Scotland Holiday!

Sorry Internet!

I know I haven't been posting lately, but that's because I'm in Scotland!

Yep. And that means cold, wet and windy......woo

Anyway! I'm up here visiting my sister at St Andrews. St A is awesome! There are a tonne of awesome people and awesome traditions and some pretty awesome societies. Like the AIR~BENDER SOCIETY!! Oh yes, you read that correctly. I suggested a flash mob but they didn't go for it....awks!

But where we're staying, the sea is right on our door step so there's so connection or wifi. This explains why I'm sitting on the grass up the road :D But the cottage we're staying in is SUPER cosy!

But note to self, never watch "World War Z" (AWESOME FILM!) In the dark where there's  gap in the curtains...yeah...i had many panick attacks and nervous episodes while watching this film... :D

We're also on the road of the best fish and chip shop in the world!!!! or the UK atleast :P Aaand i found the most pristine, big and fully working crab claw!!!!!!!! :D My dogs Heidi and Bailey also came with us. Bailey is the small white one :)

And now it's started to rain...well...the sun was nice while it lasted :P

Here are some pictures!
Enjoy!

The Awkward Moment When...

The laptop's track-pad doesn't pick up your finger but it picks up my orange when it rolls across....

"I don't know either" moment

Tip Of The Day...

I think the biggest tip anyone can give anyone is not to be a dinosaur, and this is why...

Why be a dinosaur when you could be 

Nutella!!

The Awkward Moment When...

...You're talking to your crush and you don't want to look stupid so you nod along to what they're saying even though you have no idea what they're talking about or what it means.

This goes on for about  a minute until he asks you a question about it....damn

Facepalm Moment

Saturday Night Grooving

Hello Internet!

Just a heads up! Every Saturday I will be posting a baby playlist for different moods every weekend...Until i run out because then i will go round again!! Kinda like a carousel...but with better music :D

Also!

Friday to Sunday, I won't be posting anything (sad face) as I am off on D of E! And if you don't know what that is, it's a lot of walking, a lot of mud, a lot of hills and a lot of fun! So I'll be saying so long tomorrow for a few days. Wish me luck!! :P

And yes, that is a Mickey Mouse hand! :P

Remember When It Rained #3

I was in such a state of shock I didn’t know what to do. I looked around me and on the sofa to see if Matt had passed out last night, he must’ve taken himself off to bed as the only thing he left behind as his ass print on the cushion and an empty beer can. I then checked his room but he wasn’t there either. I didn’t mind though, he’s always getting in the way when I want to be alone, so I grabbed the letter shut myself in my bedroom and threw myself onto the bed with the letter falling delicately onto the bed in front of me as it flew out of my hand.

I opened it as carefully as I could. I kept on thinking to myself, this couldn’t be it. Could it? After all these years she’s finally found me? I took the letter out of the envelope, and slowly opened it. I was so excited, crying almost. My emotions were running wild within me I didn’t really know what to feel, happy? Sad? Everything kind of flooded in at once. I started to read.

Josh,

I hope this is you. I’ve been trying to find you for years…I’ve missed you.

I know what you’re thinking, could that have really of been me last night? Yes, it was me. I’ve basically hit rock bottom, I’ve lost my job, my friends, my money…my life, and now I’m living in the gutter. Sometimes literally.

When I saw you last night I felt hope. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, I felt terrible for leaving all those years ago but now that my grandmother has ‘gone’ recently, I feel like I’m somehow free. Like there’s no one to pull me back. Although this also means there’s no one to save me.

If this is you Josh, I wondered if we could talk. I will get myself cleaned up and explain everything to you, I just want you to understand. If you do, come to the local park, central park, at around 6pm. You’ll know where it is, it’s hard to miss. I hope to see you there.

Grace x

I was speechless, yet I still managed to get ready in a flash even though the letter said 6pm. Once I’d tugged everything on after falling over a few times as well, I slowly walked to my desk chair, plonked myself down and just looked out the window. The day seemed so calm with not a cloud in site, almost unreal with the events of last night.

A few minutes later the phone broke the silence, which was strange because that’s what Matt usually does. However, it surprised me to hear it was actually the police on the phone!

It was about Matt.

