Well that was a good attempt; it's been two days since the boy's gone and I've already spent my fair share in purchases and gave up on my detox plan in favour of a lovely bottle of rosé wine, waiting to be consumed tonight - organic and fairtrade though, makes me feel slightly less guilty!

I hate sounding like a whiny little girl, but right now I don't care because all common sense has gone out the window; I mean, it must have, I even wanna buy rubber shoes - clogs, no less.

So I'm gonna be away for a few days, but I shall let you know what I've been up to soon! Will miss ya xx

Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx

So, my boy is in Germany. I have so far purchased two dresses, two pairs of shoes (neither of which go with either dress), girlie goodies, my fave film, waiting for a new book to come into stock this week, and I'm off to the cinema in a bit for silly comedy. I have a party to go to on saturday, meals next week, and if the weather gets nicer there's a few places to visit, recommended by you guys.

It's kinda nice, knowing you're able to feel feelings like this again. In a strange way, it makes me feel alive. For the first time in about a year, I utterly miss someone, and I'm madly in love with him. Well, when he comes back I might be in rehab for shoe addiction, but no worries, I am being sensible with my purchases!

Love,

Mon xx

Hmm you know when it's raining outside and you feel like staying in watching tv and drinking tea under a blanket? Well that's how I feel right now. But I'm going shopping later with the lovely Rachel. I'll probably get soggy and curse the world but I think I need the retail therapy.

So, the boy's going on a lads holiday tomorrow. I've known about it for ages, but now that it's actually time for him to go, I feel weird. Not weird as in jealous or worried, I'm not. I'm just gonna miss him, and it'll be the first time we go a long time without seeing each other, it's a weird feeling. But I'm happy that he'll be having a great time and fun with his friends, he deserves it. Ooh I've grown up! Normally I'd be freaking out by now at the prospect of my boyfriend being at a festival, drunk beyond comprehension, sleeping in a tent, surrounded by drunken, horny German girls. I like the grown up me, much more comfortable and ever so slightly less paranoid.

Right then, back to retail therapy, I think I need shoes. And a pretty dress. I have a feeling my bank account's gonna suffer, but I've never been fond of comfort eating, so I comfort shop! And I comfort drink cocktails with my best girlie friend.

Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx

Last night was hilarious. The parents went to a wedding so me and the little sister made plans. We watched a chick flick and had some snacks, I drank red wine and she drank beer, and then I made a cocktail that tasted like poison, leaving us with no vodka or white rum. So we decided to ring one of those booze 24/7 numbers, but it was sunday night on a bank holiday and we werent having any luck, but we did have a lot of fun looking up "alcohol" and "booze delivery" on yell.com. Finally one of the numbers answered and after asking if they had any drinks we liked (which they didnt), we settled for vodka. A little while later, a white van parked outside our house. A few seconds later, my sister's phone started ringing and it was the vodka men. So we went downstairs and waited for them by the door, until one of them shouted "we cant leave the van". Shit. We thought that if I was on the phone to someone somehow we'd be safer, so I pretended to be talking to someone and Alex told me to put my phone on silent, just in case. I carried on having a conversation with myself and she just lost it and started going "PHONE ON SILENT MONICA. MONICA!!! PHONE ON SILENT! SILENT!"...*riiiiiiiing* (on my ear)...we stared at each other and just burst out laughing, probably prompting the neighbours to lock their doors. So we ran over and got the drinks and ran back home twice as fast. An hour later, most of the bottle had gone, we'd watched another film, she'd eaten a cup-a-soup and I was so tired I went to sleep as soon as the parents got in, pissed like I'd never seen before - very funny.

Hmm I suppose maybe you had to be there. Anyway, it was a fun night with my sister. My God the girl can drink me under the table. And today we have peace and quiet around the house, because they're all hungover. Now where did I put my drumsticks...

Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx

'Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag seven others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog'

Ok I've been tagged more than once so here goes my attempt to share some things:

- I'm scared shitless of worms. Not spiders, not mice - worms.

- I sleep-talk; luckily my boyfriend hasnt witnessed any of it yet

- When I had my own flat and my mates went round, sometimes I'd put milk that had gone off in her tea, because I always forgot to buy it, because I didn't drink milk back then. I know it's horrible, but it still makes me laugh. Especially, as it turns out, they totally deserved rotten milk.

