'Nothing good ever happens after 2am'

I always have late night epiphanies. 


Whether they be incredible thoughts as to how to solve a problem...


Or an 'OHMYGODIHATEMYLIFEANDEVERYONEINITIWILLSITINMYBEDANDCRYFOREVER.' epiphany. 


But, the other day, I was sitting on my sofa, with a cup of tea, watching 'How I Met Your Mother'. Now, incase you don't watch it, the show is about a Guy in Manhattan, New York and is telling his kids the story of how he met their mother. And each story has some kind of moral attached to it, or a 'Wives tale'. This particular episode had a motto that his mother had taught him: 'Nothing good ever happens after 2am'. 


Now, I know it's a fictional T.V. programme and some weirdo in an office with a computer probably thought that up after hours of thinking. But, it still got me thinking: "They've got a point. Nothing I've ever done after 2am has ever been a good idea." Of course, they exaggerated it on the show, but it still made sense to me. 


Let's face it, most of the time when I'm awake at 2am, I'm either sitting in my room eating something and talking to someone on Skype, or I'm out getting drunk. The first of which is the most common. 


Now, in HIMYM, they show Ted, the main guy, using his 'After 2am brain' to go and see a girl, whilst he already has a Girlfriend, who is currently in Germany. I should just point out, the plot is probably deeper than I'm making out, I've just been awake a long time and really can't be bothered to spell out the whole plot for you. If you're interested, then go and watch it. I recommend it. 


ANYWAY, the 2am brain is the thing that makes you do stupid things after 2am. To quote the show: "If it's after 2am, just go to sleep." This is advice I should be taking. You see, after 2am, your brain starts to lose any logic it retained. In my case, not much. And you start to do things without thinking. It's kind of like being drunk on tiredness. 


So, kids, if you ever find yourself in a situation after 2am and you feel it can only go wrong, just go to sleep. 


Sleep well and such.

The Chordettes - Mr Sandman

With a little help from my friends...

Being away from Uni, and all of my Uni friends, has made me realise something. 


I MISS THEM ALL SO MUCH AND I AM NOTHING WITHOUT THEM. 


That's a slight exaggeration, but I do miss them all. 


The fact that they're all so far away, and we're too busy or poor to meet up makes me UBER sad. 


It's bad enough that I can't see my boyfriend all the time, but all of my Uni friends are so far away. And, after a year of being 5 minutes away from all of them, it's weird. I can't stand not seeing them all. 


I have friends at home, and don't get me wrong I love them, but most of the friends that I had at home before I went to Uni aren't really speaking to me any more. (Apparently, that's what happens when people go to Uni, but it's just sad.) And the few that are all have jobs or are still at college... So I'm spending most of my time sitting on my computer eating junk food and getting fatter, which is the exact opposite of what I wanted to do with my summer. 


Having no money, no job and no way of getting around, I'm pretty much stranded here. 


I NEED TO GET OUT AND GET MONEY BUT NO-ONE WANTS TO HIRE ME AND THIS MAKES ME SAD. 


Any way, I'm one of those people who sits around and waits for things to come to them, rather than being pro-active and doing things for themselves. It's always been a bad feature about me, among other things. 


To conclude this rather sad post, I'm going to put a lovely song about my friends and how much I love them. 


Just keep swimming. 

You've got a friend in me - Toy Story

Just keep swimming...

I have done nothing so far in past 2 weeks of being at home. 


For me, a good day out is a trip into Stratford, and that usually just means walking around the town a few times, then going home. 


There's nothing interesting for me to do. It's not the same as when I was 11 and I could just go to some random summer camp, I've got to actually get a job - Which, by the way, isn't going well. I applied for one, and they called me back. But I didn't answer the phone because I was in bed, thinking they'd call me back. They didn't. 


So, you know, that went well. 


So, now, I'm looking for a job literally anywhere. 


And I mean anywhere. 


As much as I love it, I can't just volunteer and busk all summer. As fun as it sounds. 


I need to get a solid income to take to Uni with me. Somehow, I don't think busking will bring in that much money. 


So far my best bet for a job is the new Aldi they're building in Stratford. It's better than nothing.


I also need to join a gym. It's just awkward for me. I hate when you walk into a gym and the person at reception has obviously loved sport since they were 7 and love keeping fit.. Then you walk up to their desk and they look at you like you called them fat. I get that every time. I have only ever used a Gym once, and it wasn't the best experience, but that's a completely different blog post entirely. But I'll tell you this: I used a running machine. It wasn't a fun time.  


You can tell I'm not the biggest fan of keeping fit. But I need to start. 


To finish of this rather short post, a beautiful song about being busy. 


Keep swimming. 

Olly Murs - Busy

London Calling....

