Family meetup, Charades and Loud Music..

Today was that family thing we do every year at Grandma’s. It was really fun, nice to see the cousins and all that, we had a good laugh playing Chrades.. Martin was acting out the word ‘obscure’ for absolutely ages until I managed to put ‘BobManure’ into a word with some significance. I think there was no one happier than Martin when I finally got it.

There was SO MUCH food. It just didn’t stop coming. I don’t think I can eat for a week now. 

Tomorrow, Harvey is taking me to London to see ‘Billy Elliot – The musical.’ Im so so so so excited! Ive only been to London once when I was younger, so to just go there is amazing, but then to see one of my favourite films in theatre is just an added bonus!

I cannot sleep. There’s a party downstairs and the music is so loud, I honesty don’t think it would make a difference if I was sat in bed in the middle of the dancefloor, it’s that loud.

 I really should sleep soon.. or try.

Christmas day 2013

I am writing to you from my new shiny laptop, which I am very lucky to have! 🙂

I also got a new pink toilet seat – partly as a joke because I always use my parents’ bathroom rather than my own.

I got lots of other stuff too, I’ve been incredibly spoilt.

especially, by Harvey, who got me tickets to a London theatre showing of Billy Elliot the musical, Its honestly the best present I have!

This year is the first Christmas that as a family we opened our presents Christmas morning, not at 6pm or boxing day which until recently we did. I felt like opening them at 9.30 was FAR too early, but it was great and we even had smoked salmon and scrambled egg on toast!

This Christmas has also been a really, really good one ( so far, I don’t want to speak too soon! ) literally the best I can remember. Its the first year we haven’t done food at the pub and working on the bar isn’t that bad – to be honest working Christmas day is never bad but  got lots of tips and it was kinda chilled.

Last year, Nanna passed  away and although its really sad not seeing her today I know nothing can make this Christmas worse than last year. The year before that, we spent most of the day in the hospital with Amy after her bandage slipped from an ear operation and then we had to go home and work and by the end of it we were pooped!

All in all, today’s been great so far; I’ve eaten an entire box of chocolates and I’m still excited for a  HUGE turkey roast dinner! I think we’re going to watch the movies I bought mum for Christmas, too.

I cant wait to spend new year with all my friends!

A good book

Oh my days, I was desperate to write a post and I thought i’d do it from my computer to be faster than doing it on my phone – turns out that wasn’t the case. I had to wait F-O-R-E-V-E-R for Internet explorer to load, only when It had loaded did I realize that my mum’s office computer isn’t as ancient as my little laptop and actually had Google Chrome Installed. Then as the page was loading There was this big red Flashy thing informing me I had won an iPad. Nice try, Internet Explorer. The only thing I gained from that Alert box was a headache.

Anyway, back to the post..

I love it when it gets colder nights and It goes darker earlier each night. I don’t appreciate the rain though, all cold and makes you jeans stick uncomfortably and makes your hair look greasy and hang all limp and POO.

However, The cold, dark nights make me all cosy, that was the point.

This morning, during first period, I started to read ‘The fault in our stars.’ Its got a very good reputation as an incredibly tragic and romantic book so I thought I’d give it a go. Safe to say if I haven’t read it all by first period tomorrow i’ll be surprised. Amazing, amazing book already and I’m only 3/5 of the way through it. I’ve laughed and I’ve cried and I cant wait to do more of that in the very near future.

Back to feeling cosy, (oh my god red zigzag lines. NO, AMERICAN SPELL CHECK, I AM NOT INCAPABLE OF SPELLING.)

I was reading this book tonight at the train station, again on the 3 minute train ride and then i even read it as I did the 4 minute walk back to my house. Granted, I stepped in quite a few puddles and may have reared off into the road a couple of times. The pages got all spotty because of the rain so i’m hoping the library woman will have her fit about that AFTER I’ve returned it and walked safely out of the college premises. All totally worth it.

I got home, walked up the front steps, opened the front door, said hello to my mum and dad, dodged the pool table ( do not forget I live in a pub,) and got upstairs into my room, kicked off my shoes, pulled off my jeans and crawled under my duvet all without looking up. Then I lay there, all cosy and warm in my bed both laughing and crying at this book which will definitely be a new favourite of mine. I cannot tell you how nice it was to just get lost for an hour without my phone buzzing. I’m pretty sure its one of those books that has one of those huge impacts on you for a couple of days afterwards, where you wish with all your heart that the book would never end or that you could just live in the world of those pages but you can never reread it because it just wont be as magical and enigmatic and i’m rambling shush Michaela.