- I've been to many places but I don't know where I want to settle down. I've learnt to define "home" as being comfortable with the people I'm with, wherever we are.

- When I was about 10, me and my mates used to unscrew the electric boxes in our building and hide things in there; I bet no one's found them yet

- I once painted the bathroom and the wardrobe a vibrant red colour and changed the whole living room while my boyfriend was at work. If I'd known how things were gonna turn out, I would've painted his clothes too.

- Me and a friend once did a very bad science project and decided to wrap it in sellotape. The teacher couldnt open it, so she gave us an A. With the same friend, this time in English, we had to write a story and we named the main character Scrotumniel, and again we got an A. I've always been a straight-A student, but I really dont know why.

- I hate jealousy, but I love being in love, "ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love". And I honestly think I'm the luckiest girl in the world because the man I love loves me, and we're mad about each other.

- I once took a lost cat to a rescue centre, but later found out it actually had an owner. Now, when I see lost animals, I just get really upset but dont do anything about it.

Right then, I shall tag adamantixx, cocktailer, emsbabee, rowtheboat, rithompson, cartlionel and chyna_doll. Sorry if you've already been tagged! And sorry for not being on here much, it's incredible how not having to study/work/do anything takes up so much time!

Love,

Mon xx

Does anyone know a pretty place to visit in England? I know there are lots, but I've no idea where to go... well that's a lie, I wanna go to Paris, but my common sense says I shouldnt go on my own because 1. I'm a tiny weak girl, 2. I can't speak French, 3. I can't read maps and 4. I wouldnt go without my other half cos he loves it just as much as I do.

So, back to England, any suggestions??

Love,

Mon xx

Good morning everyone!

Ahhh I can smell fresh flowers and coffee and sunshine in the air.

So, plans for today:

* sunbathe with little sister
* buy material and stuff to make a bag, it's my summer project!
* look for a job
* carry on reading my book (which is actually my boyfriend's book)
* consider going away for a few days, to clear my mind - it's always nice anyway

This is what keeps me going when uni becomes too much - nearly four months off in the summer. Unproductive tv and a nice cup of monichaccino, anyone?

Love,

Mon xx

Well daddy, like the rest of the city, wasnt very amused last night with the match; but nevermind, there's more important things in life than football. Like, for example, anything. The good thing is that he wont be getting any new additions on his ever expanding Liverpool FC tattoo.

So, I've had a st day really. Let's hope tonight makes up for it. Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx

Ok so I thought I'd engage in some family bonding and keep my dad company by pretending to watch the match, drink beer and eat peanuts. Problem is, I only like two beers that I've tried, Desperado and Corona. Couldn't find them in the shop, so got a bottle of wine instead, as you do. I suppose it'll do the job and keep everyone happy: my dad, because he'll think I'm interested, my mum because, well, she'll be drinking too and she's always happy when she drinks; and me, because I like peanuts and the wine I chose is rather yummy.

Normally I'd suggest a swear jar, it's a great idea when there's football on 'cos men never swear as much... but that'd be very mean, as it is a big match and especially considering that my dad's trying to quit smoking, thus being even more irritable. So someone's (I love you!) suggestion of wearing an AC Milan t-shirt and smoking while cheering for Milan won't be going ahead...what a pity...

Anyway, I must get started on the wine if this is going to be a bareable night. I can't even find joy in watching the Italian players anymore, as there's only one man I like to see in shorts these days.

Come on reds! *p's herself laughing at her lame attempt to cheer*

Love,

Mon xx

Hmmmm. I've had such a good weekend. Last night me and Mike went for a meal at a brazilian restaurant, which made me feel nostalgic (because I lived there for a while) but it was great, we had a really good time. Then we came back to mine for a "vodka tasting session" - all sorts of shots and a bottle of toffee vodka. At about 4am, I was sat on the side of the bath looking at the toilet debating whether I was going to be sick or not. So now I'm thinking I'll keep alcohol at bay for a while and let my body recover from the end-of-penultimate-year-at-uni and I've-been-happily-in-love-for-six-months celebrations. Waking up this morning was lovely though, Mike was lying next to me looking so peaceful and the sun was shining, and I even opened my roof window to let the fresh breeze in; it was idyllic. He likes guitars so when I saw this I had to buy it for him. Hehehe, how cute is it?!

