on a snail barefoot. I do not like this. I feel instantly guilty and hope that it's got a strong little housey shell that will mend itself and it wont be lying dead beneath the rubble.

 

Have u ever done something sexual wit the same sex? No. Katie has seen my boob after it fell out in a Drama rehearsal. She has also seen my butt cheek after having to come to my rescue in New look changing room when I got caught in a very tight dress. But it was an accident. I promise...bahahaha.

 

Have u ever done drugs? Dude, with a brain like mine. You don't need drugs.

 

Have u ever gone a day with out talking? If I wanted to be the sarcastic person I am so obviously not(!) I would say...Yes...before I learnt to talk...but because I am not....I will say...No...Considering I'm a Theatre Student with two jobs in customer service, not talking would not go down well...I have to write a blog because I can't fit enough words into my every day speech...So in other words...No.

 

Have u ever felt like u were not wanted? mmmmm maybe more not needed...

 

Have u ever cursed out a teacher? Not to their face... ;) - Though in Year 11 Sophie pointed out that our Science teacher looked like Action man (he very much did...even the way he moved...) which I found hilarious...I got sent outside for laughing when he was trying to explain something ( I couldn't stop)...After leaving me outside to calm down for a few minutes (from which I could apparently still be heard giggling from inside the classroom even outside and the otherside of a closed door) He opened the door to let me in....I walked into the class...burst out laughing all over again and he wordlessly re-opened to the door and pointed for me to go back outside again. Ohhh I miss those days!

 

Have u ever peed somewhere besides a toliet? I will say yes...and leave it there.

 

Have u ever jumped off a cliff?  I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.

 

Have u ever gone on a road trip? Does Mcdonads Drive-Thru count??

 

Have u ever got in a fist fight? I'm famous for them! No...Only with my Step-brothers...and even then I was more of a scratcher and hair-puller...Muhahaha.

 

 

Have u ever went sky diving? "Have u ever went sky diving?" - No I have never went sky diving and I probably never will went Sky Diving.

 

Have u ever went a nite with out sleeping?

Have u ever stole money from a friend?

Have u ever pet an elephant?

Have u ever been in jail?

Have u ever failed a test? DON'T EVEN GO THERE MATE....

 

Okay as you can see, the last few questions weren't even deemed deserving of an answer. It's now 01:53....and my eyelids are drooping...so there you go...if you can't sleep...screw lavender oil, meditation and sheep counting...just spent twenty five minutes (though warning...you will never get them back) of your life, filling in and taking the piss out of a gramatically issued, pointless questionnaire.

Sorted ;)

 

Loves

xx