“Is this a Mr Josh I am talking to?” queried the policeman.

“Umm, yes. Is there anything I can help you with officer?” I began to get worried,

“Actually yes…but you better be sitting down. I have some bad news for you”

The policeman and I talked for a while, he told me that Matt had gotten hit by a car while drunk. I got so angry! Angry and sad, I couldn’t believe I thought nothing of it when I came home, guilt filled my body like a virus. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t, but I remembered what Matt always used to say, Crying is a wuss’ reaction to life. So I gladly kept it in.

Could I even go to meet ‘Grace’ tonight? I didn’t know what I was going to do.

Remember When It Rained #2

I can’t really complain, I have a home, I have friends, I have a family and I have my imagination. That’s all you really need isn’t it?

“You’re daydreaming about her aren’t you?” Sighed Matt.

“Just leave me alone, I don’t know why I can’t get her out of my mind! I haven’t seen her in years…I can’t be in love…can I? … God I need to clear my head, I’m going for a walk in the rain” I pulled out my chair and kicked it under the desk.

“Ah, like a true Romeo” said Matt, you could sense he was making fun of me, but I just let it go. He’d only get beer on the sofa if I shoved him.

…

I’d managed to get down the ground floor without slipping on the wet trail of footprints of people scurrying up and down the stairs. Before getting outside and only just remembering I forgot my umbrella…oh well. I must’ve been outside for hours just walking and thinking. It’s amazing how much of the small details you remember when reminiscing, but also of the big chunks you miss. Days and weeks of blank memory, the only memories I could have to remember Grace by.

I finally made the decision to get back to my apartment. I wanted to get home before Matt passed out from alcohol, the image didn’t entirely appeal to me so I thought it best to hurry my footsteps. I passed an alley on the way and I heard some strange noises. I carried on. It was only until I heard a loud crash, like pots and pans falling out of a cupboard, when I got worried. So I retraced my steps and peered into the darkness. Everything seemed quiet now. It was 7:00 after all, and the rain was still hammering down so I couldn’t imagine anyone being out right now.

“Is anyone there?...” no answer.

“Hello?”

“Get out of here mate, you’re not wanted” A dusty, grey man stepped out of the shadows from behind a dumpster. “did you not hear me?”

I inched backwards sensing something wasn’t right. The man had a woollen hat, torn clothes and a cut on his face, like he’d been in a struggle of some sort. Another crash came from where he had emerged from and he rushed back. I managed to hear him whispering something over the fat rain drops on the metal sheets that had fallen down not long before.

“Don’t say anything, keep your mouth shut, and keep those legs still. Then, and only then, nothing will happen”

Not thinking, I rushed forwards to where the man was standing and saw a girl, around my age maybe a bit younger, with fair, knotted, blonde hair a ripped skirt, a soiled blouse and broken heels. Her face looked battered and bruised and she was trying not to cry. I just knew it. But before I could say anything I was on the floor with a throbbing pain in my temple. All I saw then was a dark figure running away through the puddles as I lay there. Helpless, with my head in a puddle as the rain was falling all around, relentless to stop.

…

I finally woke up with my head looking up at the sky. It had stopped raining but it was still night, the stars were shining so brightly.

“Are you okay?” A soft voice, a warm, comforting voice questioned me and I was opening my eyes, recovering from the blow. I didn’t reply to the strange voice, instead I concentrated on sitting up, and standing up. I almost fell but she helped me so I could lean on the dumpster. I looked at her properly now, she was the woman I saw last night! Except now I could see her more clearly, she had a red ribbon in her hair, tied into a bow and…she was, well, beautiful. I completely forgot about Grace. It was very battered, probably from what she had encountered before. I managed to whisper out a thanks. She didn’t really say much, but somehow she looked familiar? But I just took that as a result of my concussion I thought I had.

After a while of awkward silence I said I better be on my way. So we parted and I stumbled back to my apartment, taking the lift this time. I instantly went to my bed not thinking about checking on Matt. All I had on my mind was that woman, and sleep.

…

I woke up at 6:00 after only a few hours sleep, still feeling like I had a hangover. I went to check to see if there was any mail even though it never usually comes until 9:00. I opened the door and saw something I never thought to ever see again.

