Bells will be ringing the glad glad news.

After a wonderful weekend celebrating my mama's birthday, I can now officially start getting excited about christmas! Advent calendar is bought & ready to be cracked open on wednesday, I've dug out my old favourite cd of christmas songs & may even do some wrapping to really get me into the spirit.

Really wish I was somewhere like this though, it's so beautiful. Can just imagine being snuggled under a fur throw drinking hot chocolate infront of a log fire. Perfect.

I'm in the process of persuading the boyf to take me to Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park too. I just think it'll be absolutely lovely to be out enjoying the sights together, wrapped up tight in our warmest clothes & clutching paper cups of coffee to warm our freezing fingers. Let's hope he agrees & I get my wish!

This week I have missed out on random tesco trips to buy fruit gums & chocolate, overly competitive games of Mario, spontaneous gifts, play fights, pillow talk & cuddles in bed.

Remind me never to fall out with my boyfriend again.

Story of my life.

You speak the lines but don't see the truth.

I could not have said this better in a lifetime:

" Every post about rape on an major blog is littered with comments from one or all of these people.

Mr. What About The Men “The real problem here is all these false rape accusations that are destroying our society! 90 million men are falsely accused of rape every second! A woman just has to sort of mumble a word starting with ‘r’ and a man instantly gets a life sentence! There are no instances on record of a woman actually being raped!”

Ms. Tough Girl “If women would learn martial arts—70-year-olds and women with disabilities can do this if they put their minds to it, darnit—and carry weapons everywhere, no one would ever get raped! All you have to do is be ready to threaten your own friends and lovers with lethal force at any moment, any anyone who can’t do that must be weak or something.”

Mr. Model Victims Only Please “The victim was no angel herself. If you look at her record, she’s been arrested several times, she’s a single mother, and she’s living on welfare. So it’s not like she
was some innocent little virgin beforehand. None of this makes it right, but I’m just saying, let’s not overreact like a good woman got ruined.”

Ms. Fashion Police “Did you hear what she was wearing? I’m sorry but that’s just not common sense. If you go out looking like a piece of meat, you have to expect you’ll get treated like a piece of meat.”

Mr. I’m Not Blaming Her But It’s Her Fault “Rape is never the victim’s fault, of course. But I just want people to admit that she has some responsibility. That she maybe played a part in it. That in an alternate universe where she’d done things differently and she lived in a steel Battlemech wearing a chastity belt, she wouldn’t have gotten raped, and she did make the choice to not use a Battlemech. I just need people to acknowledge that.”

Ms. Couples Therapy “I dunno, seems to me like they both made mistakes. Maybe he just wasn’t reading her signals, or maybe she wasn’t communicating clearly to him. A lot can get caught up in an emotional moment like that and I bet they both feel really bad right now.”

Mr. Offensive And/Or Baffling Metaphor “Look, if you walk down a dark alley with a wallet stuffed full of money, sure it’s still a crime when you get mugged, but what if the mugger is just trying to feed his family because he was laid off by an evil solicitor and the ghost showed him a lone crutch leaning in the corner?”

Ms. CSI “If you put the pieces together, her story just doesn’t wash. She claims that he ripped her pants off, but her pants have a button fly. Ha! And she waited a whole forty minutes after the supposed rape to call the police—who would do that?”

Mr. Troll “lol bitch deserved it loooollll”

Ms. You Don’t Just Get To Decide Whether You Consent “She was seen earlier in the night drinking with this guy, talking to him, and even making out with him! And then she went up to his apartment! What did she think would happen? No one ever goes to a guy’s apartment unless they’re consenting to every sex act he could possibly want.”

Mr. How Do I Not Rape Someone It Is So Difficult “I just don’t understand how to tell if someone is ‘consenting’ or not. What if she secretly decides she doesn’t like it - am I a rapist then? What
if she changes her mind midway through? Or afterwards? It’s impossible to know what women want, so how am I supposed to know if they want to have sex with me or not?”

Ms. Traditional Values “You know, back when women dressed modestly and simply didn’t go out drinking with strangers or going home with people they’d just met, this sort of thing didn’t happen.”

Mr. This Wouldn’t Happen If Women Would Just Fuck Me Already “This sort of thing is inevitable when women constantly act as gatekeepers and doom beta males to a life of frustration and loneliness. Of course rape is horrible, but the pent-up rage felt by men cast aside just because they weren’t billionaire underwear models has to express itself somehow.”

Ms. Avoid The R-Word “Wow, that is just not cool. Having sex under those circumstances—I mean, treating a girl like that—you know, being inappropriate with her—is a totally insensitive and downright mean thing to do.” "

Love, I’ve come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bedtime.

— Nicholas Sparks

Oh my. Well hello Mr. Josh Hartnett. How on earth could I have forgotten about you?

Why do all good things come to an end?

Penultimate episode of 'True Blood' tonight. I don't know what I'm gonna do once it's finished.

I am by no means a royalist but the news that Prince William & Kate Middleton are due to be married has filled me with such joy. And the fact that he gave her his mother's engagement ring was simply beautiful. Turns out I'm a bit of a softie really.

Being referred to in the media as 'the commoner who will be queen' makes me think of a classic 'My Fair Lady'-esque, rags-to-riches story. I love it. After all, she's living every little girl's dream & marrying her prince.

Hold the wheel and drive

So my boyfriend has decided to buy me driving lessons for christmas. He's really excited about the idea. I, on the other hand, not so much. Partly as it's not exactly the kind of gift you imagine getting from your boyfriend your first christmas together but also 'coz I'm really not bothered about the whole driving thing. He's said he'll buy me something else too but I'm still hesitant as I don't want him to waste his money on something I'm not going to take full advantage of.

I'm nearly 21 & I have never driven. I've only ever sat behind the wheel of car twice. And that after much badgering. I was never one of those teens who looked forward to turning 17 & taking driving lessons. I always figured I'd learn eventually, it just wasn't a major priority for me. Now, three & a half years later, I'm still at that point. I don't feel my life is hindered by my lack of car skills so what's the rush? The boyf says if I don't do it now, while I'm young, I'll regret it when I'm older but even so. I also don't see the point of putting in all that time & effort to get a license to do something that I actually won't be able to do for at least another year as there's no way I'm going to be able to afford a car.

But I suppose if he's set his mind on the idea then I may just have to suck it up. Besides, it'll be nice to have some leverage over him & the guilt may buy me a few more pretty things. Every cloud eh?

'When the one you love breaks your heart by leaving you, you don't fall into his arms when he says sorry, like Bella.
You punch him, like Hermione.'

Here we go again...

Once again I am going through some crazy, over-emotional phase. It must be hormonal. But whatever the cause it needs to stop now, even I am getting annoyed by it now. I just wish I could control myself & not fly off the handle or start weeping at the smallest of things.

And in addition to the ridiculous amount of crying, I also can't seem to stop eating. It's as if my body is preparing itself for hibernation or something. But instead I shall just be about two dress sizes bigger by the start of 2011. Undoing all my previous hard work & reverting me back to square one.

Maybe it's something to do with this time of year? I have no reason to be so damn emotional & as there is no actual cause as such, it's proving impossible to solve. Do I just have to wait & hope it goes away in is own time? Joy.