Love her new single!

Oooh man I was supposed to go out tonight, been looking forward to it for ages. But sometime between dozing off on the couch and not being able to lift a finger I decided that going out would be a very bad idea. So I shall stay in and drink Actifed on the rocks make sure I feel better tomorrow.

Love,

Mon xx

The title pretty much says it all, I feel like crap. My throat and chest are sore, all I want to do is sleep and sit on the couch. It's good to have your loved ones around when you feel like death - last night my mum said "Oh, I know what you need!", and ten minutes later she came back with these:

And a little later on, Mike (the boy) came to see me and brought these:

"What's with the ice lollies?" I hear you asking. I always self-medicate to ice lollies when my throat hurts, they numb everything, it's great!

At least it's not contagious and I'm familiar with it, having dealt with laryngitis on and off all my life. I don't just get the flu, I get laryngitis. Special, I know. I don't do things by halves... Sooo, good news is, it wont matter that I'm going to see Paul McCartney tomorrow and the Foo Fighters on monday! Yippiieeeee! But today, I shall remain seated, under a quilt, watching my fave flicks.

Have a great weekend everyone! Today's song is:

Love,

Mon xx

Or "A Sex and the City Tribute". I've just watched the film and, like every other woman in that room, I am now depressed. And I want red wine and cosmos. I've never had the stereotypical little girl dream of one day getting married in a church, in front of tons of people, with a huge white dress on. I do, however, have my wedding planned out now. Most gals will do after watching this film. I want:

- a Vivienne Westwood dress, if that Christian Lacroix one isn't available
- vows written by Beethoven*
- a gorgeous venue with antique ceilings
- a French style chic apartment to live in marital bliss, with a huge closet, full of Manolos, or Choos, I'm not fussy

And this:

And this song to play in the background (not just in my head, but you know, surrounding us, out of thin air):

Haha. It's so good. Where's the wine??!!!

Love,

Mon xx

* Good morning, on July 7:
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved. I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never. Your love makes me at once the happiest of men women. Only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - love me - today - yesterday. What tearful longings for you - my life - my all. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

Ever thine
Ever mine
Ever ours

Love,

Mon xx

I am the dreamer of dreams
Keenly averse to routine
Monotony frightens me

I am the fighter of limits
Bounded by careful feelings
Relentlessly defying reality

I am a sinner and a saint
I defend and I instigate
I cannot settle for one

I have fears and doubts
I contemplate and I smile
Merging instinct and truth

I am a repeat offender
Hopelessly absorbed in reverie
Capitulating to my beliefs

I am the epitome of quixotic
The essence of a believer
Appreciative of the unexpected

I follow passion, not rules
I dare to believe and pursue
I can reach the extraordinary

I trust my own instinct
Unconventional as it may be
I am the dreamer of dreams

Love,

Mon xx

If I were an emo teen, I might have said: What do I have to do to be respected by my father? Not turn into a rebel when he moved me away from all my friends at the age of fourteen? Not smoke in high school, like everyone I knew did? Not let a boy treat me badly? Always get good grades? Never ring him drunk at 5am and puke all over his car? Not wear slutty clothes and go out looking like a hooker? Want to be independent and take initiative and follow my dreams? And actually achieve them? Get a degree?!

All I keep saying is... Don't feed my puppy junk food! No fried chicken! No chips! No beans! No pizza! He asks "do you give him fried chicken?" I say "no, especially not greasy chicken from the takeaway" and two seconds later Oli's chewing on something and he says "it's nothing". So as you can see, it's pointless talking. And shouting, I learnt a long time ago, is a no-go-area.

Aaaaarrrgh!!!!!!! Is it too much to ask that the decisions I make for my dog are respected? Don't ask why, because I'm the mother, that's why!!! Every single day... I'm getting immune to it because frankly, as I've learnt from past experiences, argueing will get me nowhere other than low self-esteem.

But I'm not an emo teen so... have a totally grown up song to express my current mood:

I probably should've kept this to myself but I've learnt (I'm full of knowledge these days) that this isn't good, or healthy. And as I've explained before I haven't kept a diary in years.

I feel better now. Thank you.

Love,

Mon xx

Or whatever. My holiday is approaching *squeals* and as anyone would, I want to feel good with my flesh in full show. So I'm cutting out lowering the crap intake to boost my health, energy and make my skin glow before I drink all those nice cocktails because you can't wear make-up on the beach, in the sweaty heat.

My new fad is this:

Apparently it's a wonder fruit and it's used to cure all sorts of evil diseases.

So swap your Haribo for physalis, kids! But please don't ask for syphilis in the shop, that'd be embarassing, wouldn't it...mum?