A pristine red envelope, with no ink splodge or crease to be seen. And only one word on the front. Josh. And beside it? A battered red ribbon…

My Traumatic Day!

Hey Internet!

I thought that my life was pretty interesting today..well traumatic that is...STORY TIME!!

Well, me and my friend were walking back to outside the school's library when suddenly ... the worst happens.

A FREAKING HUGE daddy long-legs decides to take refuge on my chest!!

So i'm just froze, standing there like a lemon like I've just been shot and I don't know what to, while my friend is just wetting herself laughing on the grass! So in my moment of terror, my grand idea was ....(wait for it).... to do a Irish jig in a circle in an attempt the fling it off.

And thank god it did, but little did I know ... a teacher was right behind me... Yep!

This pretty much proves my theory that with the amount I've killed in my house they're slowly but surely all joining a cult and planning to smother me in my sleep...*shiver*

So hopefully you'll empathize with me! Haha

And while I'm at it! Over 1000 views now! Thank you so much guys for reading and sharing and liking my blog! I appreciate it a tonne! Also thanks to some of my friends (Matt and Gemma!) for 'advertising' my blog too :P

Thank youuuuuuu!!!

Remember When It Rained #1

Hello Internet!

Yes, I have written a story! It is based around one of my all time favourite song, sung by my all time favourite singer! It will come in chapters every few days to keep checking to be kept in the loop! Hope you like it :D

© Chapter 1: 
 Dear Grace,

Do you remember when…

*Sigh* “No, I can’t write that” I looked out of the window opposite me, leaning back in my chair hoping that some inspiration would come to me as fast as the rain was coming down outside. It was one of those typical, dreary days that England has to offer, and to be honest it wasn’t doing me any good.

“Josh are you still working on that letter? You’ve been at it for hours. Come and take a break, I’ll grab you a beer”

“I need to get this finished Matt, it’s been almost 9 years since we last talked…I just need to know she’s okay”

At that moment Matt gave me a suspicious look, “So you wanna know if she’s okay do you?” I gave him a glare, so he went and sprawled out on the sofa, getting the hint that I wasn’t in the jokey mood I’m usually in.

Grace and I had been friends ever since we were kids, both our mothers called us inseparable but we preferred to think of ourselves as partners in crime…of the cookie jar that is. We used to meet up all the time, rain or shine. As long as we were together nothing else mattered. We often snuck down to the beach and met next to the old shack right by the shore in the evenings or early in the mornings, to scavenge for crab and lobster shells for fun. Grace always came prepared with her wicker flower basket she got for her 6th birthday, whereas the only thing I brought was my rain coat. Once we’d had enough of rummaging our hands through the sand and shingle, we would bury ourselves in the seaweed that covered the far part of the beach. We’d gather bucket loads (or basket loads) of it and pile it up into a huge mound and pretend it was a raging sea monster of the high seas! Grace would then pretend to be the damsel in distress and I, her knight in shining armour.

But these antics were often short lived as we had to race back to our homes before any one realised we were gone, leaving the salty mound of sea weed to be destroyed by the incoming wind and waves.

But when Grace was 10 her parent’s died in a car accident in Wales…she was devastated, we barely talked after this happened. I used to go down to beach, just in front of the old shack, by myself in the evenings watching the waves as they broke against the rocks, hoping that she would come down and meet me there once again. It must have done this for around 3 weeks when I finally noticed her slowly walking down towards me. Without her basket. She sat me down and began to cry, her hair was plastered to her face from the salty spray. She explained that because she had no one here anymore, she had to go and live with her Grandmother in America. Everything seemed to slow down when she told me this, I just couldn’t believe it. The thought of never being able to see her again seemed to rip me apart. After an hour of sitting in silence, we both parted and went our own ways back to our homes, not worried of the thought of our carers giving us hell when we got back.

The next day a letter came for me, my mother gave it to me with a sympathetic grin, “Grace dropped this round earlier while you were sleeping…I didn’t want to wake you.” I took it and ran up to my bedroom, unsuccessfully attempting to keep in the flood of tears that had been bursting to get out since my mother gave me the envelope. It was red and pristine, not a crease or an ink slodge in sight, and on the front was just my name. Josh.