Its put me into the mood where I just want to write and write and write, I get so much inspiration! I CANNOT go back to away with the fairies though, because I know that once I do It’ll consume me and I wont want to stop and to be honest I’m struggling  to find time for friends, family, college work, a job, a boyfriend, a blog, a diet, the internet, a criminal minds addiction AND a book (both writing and reading) . Not gonna happen, my brain is not clever enough to comprehend that much activity. However I do have a long, long list of books I want to read thanks to A-Level Literature introducing me to so many authors I’ve never met.

Congratulations, You just wasted approximately 4 minutes reading this post about what is going on in Michaela’s little brain. But thanks, anyways. Always open to new authors to add to my forever growing list.

Love from me.x

Appreciation for Parents.

At this age, you think you know it all.
But we don’t.

we wouldn’t be anything without our mum’s and dads.

we wouldn’t have clean clothes, a nice, cooked dinner on the table. We wouldn’t have the money to pay for things such as the broadband so many of us can’t imagine life without.

We wouldn’t have ANYTHING, and we certainly don’t show them the appreciation they deserve.

Parents are the ones who, first and foremost, gave us the greatest gift of all; the gift of LIFE. without them, I wouldn’t be here writing this, and you wouldn’t be there reading it. After that they go on to feed us, clothe us, teach us to talk, to walk, to run. They are the ones who kiss that poorly knee better once you’ve fallen of the bike Dad taught you to ride and Mum saved up to buy for you. Parents enrol us into school to give us a good, qualitative education and they teach us wrong from right.

They are the ones we go to for advice, the ones that make christmas happen (That doesn’t just happen, You know. Parents literally put blood, sweat and a lot of money into making christmas what it is.), that buy our birthday cakes and presents, they shed that proud tear when you say that one line you have in the school play you’ve been practicing for months.

They had a life once before they brought us into the world. They could go out when they pleased to see friends or go to see a film or to drink, yet they gave most of it up so that they could care for you and let you live the life they substituted for you.

They save and they work to earn the money that makes your world go round.

Yet we take that for granted.

‘My mum’s a bitch.’ When she won’t let you go to see the new band you like without an adult, because you’re not old enough to look after yourself, even if you think you are, the minute that big strong man see’s you and picks you up, you have no chance.

She isn’t doing it to be a bitch, she’s doing it to protect you.

I’ve done it, I still do. I take my parents for granted every single day. Those little things they spend time doing,  that make the difference.

‘Dad’s a douche’ because he wont give YOU the ten pounds that YOU want to spend on a new top. That ten pounds HE worked for. HE spent time earning?

What gives you the right to take that away from him?

I’m not saying the kids of this generation are bad kids, I’m saying sometimes we all forget how much our parents worked for us, fought for us, bought for us, gave up for us.

They made their own lives harder, so ours could be great.

Say Thank you to them.

Christmas Gifts.

Christmas. Today, it’s 69 (ooo-err!) day’s until the day we all wake up, and sit in our jimmies opening various presents in front of the fir-blaah blah blah.
My parents own a pub, so I’ve always known Christmas to be the day that my parents are too busy working for christmas,and we would open our presents in the evening with Dad’s rhythmic snoring in the background after a few too many sherries and more than his share of mince pies. Although the pretty lights and novelty decorations are equally exciting factors of Christmas, most people agree that the gifts old saint nick brings us the night before is the most exciting part. Now, it’s easy to ask for the presents, a new phone, laptop, ipad (mostly technical items, have you noticed?) But when it comes to buying people gifts, it can leave a lot of people like me stumped.
Especially Boys, what the hell do you get them? If they come from a completely planet like often said, how are you meant to know what they like or want for christmas? You could go all simple, such as chocolate or deodorant, or even clothes. If you want something special or a significantly good present I have absolutley no idea where to start, and to be perfectly honest, have great difficulty deciding what to get my boyfriend this year.
Christmas in my house wouldn’t happen without my mum. She decorates the house, cooks the dinner, buys the presents, wraps the presents…etc etc. I don’t know whether my dad’s just a lazy one (which, when it comes to family he is) but my mum does everything, anyway. Therefore, I like to give her something special each year. Last year, (feel free to take my idea..;) ) I wrapped up various things, (I bought her a coat she liked, but didn’t buy to save money, some fluffy socks, some bath things, a pretty candle,a nice pair of earrings…) And wrapped them up seperatley, and labelled them ‘to my taxi driver’ ‘to my cook’ ‘to my cleaner’ ‘to my bestfriend’ etc.. So she had lots to open. 🙂 but this year, I don’t know how I’m going to top it…

Michaela.x