I haven't been on a proper holiday since year 10 when I went on a Netball tour to Spain with my school.


BUT THAT'S ABOUT TO CHANGE... kinda.


BECAUSE I'm going to London for three days. (It's as close to a holiday as I'm going to get, so I'm getting very excited about it.)


We have an agenda and everything, even though we're not actually going until July. We're very organised.


Friday 6th of July:
Train to London Marylebone
Tube from Marylebone to Euston Square
Go to Speedy's cafe (The place where they film 'Sherlock')
Tube to Baker Street.
Look around the Sherlock Holmes Museum
Check into Hotel.


Saturday 7th of July: TOURISM DAY.
Go to places in London.
See Detroit at the National Theatre


Sunday 8th July: COMIC CON.
Yes. You read that right, we're going to the Comic Con in London. Booyah.
Get Anthony Stewart Head's autograph.
Get train home.


Can you see why I'm so excited. It's the ultimate Nerd Weekend.


So, there is only one real song that can sum up this Holiday post.


Stay classy, San Diego.

Cliff Richard and the Shadows - Summer Holiday

Life's a happy song...

As the name of the post may suggest, I'm in a good mood. 


It doesn't happen very often. I'd embrace it. 


But yes, there are many reasons to my excellent mood. 


The weather is not one of them.


'So'. I hear you cry. 'Why are you in such a good mood?' 


There are many reasons for my good mood. 

• IT'S SUMMER. NO MORE UNI WORK.
• I've met a lovely fella. 
• I've had a lovely, stress-free couple of days.

SUMMER 2012: 

It's finally summer. 3 months of freedom where I can do anything I like, as long as it's on the bus or train route from where I live and not illegal or life threatening. There is so much that I plan to do over the next 3 months that my head begins to hurt just thinking about it. Places to go, people to see. I want to see at least 3 different pieces of live theatre before I go back to Uni, simply because I want to 'Broaden my horizons' before the next two years of hard work. There is a touring production of 'Dirty Dancing' which I might take my sister to see, and I wouldn't mind paying a visit to the National Theatre to see some theatre there. 

But, before I can plan all of these shenanigans, I need to have money which, at the moment, I have little of. Which means I need to get off my lazy bottom and find myself a job, something which has always daunted me. I'm rubbish around people, and making good first impressions is a tricky thing for me to do, so you can imagine how much fun job interviews are. But, in the absence of getting a job, I always have my trump card: Busking. 

Yeah, I know what you;'re thinking.. 'If you don't like job interviews, how the hell are you going to manage busking?' 

EASILY: I just find a friend to do it with me and it's much less daunting. 

MY LOVELY FELLA: 

Well, I say lovely. He'll do, for now. 

No, but seriously, I've finally managed to sort my life out enough to find myself a rather lovely man. We're one of those couple that are irritating because we just insult each other and don't shut up, then when we're apart, we're still texting each other. We've spent a lot of time together, and it's lovely... Even if he does hate Glee and thinks that Nandos is mediocre.

And I've overused the word 'lovely'. 

STRESS FREE: 

I never have  more than two days without stress. Ever. Which is probably why I'm always complaining and in a bad mood. 

BUT NOT LATELY. I've had a week or so with no stress and no problems. It's been lovely. I've got the internet in my room, so I don't have to sit and wait three hours for my little netbook to load. I've been floating arounf with my head in the clouds and I don't care. It's been lovely. 

I know that eventtually somethings going to come along and cause me more stress, but I don't care at the moment, I'm happy with things right now and I'm not complaining. 

So, to finish of my happy mood, I'm going to finish with a song from the Muppet Movie, which is also the name of this blog (I'm doing that a lot lately)

Keep chilling. 

Life's a happy song - The Muppet Movie 

I dreamed a dream...

This is another one of those 'ranty' posts. 


Sorry. 


I'm part of the younger generation that people seem to have no faith in. 


I'm at University, I have good GCSE and A Level results, I'm going to have a career when I finish Uni. WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME? 


 I'm not going to spend my entire life looking for a job... Fair enough, I'm going into one of the trickiest possible careers, but at least I'm not slouching on my sofa watching Jeremy Kyle... Or applying for the show. 


This is one of the things that annoy me.. 


I try really hard at everything I do, but get very little recognition for my hard work. Sometimes, just getting constructive criticism is nice, because at least you know they took the time to notice you. 


But then you see people who get praised for doing stupid things; the sort of thing that, if normal people like me did, people would look at you with a 'You want praise for that? What are you, 5?' look. 


It was always like that at High School.