So my plans for the near future are to start reading a book, change my room around a little and stare at walls to make sure that the time goes reaaaally slowly and I make the most of every single minute of my time off. Today's song is:

Perfect for today. I'll have to get Mike to play me that on his new ukulele.

Love,

Mon xx

Good Charlotte were great last night, brilliant way to start celebrating the end of another year at university. Sorry to disappoint you Ladee-Bird, but I did have snakebite&black...they didnt sell it so I had to buy a bottle of cider with blackcurrant and a bottle of beer and mix them - ever so classy - so ended up having two pints of the stuff.

I'd forgotten that they sing this song, which I used to hold as my anthem when I was 17 (I know I know, so emo). Anyway, the lyrics really hit home and made me realise that we get older and wiser, but age never brings all the answers we need. I still feel like a lost 17-year-old sometimes - except that now I can actually legally drink, and I will later! Rachel, i.e. best girl friend, will meet me after my exam and we'll go for drinks. I can't wait!

Here's that song:

Wish me luck!

Love,

Mon xx

*jumps up and down*

I'm gonna see Good Charlotte tonight!

But sadly I need to immerse myself into revision today to make sure I'm well prepared for the exam tomorrow - the last one! And then I'm going to the races and to a friend's house party to celebrate; and on saturday me and my GB have been together for six months so it's party time again! This summer's going to be good, because I'm going to make it so.

*composes herself*

Right, book time.

Love,

Mon xx

I'd post you a song or a video, but your computer's so good it won't play either. So here's a picture I know you'll be able to see:

That's what you'll be having soon! Love you, enjoy your special night.

Monica

Hmmm I hadn't had a lazy sunday like this for aaaages. Got up, moved to the couch, went back to bed to watch Amelie and just got up again to move to the computer chair - hard life!

Amelie always puts me in a good mood, even though it makes me miss Paris and the simplicity of life over there. I thought I'd spread some joy like she does in the film, so let's start by giving adamantixx a cup o'tea an' a slice o'cake:

And ladee-bird, have some wine, chocolate and sweets (everything you said you wouldnt have this weekend):

Devilish_Jelly_Beanz, have a (non-alcoholic) milkshake (without condensed milk!):

And Miza-T, ahhh you'll have to wait for your birthday on tuesday for your pressie hahaha! Ok ok, have a little treat:

And for me, lots of this:

Very much needed, after drinking one too many cocktails this weekend, without regret may I add, and turning the fraction of water in my body into vodka.

Love,

Mon xx

Ok first things first, go to my mum's blog and make that drink she gave the recipe for, it is amazing; it's so amazing that we drank 2 litres of it last night. I was sitting in my room drinking wine and she came in with the drink so I could try it, and I just said "hang on mum, I'm coming downstairs to enjoy this with you". Alcoholic fruity drinks - bringing families together since (insert year of choice here).

After that my GB said he was going out for cocktails and asked if I wanted to go, and I did. This place we go to has a new cocktail menu. You can see where this is going... it was a great night though, perfect after a week of hard work.

And today, well I'm gonna do some exercise, listen to GB on the radio from 1pm to 3pm (subtle viral marketing here ) and then we shall see what happens.

Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx

PS- Do have some of that drink. And if it's too foamy to drink the last drop (believe me, you will want to drink every single bit of it), stick your finger in the glass and lick it. You know you want to. And it's goooood.

Woooo only two exams left and the summer is miiiine!!

I'm sitting here, relaxed as ever, sipping on some Chilean white wine - very nice indeed. Nearly had a hissy fit when I discovered that the bottle opener had gone missing, but luckily my dad had a spare one in his work bag. That made me laugh, but the important thing is that I can now enjoy my wine, my night off, and a whole weekend of not doing any strenuous work.

So *holds glass up* here's to a good weekend and let's hope the pissing rain stops soon.

Today's song is 'when your heart stops beating' by +44.

"A little more and I'll fall off the planet entirely."

Love,

Mon xx

I miss walking hand in hand with the boy in the streets of Paris and feeling like the world revolved around us.

This woman is the reason I suddenly missed France:

French biatch, making me feel nostalgic. Love her songs.

Love,

Mon xx

One failed exam down, three to go!