Love,

Mon xx

So last night I went out with the girls to celebrate the end of uni. After a lovely meal and a bottle of red wine at a French restaurant, we moved onto drinks. It's funny how sugary alcopops make me feel sick, vodka makes me feel sick, mixing beer and wine makes me feel sick, but after all the lovely drinks I mixed last night I feel fine, apart from the slight headache - but that's probably because my dogchild got me out of bed six hours after I got home, not giving me much sleepy time.

In old fashion, here are last night's highlights:

Waitress: I heard you talking about the Sex and the City film, sooo excited about it!
M & J: Ahhhhhhhh!!
Waitress: Ahhhhhh!!

J: I went to the careers fair today.
M: Aww I wanted to go to that, did you find anything useful?
J: Yeah lots of sweets and pens and these mints, want one?

M: This strawberry cider tastes like sweets. Adult, sugary sweets.
J: Haha, shut up and drink your sweets.

J: I'll give you Sue's number, she'll do Oli for you.
M: (Receive text saying "Sue the Dog") Sue's not actually a dog, is she?
J: No, no, she's a lady.
M: Good cos I don't know if I'd trust a dog cutting my dog's hair.

M: I was wearing this pirate hat in work and my boss walked in, I threw it away and then he was going on about marketing campaigns while there were red feathers flying everywhere!!
J: You were wearing a pirate hat in work?
M: And a police hat. And an Irish hat - what are they called... pilgrims?

Randomer: Come in, free shots!
M/J/J: Ok!
J: What flavour shots do you have?
Bar woman: Chocolate orange and white chocolate.
J: Ooh I can't have milk so one of you can have my voucher.
M: If I have milk I'm gonna suffer and you're gonna suffer. Just saying.

M: Do you want a pinky winky and a dave?
J: A what?!
J: Go for it, it's nice.
M: Do you want a dave as well?
J: Urgh no I can't drink daves.

M: She hit the floor, he hit the floor, lalalala, no no no no no no no no! (Real lyrics - corrected by my sister: she hit the floor, next thing you know, shorty got low low low low low low low...)

Randomer: Here take this sticker (sticks it on my jacket).
M: Hey!! I don't want a sticker. She stuck the sticker on me. What does it... "I love sex!". How rude?! She stuck "sex" on me! That's a naughty word, I don't wanna go round with sex on me. (stick it on glass window). Ha, now Lloyds's got sex on it.
J: It always has.

J: Do you want a Steamboat?
M: What's that?
J: Southern Comfort and lemonade.
M: Ooh Southern Comfort and lemonade!

M: Are we outside?
J: Bless you. You're so cute. (Looking at J) She's so cute.

Randomer: (To J) Do you work at ---?
J: No.
Randomer: Yeah you do, I saw you there this afternoon. It's ok, it's nothing to be ashamed of.
J: No, really, it is.

J: I fancy pizza.
J: I think I feel like Subway.
M: I can't have a sandwich, too big. Pizza, what kind of pizza?
J: I don't know, cheese and tomato.
M: That's veggie. Ok, that's cool. Urgh, Gooood I so don't fancy food right now.

J: Who are you texting?
J: My dad, just wanna know if he's awake then I'll talk him into coming to pick me up. And I've told him M and J are here and they need to get home too.
M: Is your dad awake?
J: No, bastard.

Nice catching up with the girls. Today's song is:

Low rider - Flow. Or so I thought.

Love,

Mon xx

"Charlie, don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted. He lived happily ever after."

Today I've done a number of useful things. Tried on my prom dress, which looks so gorgeous - elegant and understated with a massive detail on the side. Really, really pretty. I'm sooo happy with it.

I also read Elle magazine. And as always, I wonder who actually buys the stuff on there. But one thing caught my eye. And then I felt like watching Breakfast at Tiffany's. But I haven't got that film.

I'm very bored already.

Love,

Mon xx

I've decided to compile a soundtrack that reminds me of my university years!

Here are the tracks that sprung to mind:

And my favourite, the anthem, if you will...

So... what songs remind you of your college days??

Love,

Mon xx

Well I've done it. And I'm only sleep deprived, depressed and emotionally numb but it's all fixable surely.

Missed me?!

I'm not celebrating until I get my results next month but I'm so happy that there are no more exams/essays to do and I can actually enjoy my life! It's the end of a cycle and the beginning of a much better one. One where I have time to read for leisure and not just academic books, a house of my own, with dogs, a man, and a big closet with many, many pairs of pretty shoes. Bring on the real world and what I've been working towards these past four years - a great career! Man... four years. Four horrible, long years. Unbelievable. It's over. Oooooveeeeer.

Wooooohoooooo!!!!!

And let's not forget, Happy Birthday to my Miza!! Today's song is dedicated to me maaahhh:

Love,

Mon xx