I was always the 'average' kid. I wasn't amazing at anything, but I was doing well enough to get by. So I never got noticed by the teachers. The only time teachers took notice of me was when I did something dreadful: Like the time I hit a girl on a bus on a school trip in year 7. Or when, in year 10, when I was so angry at one of my P.E. teachers for making me play a game I didn't want to, then forcing me to carry on playing that I used swear words and stormed out. Yeah, I was a rebel. 


Other than that, I just blended in with the furniture. I even went back for Work Experience in year 12, and the only teachers who recognized me were my old RE teacher, a couple of teachers and assistants and my year 8 german teacher, who left half way through the year, when I was actually doing well at German. SHE HADN'T TAUGHT ME FOR 4 YEARS AND REMEMBERED ME. None of my favorite teachers recognized me unless I went out of my way to introduce myself. I literally felt gutted. I'd been gone from the school about 9 months and barely anyone remembered me. It's as if I'd been invisible for the 5 years I was there. 


So, that got me thinking. 


I need to make an impression. I need people to remember me. 


I'm fed up of being average. Fed up of blending in. 


Of course, half way through 6th form wasn't the place to make this epiphany, because most people didn't care about you if you hadn't made an impression by the 3rd week into the first term. 


So, University was the place I needed to make myself noticed. 


I needed to find my feet in the career path that I wanted to take and make sure I pursued it. 


That's what I'm doing. 


(I'm finally getting to my point, I promise.) 


Ever since I was little, I've loved performing. Singing, dancing, acting. EVERYTHING. 


And, I know it sounds lame, but that's all I've ever wanted to do. It's what I've always thought I was good at, even if I've never really approached it the right way. I used to be really pushy and arrogant, no seriously. But, now, I'm trying to be a better person, even though I've made mistakes before. 


I've never really been confident with my singing voice, or my acting skills... (But I've got wicked Dance moves. Just saying.) So, I'm going to try so hard to become what I've always wanted. A musical theatre performer, and to perform in musicals to entertain and to encourage other people to follow their dreams. Oh, God I sound cheesy.  


And, just for the record, my dream role would probably be Eponine or Fantine in Les Mis... I know, Cliche. But, they're such amazing characters. And they're solo songs are just... NOM. 


To finish my post, I'm going to use the title of the blog as a clue to the song at the end of the post... 


ENJOY. 


Be fabulous. 

Lea Salonga - I Dreamed a Dream - Les Miserables 25th Anniversary Concert 

Fame, fortune and FAKERY?

It seems these days that to be famous you need to be a selection of things:

• Skinny
• Pretty
• Rich
• Talentless
• FAKE.

Disagree? 

How many people in the charts today look like they've been dragged through The Only Way is Essex backwards? 

And, while we're on the topic of The Only Way is Essex... Have you ever had more of a reason to throw things at your Tv screen? They're a bunch of fake tanned, spoilt, rich kids who think it is appropriate to act like complete idiots.. Well, I say 'act like complete idiots', if you combined their IQs, you wouldn't even get into double figures. That's not acting. 

Then you see things like this. 

They make your blood boil. 

Why would anyone want a 'backstage look at her life'... Surely that's just like watching a rock with hair extensions? 

And, whilst we're talking about 'fakery' and 'hair extensions', some of you may be aware of a show called 'Snog, Marry, Avoid.'. A show in which girls who are too fake for their own good get 'made under' by a computer. 

What a brilliant idea. 

Just, maybe not for television. 

I'm not one of those people who thinks people shouldn't be themselves, I think people should be free to express themselves in anyway they feel they need to. But when they wear very little clothing and enough fake tan to erase the colour white from the spectrum, that's when people need to step in. 

However, exploiting them and embarressing them on Tv is slightly cruel. Some of them have the intelligence of a peanut, so they don'y understand that people at home are laughing at them and not with them... And, in a way, when I am laughing at the orange Oompa Lumpas standing on screen, I do feel slightly sorry for them. 

But, why is it that people who are this fake, and people like Tulisa (Who was voted the sexiest woman by FHM readers... I mean seriously, what the hell?) who are talentless and fake, always seem to get attention whereas normal hardworknig people, who aren't fake and annoying, never seem to get noticed. 

You may not know this, but the song 'Love the way you lie', by Rhianna and Eminem, was actually written by a young girl in America called Skylar Gray. The record company liked the song, and wanted her to do the song with Eminem.. but they didn't think it would sell as well as it would if it was a big star, so they bought the song from Skylar for $1,000,000 and got Rhianna to sing on the track, which them made millions.

So, I want to leave you with one final thought. 

If you want to be famous for something worthwhile, work for it. It may be hard work, and it may take a long time, but it's so much easier than being someone you're not and having people think that's all you are. 

Always be yourself and don't change because someone tells you to. 

You are fabulous. 

LADY GAGA - BORN THIS WAY