This was a video I made on my first day on holiday (I was pretty bored). The house was absolutely GORGEOUS though.

I found this website called 'My First Cover' and some of their facebook cover designs made me laugh so much I thought I'd share them with y'all:

I just can't understand people who would put up weird things like that on their wall... and you can just tell people who put it up will have someone in mind. And, if they know they can't have the person they like, that's quite probably because the other person told them they don't like them, so they're going to see the uploaded cover photo and just feel really irritated by the fact that this person's cover photo is about them.... you see what I mean?

That just made me laugh.

Really??

REALLY?!!?

If anyone uploaded this, it would be because they think THEY are this girl. *dramatic sigh*

Hahahaha fuck off.

...bit weird.

I admit, I liked this one.

Okay theeeeen.

If you go to the website they have some absolute crackers.

Anyway, Maddie left this morning, and we had a really good couple of days. She's mental. We didn't sleep until 6 in the morning on wednesday, we had a massive pizza order. Actually, I googled voucher codes for dominoes and they came up on a website, so never again will I buy anything online without checking to see if there's any discount out there.

Then we slept for 3 hours, woke up, watched about 5 films throughout the day under a duvet, got Ollie round for the evening and went to bed crying and the film "Alfie." So weird... but fun.

I'm still up. There's something really peaceful about being awake really late at night. I'm sat on the counter in the kitchen, playing Bon Iver - Stacks. Always reminds me of last year, badminton lessons. I'm not even sure why. It's just one of those perfect summer evening songs. It's kinda sombre, but it's also very beautiful.

Easy by Justin Vernon as well. And I'm drinking tea. I'd like to stay up all night, and then maybe doze off and wake up when the sun's just up, wake up and make pancakes. I always thought it would be nice to go and live in a little wooden hut in the middle of some snowy state. I'd just go walking and mess around in the snow and have gorgeous big fires every night and cook lovely food. I think I'd like some company too.

I am going to upload videos of my holiday, (including my mum getting very angry in Articulate), but I accidentally cancelled it earlier, and it had taken 6 minutes to upload, so couldn't be bothered to do it again.

I also have my gorgeous friend Mads staying. Haven't seen her since last summer, she's barking mad, but extremely lovely and her laugh is guaranteed to crack you up. She's been really nice company tonight, forced me to watch Harry Potter, but I guess I could cut her some slack on that one. Chances are that I'm not going to get far in life with someone else not doing that to me again.

I'M BACK. Just waiting for bluetooth to stop being gay. Hold onto your panties people.

This is brilliant, I write a post about bottoms and today I had 40 more views. It's nice to know there's more sick minded people out there.

Plus, my mum has got to a point now where she can predict what's going to happen in the archers. The other day, this character 'Vicky' was feeling a bit sick, and mum comes into my room and goes 'She's going to have a downs baby. I know it. She is.' Then today she came into my room and said 'So.... Vicky's just had a hospital appointment. She's got a high risk of having a down-syndrome baby. What did I say. I knew it.'

How cute is this though, the guy who plays this character 'Jazzer' is blind! I think that's really sweet. I don't really know why but it is.

When we were doing our drama practical, after the performance to parents, Miss Shingles came to give our group feedback and she said to James 'James... I feel like you would be really good on the radio.' That was her feedback. I'm so annoyed at Miss Shingles though, somehow I've managed to claw a B in drama, after literally not understanding a word she said all year. She used to underline bits of my work and write next to it: 'no, no, no, NO!!!' How is that helpful in anyway?!

You know, I'm not even going to talk about results tonight either. I'm actually finding the post stress worse than the pre stress. It's like you can feel the pressure of school coming at you like a train...

Anyway. Today I started my scrapbook, and I'm very happy to have a hobby again. Basically, I bought this gigantic ringbinder from paperchase and the plan is to fill it with my life through sixth form and university. I'm excited. It looks cool so far. I just like playing with the PVA to be honest though.

So this holiday, I need to calmly sit down and work out what the hell I am doing, and it will be fine. It will allll be fine.

Tonight my plan is to book open days and hair-dry my washing so I can actually pack it. Very exciting stuff.

Results tomorrow is TERRIFYING me so I'm going to blabber on about something else.

I was on my lunch break today, and found myself playing Notting Hill in my head, namely, the scene where Julie whatsherface and Hugh floppyhair are talking about her having a stunt bottom, and I got to thinking about whether I'd have a stunt bottom if I were in nudy scene.

For a start, if you were going through a bad bum phase, (tan lines, midge bites etc.), then the person you were playing opposite or everyone filming it would be thinking 'Her bottom's not very nice' and then everyone in your career would know you as the person with the shit bottom. So in a way, the damage is done because you have to have your arse out in front of the camera men and actors and everyone.

Next I was thinking about picking a stunt bum, you'd have to find one that looked realistic, so you might as well play your own bum. But then, if I sent my dad to the cinema to watch the new movie I'm in, would I feel better having told him on his way in 'And just fyi dad, don't panic it's not actually my bottom.' or would I feel better to just shove him when the scene comes up so he'd close his eyes? All things you need to think about.