Josh,

I’m really going to miss you, there won’t be a day that goes by when I’ll stop thinking about you. I had to drop this letter round this morning because by the time you’re reading this I’ll probably already be on the plane, I really did want to give it to you in person but your mum said that you were sleeping, and I didn’t think it was fair to wake you just for a letter…

Anyhow, this is my Grandmother’s address. If you want to, we can keep in touch by letters, gran says it’s too expensive to ring every day so this is the only alternative. I’m really sorry, maybe when we’re older we can meet up again?

Goodbye,

Love Grace x

By the time I’d read the letter the tears I had been fighting back were streaming down my face.

I can’t really remember the rest of that day, all it seems to me now is a blur. But I do remember me and Grace exchanging letters, this happened for a year or so before us both forgot about each other as we ventured off to college. A chance to finally start our lives as our own. But unfortunately for me I had some…concentration issues. All I could think about was Grace.

Because of this, my grades hit rock bottom and I dropped out college. That’s why I’m here now I guess. 23 years old, no job, no girlfriend and living with a roommate that cares more about his beer than the rent…

Get To Know Me!

Hello Internet!

Well, I've been posting for you guys a while now and I figured that you should get to know me as I will hopefully be your blogger for the foreseeable future! ;) Haha

There are basically - things you need to know about me:

1) I loooove food!
2) I am a loud and proud Grobanite!
3) I love to bake cakes!
4) My whole world literally revolves around music!
5) And i hate revising -_-
6) Watch out, there's a Whovian about!

So! Yes I love food, if I could I would marry food! My favourites have got to be curries and Galaxy chocolate *casually daydreams about eating* ... mmmmm...
This is also the reason why I will never have a nice body at any summer time...I just love food too much! :') The flavours, the textures, the hotness, the mildness...the smell and crunchiness of freshly baked bread....(focus Megan!)

I've loved to bake for years too! Cakes are my best, at school me and my sisters used to bake them aaaall the time for teachers and friends. Chocolate brownie...yummmm *casually daydreams about eating*...

I listen to music everyday, without doubt. I've taken music for one of my GCSEs (which is kinda like a baby qualification :P). I basically live in the music department at school as I used to have a form there, I have so many clubs there, my classes are there, and basically because it's always either so peaceful, or full of music! And both are gorgeous situations!

See the AWESOMENESS!

And before you judge, Josh Groban is the best singer in the world!! He is my idol, I have almost all his CDs, he is the funniest guy on the planet! And I just LOVE him!! If you haven't checked him out yet then you should! :P His voice just makes you melt! And my life goal is to and see him in concert with VIP tickets when he is next in England..if all else fails I will swim to America! :D

Yes, like all teenagers I hate to revise when I could be trawling the internet for useless knowledge that I keep saying to myself is worth adding another tab to the all ready 5 million and counting all ready on my browser...
My GCSEs are coming up too, so this probably isn't the best thing to be saying, but hey ho! I'm trying my best to get my head down! Hehe.

And last but not least, I am a fully functioning officially obsessed Whovian! Me and my mate Matt, do tend to fangirl (and fanboy ;) ) About it, and casually break our keyboards as we frantically message each other about how many days left util the 50th Anniversary...48 days if any of you interneters were curious ;)

So yeah! That's me! Thanks for reading!

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I love food,

And so should you!!

Just A Little Note...With A Surprise!

Hello Internet! Just a reminder that you can follow me on Google+ and Tumblr (nutmeg998) to be kept updated on what I do, for a tonne of more new and exciting stories, topics and maybe a bit of fangirling too! :P (Ooh! That rhymes!)

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Also...I'm already at 400 views and it's not even been a week! Wow! So thank you guys so, so much for helping me get this off the ground, and hopefully you'll support me through the future as well! :D Don't forget to comment on what you want me to cover! And I'll do my best!