Last night I was lying in bed wondering when did I stop chasing dreams and give into the norm? Or have I just become a fully grown adult and started to accept life as it is rather than trying to change it so that it's fun and interesting? I don't like this. Seriously, I hate the way we cant just do what we want and we have to obbey other people's idiot rules. Reality is starting to ruin my own little world, I must try harder to pretend shit doesnt happen and the world is still a nice place, otherwise it will be unbearable and I'll just be one more stressed and depressed adult in the world. The positive side is, as I was walking out of the exam, I felt this great sense of achievement; I hadn't noticed before but I actually seem to have my life sorted for the time being. I'm working towards my career, I have an amazing boyfriend who wants a future with me (and brings me hugs and healthy brownies when I've had a bad day), I'm learning to ignore noises I don't want to hear, and I seem to have gained my strength back, meaning that I'm now back in control of my own life. For the first time in a long time, I see a path. And it feels great.

Hey, let's watch crap daytime TV and be unproductive, I deserve a break!

Love,

Mon xx

Hmmm sunday.

The wedding yesterday was beautiful, the bride looked stunning and the newlyweds looked sooo happy, it was a lovely night. Shoe-wise, I drank enough wine to forget that I even had feet, so the pretty/evil shoes were not a problem (until today of course). I stayed at Mike's and we had the house to ourselves as his parents are away, so this morning we had a long lie in, got up about 1pm to have something to eat and spent the afternoon cuddled up on the couch watching Scrubs, and then...he made us crepes with nutella! I've said this before, but waking up and seeing his face is the best feeling ever; and cuddling up without a care in the world, I love the way I fit nicely under his arm and I could stay there forever. So yep, great weekend!

Love,

Mon xx

Most of you will think I'm very strange for what I'm about to say, but I hate the smell of bacon and fried eggs in the morning, especially since I became a vegetarian, and especially being woken up by the smell. Just the thought of oil and piggy fat bubbling in the frying pan makes me feel queezy. Daddy loves fried stuff. You'll accuse me of blasphemy against the fried breakfast, which I don't mind eating every once in a while and I do like the taste, but the smell sticks to your nose and you can feel it in your mouth and it stays in there for ages.

And I bet that, on this occasion, it doesn't help that last night when me and my GB went to see Spiderman 3, we ate so many pick 'n' mix jellies that I think I've finally gone off them. And I'll stop whining now, it's still early and I must run for the TV before daddy finishes frying up his breakfast and starts watching sports.

*whiff*

There goes my cereal breakfast twirling in my stomach again...bleurgh.

No, I'm not pregnant.

Love,

Mon xx

I'm all sorted for tomorrow's wedding! Mike's feeling a little nostalgic I think, as would I be if one of my childhood friends were getting married. He's wearing a shirt and tie to match the colour of my dress/shoes, and talking about shoes (again), here are my beloved babies:

They're as high as a bottle of YSL Cinema perfume...

And same height as a highlighter...

And Lancome Juicy Tube...

But taller than a whiskey flask! A-HA!

They're freakin' evil, I tell ya. Don't know how I'm gonna cope, especially after today's feet-assassination. I must've been out of my mind (or rather, in my usual state of mind) when I thought that it'd be a good idea to wear a new pair of high wedges to go shopping and run errands today...

Anyway, I'm off to paint my nails and such! I do love girly time.

Love,

Mon xx

The work's going well so there's no need to push harder, I'm giving myself the night off! Uni's ruining my creativity. However, by staring at my lovely new shoes, I can now see a similarity between shoes and life. Life is like buying shoes; you make a sensible choice and it's less likely to be painful, but if you go for the most appealing and rather inadequate choice, you know it will end in distress. We usually choose the latter because even if it hurts, it seems worth it to enjoy yourself for a little while. My feet are gonna beg for mercy on saturday, but the shoes are very pretty!

This blog needs happiness, so I'll tell you a little story. Last night, when me and my GB were watching Desperate Housewives and Teri Hatcher's character was trying wedding cakes, we decided that a giant crepe should replace the cake. And for canapés we'd have mini croissants and mini pain-au-chocolats. And instead of a three course meal, we'd have three desserts - cookies and cream, cookies and cream and, wait for it, cookies and cream. It's a special day, why not?! Making future plans makes me happy, it means that he sees me in his future, which I'm getting more and more excited about. Since I met him, everytime I speak to/think about/see him I can't help but smile.

Oh, when I said "happiness" I meant of the cheesy kind.

Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx