The Day.
25 December 2011 • christmas, Christmas Day, dinner, happy, joy, life, love, Santa, tradition
Christmas Day, the most joyful yet also the second-most disappointing day/night of the year (bested only by New Year's Eve). It's finally here. Oh hey, where did it go? I got a text at about 4:30pm from a friend saying "hope you all had a great Christmas!" Emphasis on the "had" part.
I'm a little kid, really. I wait all year for Christmas; I look up vegetarian roast dinners in February, I buy presents in October, I even lay out my outfit (Christmas dress/jumper, leggings and Santa socks, every year) the night before. When the day finally arrives, I am a bundle of Christmas cheer and infectious giggles, running back and forth from the kitchen to the living room - and any innocent present lying in my path pays the ultimate price. I pass out the presents when the whole family is settled by the fire, amaze everyone with my ability to make my entire roast dinner vanish within seconds of sitting down at the table, and then snuggle down on the sofa for the evening while all the grown-ups have their Christmas naps.
At this time of year, I forget everything that's less than perfect in my own silly life and focus on the things that matter. I indulge in this one beautiful day I have with my family, and at midnight tonight when Christmas Day is over, I make a wish that one day everyone in the world will be able to enjoy this day as much as I do. x
I'm a little kid, really. I wait all year for Christmas; I look up vegetarian roast dinners in February, I buy presents in October, I even lay out my outfit (Christmas dress/jumper, leggings and Santa socks, every year) the night before. When the day finally arrives, I am a bundle of Christmas cheer and infectious giggles, running back and forth from the kitchen to the living room - and any innocent present lying in my path pays the ultimate price. I pass out the presents when the whole family is settled by the fire, amaze everyone with my ability to make my entire roast dinner vanish within seconds of sitting down at the table, and then snuggle down on the sofa for the evening while all the grown-ups have their Christmas naps.
Today, I'm watching one of my five new Gilmore Girls DVDs, eating my way through a whole box of After Eights, and staring at my glorious pile of presents. I won't list my Christmas presents on here, I'm not that arrogant (although I might casually mention my McFly tickets and Chanel perfume).
At this time of year, I forget everything that's less than perfect in my own silly life and focus on the things that matter. I indulge in this one beautiful day I have with my family, and at midnight tonight when Christmas Day is over, I make a wish that one day everyone in the world will be able to enjoy this day as much as I do. x
The Eve.
24 December 2011 • Christingle, christmas, Christmas Eve, family, life, tradition
I'm sitting on the sofa watching the Miranda Christmas Special with my family. The cat is snoozing on top of the sofa, ruining my mum's hard work hoovering by getting his ginger fur everywhere. A bowl of half-shelled Brussels sprouts sits on the coffee table. My little sister is slumped next to me, gulping down her second glass of straight Disaronno. She has a sure-fire plan to ensure she sleeps through the night tonight: several glasses of Disaronno, a handful of extra-drowsy travel sickness tablets, reading in bed until her eyes get tired, then playing relaxing music on her mp3 until she drifts off. I, on the other hand, will be lying wide awake in bed until 5am - at which time I'll fall asleep for one hour before my well-rested sister comes into my room at 6am with her stocking and we wait patiently for 7am to arrive, which is when we're allowed to wake up our parents.
I've spent the day delivering cards, playing festive music and going to a special Christmas Zumba class at the gym with a few friends. This evening I went to my little town's annual Christingle service, for the giggles; every year we go along as a family, belt out the hymns and eat all the sweets off our Christingle before we've even left the church. After the service we hit the pub (getting semi-drunk with your parents is always fun), and then we come home and set to the last of the Christmas tasks; setting the table for Christmas dinner, wrapping the last of the presents and exchanging family cards.
So yeah, this is a generic "Christmas traditions, family stuff, exciting times" post. You'd think I'd be sick of reading these by now, and yet here I am writing one of my own. And y'know what, I'm willing to bet I'll be writing a Christmas Day post tomorrow... x
I've spent the day delivering cards, playing festive music and going to a special Christmas Zumba class at the gym with a few friends. This evening I went to my little town's annual Christingle service, for the giggles; every year we go along as a family, belt out the hymns and eat all the sweets off our Christingle before we've even left the church. After the service we hit the pub (getting semi-drunk with your parents is always fun), and then we come home and set to the last of the Christmas tasks; setting the table for Christmas dinner, wrapping the last of the presents and exchanging family cards.
So yeah, this is a generic "Christmas traditions, family stuff, exciting times" post. You'd think I'd be sick of reading these by now, and yet here I am writing one of my own. And y'know what, I'm willing to bet I'll be writing a Christmas Day post tomorrow... x
7.
8 December 2011 • about me, Gracie, I, life, me, myself
Hi, my name's Gracie. I'm an aspiring writer and an avid tweeter, before I go to bed every night I watch about a million videos of The Ellen Show on YouTube, my favourite song to listen to while driving is "Come On Eileen", I'll always be a little bit in love with my ex, the perfect present for me is a woolly hat, I write my shopping lists during lectures, my mum thinks I need a boyfriend, surprising people is my thing, I love a good spooning session, I have no right to judge people but I do it anyway, I love being asked really personal questions, I only ever paint my nails red or purple, I go through phases of being really self-conscious, my wardrobe is 90% cream/beige, I am currently mortal enemies with my overdraft, I feel naked without my nose stud, I want to be 'the girl all the bad guys want', my favourite meal is breakfast in San Francisco, my guilty pleasure is the Daily Mail Showbiz online page, and I may not be perfect, but I'm perfect for you.