Plus, if you do get a stunt bottom, anyone who knows watching the movie would think you either a) had a shit arse, which let's face it, is a good reason to get one, or b) you're a wuss. I don't want anyone thinking either of those things about my bottom, for gods sake. And if you do go for your own bottom, do they put make up on it? If you do have a midge bite, how humiliating is that, that there's someone in the credits under the title 'Guy Who Edited Poppy's Midge Bite Off Her Arse' that's embarrassing. 

So I couldn't actually come to a good conclusion. Hmmm... 

(None of the above statements reflect the wellbeing of my bottom, just so you know).

THIS MADE ME CHUCKLE:

http://www.comedyspots.tv/watch/vJM5uLk6xm

Please please can people vote for Joz to be friends with David Mitchell. You know you love me, go on.

HOLY SHIT I JUST SAW THIS MOVE OUT THE CORNER OF MY EYE!!!

There are some things I need to do before I leave home. These things were stressing me out, so I have decided, for your viewing pleasure, to list everything I must train myself in.

1. Learn to spend less time on ASOS binging. This is why I am broke. In fact, maybe I should block it from my server so I'll never be tempted.
2. Cooking- I am absolute shit at cooking and if I want to survive I must change this.
3. Teach mum how to do her own eyebrows and paint her nails, otherwise she'll have to come with me. And then so will dad because he'll have no one to cut his hair.
4. Tidy and clean my room - more to prove to myself that if the opportunity were to present itself where my room would need cleaning, I would be able to rise to the challenge.
5. Read all the Harry Potters. (Because a) I don't want to get bullied and b) I don't want to take them all with me)
6. Learn some FUNNY ice breaker jokes
7. Never resort to previously stated number 6.

That's most of it.

Things I need to do this holiday:
1. Re draft personal statement LOTS
2. Do English homework
3. Buy the drama books
4. Buy the class civ books
5. Do class civ homework (if there was any)
6. Tidy the shit hole I'm sat in.
7. Figure out Georgina's train times.
8. Figure out my train times.
9. Figure out Maddie's itinerary for when she comes
10. Figure out driving lessons
11. Start learning theory (Under NO circumstances at the advice of Ollie)
12. Chuck away my ugly clothes
13. Finish the play


That's a lot more than I thought it would be... aaaah.... oh well.

Well, I'm back. I've actually managed to come back with less luggage, an impressively slightly noticeable tan and an empty bank account.

It's been a funny week, I met some absolutely hilarious people. There was Pepsi, who was constantly laughing. I adored her. Then there was Jake, who pushed me off a wall into the sea, persuaded me that he'd had a gang bang and that people were naked under their wetsuits, and who spent a week saying 'Boys is boys'. There was Jack, who used spf 2 tanning OIL for sun protection and burnt the bejesus out of his body, Ellie who followed us round tesco while we were buying cake going 'You know where all that will end up...' Little Ellie, who I bullied into having a crush on a younger boy and now I feel terribly guilty.

The alpaca farm was absolutely beautiful, my mum came to visit and now she's bullying my dad about getting some when they move house.

Apart from that, there wasn't a huge eventful thing that happened, that's the gist. Ollie popped down to visit for a couple of days and we thought it would be hilarious to buy an inflatable boat to go sailing on... not such a good idea. Purely because there was a huge leak in one of the compartments, so it just filled with water all the time. So Ollie's genius idea? Rip a massive hole in the side of it to let the water out. Funnily enough, that didn't make it much easier.

Lights parade was beautiful, and I'd forgotten how lovely Lyme is, it feels like home since I've been going there since I was 5. My parents and I went to a wedding, and my parents said to me 'We'll take your raggy in case you want it on the way home' (my raggy was a piece of old knitting which I would rub over my top lip whilst sucking my thumb), and as we were getting into the car to go home, my parents revealed a packed suitcase for me, and we went for a few days away in Lyme. We've been going ever since and I absolutely adore the atmosphere there.

One problem, is that Lyme really didn't understand heels. Whenever we wore them, even with jeans people would stare at us like we made absolutely no sense. What can I say. Clearly not designed for beach wear, and I sort of think I could've coped without them.

I've arrived home smelling of salt and fake tan, I feel like my skin is burning a little bit but I'm very happy I went.

I thought this was a clever way to deal with classic builder issues, and yes, this was sent to me by my mother.

Well, I'm off to Lyme Regis for a week, (I hope you're appreciating the pun there), I'm actually desperately waiting for a delivery today that I need to take with me. I was hoping to be able to limit my packing, but no such luck. So far, I have 2 large bags, one carrier bag full of mum's presents and then a mini suitcase for shoes. Oh dear. I blame Jessie, I had everything sorted and then she sent me this HUGE list of everything I need. What the hell is a rash vest??

Anyway. I probably won't be able to blog when I'm there, not that I've been super organised recently anyway. But I'll jot down any thoughts I have and do a catch up when I'm home.

BYE.