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On another note ('scuse the pun for what follows), if anyone of you who are reading my blog are interested in singing, then in Broomfield in the UK there's a new choir! Which I happen to be part of! (Maybe I'll see you there? Who knows!). You can more information about the choir in the link to our website below.

http://instinctchoir.com/

We sing a tonne of awesome stuff from gospel, aaaaaallllll way over to pop as well, so there's a song to suit everyone! We also enter competitions up to national standard that you can be part of! All of the people there are really friendly and we fully welcome new people, whenever they choose to join. It's for girls between 11 and 18 and if you are close to us and want to see what goes on, on the next rehearsal (which are listed on the website) you can come and watch to see what goes on. And if you're interested? Great! But if you're not? That's okay too. You don't have to be a master at music either all abilities are welcome as long as they want to sing their hearts out! :)

If you can't be arco to sit at home at the weekends...

Come to choir! Where everyone's as upbeat as the expressions on the score!! :P

Making Your Ideas Come To Life - Since 200 BC

"Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of councilors, and he most patient of teachers." - Charles W. Eliot

Writing a book can be difficult and time consuming, but when you have those creative juices flowing wonders can appear right in front of you! Sometimes to get going some people just need a little nudge in the right direction, and that's what I'm here for! I'm going to become the agony aunt of stories no matter how long, short, silly, funny, sad or serious they may be.

Here are some of the basic pointers --->

1) Have a good, solid plot-line brewing somewhere.

 It doesn't matter if it's the start or the end of your story, just as long as it's something you can expand on. When you're writing you may choose to put different events at different points anyway.

If you're struggling for a good plot line there's inspiration everywhere! You could even base yours around a piece of music or an event that happened to you or someone you know.

2) Read, read, read!

Reading books is the most important thing if you want to become a successful writer. It can not only give you inspiration but it can help with your own english skills too!

3) Always include more.

Readers are always expecting more! Go beyond the common 5 senses! People love writers who take into account the weight of a new jacket or the fresh oil left on the tracks once a vintage train has passed. Simple add-ins like these can set the scene of you story that much more interesting.

4) Play with the readers emotions.

Make them laugh or make them cry, use objects in certain situations to make people feel something. 

For example, put together a child and homelessness and BAM! You've got women all over the world giving in to their motherly instincts.

5) Take your tiiiiiiiime.

This is probably the most important thing to do. You don't want to rush your masterpiece after all do you? Taking your time can give you the chance to check for mistakes and grammatical errors. Also, if your are running out of ideas taking a break is actually the best thing to do! It can give you time to rethink and give your brain a chance to relax before creates magical scenarios for you to create!

If you take all of these into consideration, then who knows! You could become the next J.K Rowling or Charles Dickens...

"Books are uniquely portable magic." - Stephen King

(And this is really the case for Harry Potter!)

                                                                

"We forget why we have entered a room because passing through doors creates an 'event boundary'  causing our brain to file away what we were just thinking about"

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There must be a hell of a lot of doors where I am!

Awkward Moment #1

Basically all of my friends have Boyfriends or Girlfriends e.t.c (are there anymore?!)

And I have fully accepted my fate of being forever alone, so usually their response is...

"Awww, don't say that! You'll find Mr Right someday :3"
Or Alternatively...
"Hey..Shrek wants his face back!"

"Mr Right". Pah! My Mr Right is sitting in the fridge and his name is Galaxy! ^_^

Am I the only one who does this? Comment below and tell me what you think! Is your current boyfriend food? Do you like to cuddle up with a big bar of Galaxy and put on all those calories you never lost? (because I do!). Keep checking up on my blog too! I'll be putting up daily bits and bobs for all you interneters to read! :D

My friend Matt also has a blog that you should check out as well! 

(http://blogsandallthingsnice.blogspot.co.uk/)

It's called Blogs And All Things Nice and he has a tonne of awesome stuff on there, he's also a Whovian like I. So if you like geeks and awesomeness and awesomeness and stories and everything awesome! Then head over there now!! :P

Piggy and Proud!

Geeky and Gorgeous!

Hello Internet!

Aspiring writer, 

aspiring cook,

aspiring musician,

aspiring teacher...

Honestly? I have no idea what I'm going to do in the next few years after and even during my GCSEs! But I figured everyone has to start somewhere, and this is my way of getting out there and trying new things.

So people of the internet! Wherever you may be, join me through my interesting, fun, exciting or just plain strange journey through life!

I may be quiet on the outside, but on the inside I'm bursting with views, ideas, jokes and stories...