I don't know if it's uni that suddenly got much harder or if it's just that I'm so determined to get a good degree that I'm doing all the work I'm set, and some extra, and a little bit more when I can. I've done loads in advance so that I can take the night off and go out with the boy, for the whole night. And this time, I'm not going to fall asleep because 1. I'm not going to drink a bottle of red wine and 2. I'm wearing my glasses, thus avoiding clinching my eyes, which always makes me fall asleep. I'm armed with a bag of lollipops (the ones I don't like so I don't eat them all before the kids approach me) because I was harassed by children the last few times I went out and made to feel very bad for not giving them sweeties after they made the effort to look so adorably sweet in those scary costumes (except for the kid who did freak me out with the horrible mask). And tomorrow, I'm going to dress up as Amy Winehouse and sit in finishing my essay see what kind of Halloween fun happens this year!

Miss you, see you soon, the blog meet is almost here!

Lots of love,

Mon xx

Ah, sunday. Again. Lots to do, no motivation to do anything as none of the options are remotely doable. Sound familiar? Think I'm gonna watch pointless tv (or what my boyfriend calls "junk food for the brain") in pjs and drink tea. Today's song is:

They were great last night, as always. As was the whole night with the boy, as always! Wish those moments would last forever. I get bored far too easily.

Love,

Mon xx

My head, that is. Full of it. I hate winter. It's cosy and nice if you're cuddling up with your other half drinking hot chocolate with marshmellows and cream and watching a film under a blanket, whispering sweet nothings and exchanging sweet kisses. If you've got work to do, and your feet are cold, and it's dark even when the lights are on, then it's not so good.

In other news, but still depressing, earlier I accidently snorted baby oil gel in Boots and had to stick my finger up my nose to get it out - must've looked very attractive. My right nostril is still softer than the left one. And it's chocolate week so I went to Thorntons and picked out some choccies. That was nice, followed by a cappuccino. Chocolate and cappuccinos are one of my favourite combinations. Fat arse and post-chocolate blues, on the other hand, make me feel less than cheerful.

Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx

I'm baaaack! Amsterdam was amazing, wish I could be permanently on holiday and not have to come back to work and worries, bah!

So we did everything you'd expect us to do; Anne Frank house (very depressing but very good), Van Gogh museum, Heineken brewery (loooots of fun!), Red Light District (prostitutes on windows and drunk British lads), saw a market, had pancakes, weed cake and hash muffins (which I claim didn't work but then woke Mike up in the middle of the night laughing hysterically for no reason), drank a lot of beer and lovely wine, went crazy like children as we came across tons of sweeties we used to have as kids, went on a canal trip, went to Hard Rock Café, tried different cuisines, bought some clogs and had a really, really good time! *sigh*

Amsterdam really is the adult's playground. Only trouble was the language, very hard to make sense of it, but I now know that Hoegaarden is pronounced Oohaarden, Van Gogh is Van Hoh, and "slagroom" means whipped cream - much Chocomel slahroom was consumed mmmm.

PS- Asking someone who's scared of flying and has consumed 3 small bottles of red wine to take off their hat, jacket, scarf, shoes and walk through security several times is not a good idea. One might look suspicious but one is merely drunk and giggly, not a terrorist trying to hide a bomb in her deodorant can, which inevitably ended up in the bin.

So Mike had a good birthday, we had a really yummy meal with his family and then went to see 2 Days in Paris, which was hilarious. So that's it, need to start planning the next holiday now, we're on it!

Hope you are all well.

Love,

Mon xx

A few of you have mentioned that today is National Poetry Day, so I decided to dig out my little poetry books. My God, do teenagers have issues or what?! I've been writing since I was at least 9; it doesn't matter if you're good or not, it's a fun hobby!

Here's my favourite out of my recent ones (honestly, the old ones are far too emo):

I love thee for a simple reason
You make me smile like never before
All I've wanted is right in front of me
And I hope it shall be evermore

Tonight I'm the happiest girl in the world
As long as you're here,
There's nowhere else I'd rather be
No place could be more perfect
Perfection is you and me.

It's about that boy I'm always on about. Let's not forget it's his birthday next week and that's the reason we're going to Amsterdam! And that's why I won't be around for a few days, but rest assured I'll bring you a souvenir. Wooden clogs, anyone?

I'll leave you with one of my favourite songs at the moment, Swedish musicians rock!

See you soon

Love,

Mon xx

You know when you meet someone and you just know from that very minute that you're not going to get along? It's great if you're wrong and you give that person a chance and it turns out you become good friends, but I'm a pretty good judge of character and I'm usually right about this; someone people are arseholes and it shows straight away. Luckily, you don't have to put up with them forever. And for the time-being, I'm being tolerant and ignoring this person, because letting someone put you in a bad mood is a waste of a little bit of your life. Swearing at them in your head whilst talking to them, however, is perfectly acceptable.

I came across this and thought I'd share it with you:

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

It's like something Paulo Coelho wrote (can't remember what it was called, have to ask Miza-T), saying that there's always someone prepared to patronize you and make you feel a little worse about yourself, because it makes them feel better about themselves, even though they don't gain anything else from it. People like this have always and will always exist, you just have to try your best to not let them get to you.

Anyway, back to uni stuff, gotta start reading some Edward de Bono, hope it's good!

Love,

Mon xx