I do one of these posts every month. x
Home is where Christmas is.
5 December 2011 • advent, christmas, Christmas tree, decorations, family, festive, home, university
Last Tuesday, I heard that two of my lectures later in the week had been cancelled and one was optional. So on Wednesday, I packed my bags and headed back to my cosy little home town three days early, to surprise my family and enjoy some home comforts.
When I walk back to my halls after a day of lectures, I see the whole main street of the student village joining in the festive frenzy. There are paper snowflakes stuck on windows, streamers hanging in the kitchens, twinkly lights adorning the balconies, fake snow covering every inch of glass, and even a few Christmas trees are visible here and there. My housemates, bless them, in their abundant social awkwardness have slapped a few scraps of paper saying "Merry Christmas" on the fridge and hung a token glittery snowflake and star from the ceiling. At least they tried. I often wonder, as I watch student houses gradually transform, one by one, into Santa's Grottos, if I am the only student on campus feeling a little less-than-merry at the moment. Am I the only one who thinks that Christmas is a time to be spent at home with our families, not in a house/flat full of people we've only known for three months? Are the other students frantically decorating every inch of their temporary accommodation simply because they are trying to make themselves feel more Christmassy, when deep down we know that we will never be truly festive as long as we are away from home?
December 17th cannot come quickly enough. I'm sure by December 25th, I will have eaten my weight in advent chocolate, played the guessing game with all my presents under the tree and watched 'Elf' a couple million times; then and only then, will I feel truly Christmassy. x
Did you know I write?
3 December 2011 • creative, creative writing, happy, love, snow, soliloquy, winter, write, writing
I am currently studying a degree in Drama and Creative Writing, and every time I write a new blog entry, I post the link in the "Creative Writing Freshers" group on Facebook. The other people in the group, however, write blogs that consist of actual pieces of their own creative writing, while I write melodramatic little soliloquies about friendship, love and heartbreak.
Not gonna lie, I do sometimes feel a bit frivolous and inferior by comparison. So, I thought I might try posting a short piece of my own writing. In our lecture we were talking about how setting can be affected by happiness or sadness, so I tested that theory out... Using a rather lovely and totally non-fiction memory of mine.
My head is
on his chest, and I’m slowly sinking into the soft cushions beneath me, feeling
so comfortable and warm that I am in danger of falling asleep. A hand brushes
my cheek before moving down to playfully tickle my neck; I close my eyes and
breathe in the rich and unmistakable smell of wood smoke that always hangs
thick in the air. I can hear the constant stream of chatter coming from the
television, and some background babble from the radio in the kitchen. There is
also a faint hiss and crackle every now and again from the wood burner in the
corner of the room, the source of that delicious smell that I’ve come to
associate with happiness and love. Whatever is on television must be funny,
because my dozes are frequently interrupted by that infectious laughter that
ripples through his body and jostles me a little. If it were anyone else waking
me up, I would be irritated. But because it’s him, I don’t mind. In fact, I
wake up a little and laugh along with him; thinking about how he is the only
one who can always put a smile on my face, and wondering if he realises just
how much that means to me. How much he means to me.
I raise my head ever so slightly to look out the window; it’s still snowing.
Big thick flakes are tumbling down, lining the windows and covering the ground.
After several days’ heavy snowfall, the cars in the driveway are just great
masses of white and the trees around the house are looking beautiful, although
clearly straining under the weight. The apples on the apple tree in the front garden
are frosted, as though they were each individually studded with a thousand
priceless crystals and left on the tree as a present for those who were brave
enough to venture outside in the snow. We were those brave ones earlier today,
venturing into the blizzard in our boots and mittens, trekking through the
snowy fields and valleys searching for the perfect sledding spot. Now the snow
has covered our footprints, leaving no evidence that we were ever there. The
continuous snowfall means I’ll be staying here tonight, and probably most of
tomorrow. Right in this moment, I am the happiest I have ever been.
Veggiepescaveganism.
1 December 2011 • eat, fish, meat, pescatarian, vegan, veganism, vegetables, vegetarian, vegetarianism
"I'm a vegetarian." "Do you eat fish?" "No, I'm a vegetarian."
I'd like to indulge myself a little here, and share with you all one of my pet hates. I've been a vegetarian ever since I was born, and for my whole life I've felt the need to explain myself or even apologize to others because of this one major life choice; the choice to not eat meat.
I may not be a hardcore radical activist "throwing red paint at people in fur coats" vegetarian, but I still feel very strongly about this particular subject. Which is why it does annoy me quite a lot that even in this day and age, with an estimated 400 million vegetarians in the world and 3.6 million in the UK alone (apparently), and people like Joanna Lumley and Ellen Degeneres on our television screens talking about their beliefs and promoting a healthy meat-free lifestyle, some people are still so ignorant about vegetarianism.
I don't want to rant and rave about my particular beliefs here, although I could preach about animal rights and the shocking ways in which they are bred and killed for their meat until the cows come home (yes, I had to do it). For now, I just want to alert everyone to the fact that there are several different terms for people who don't eat meat: those who don't eat meat of any kind are vegetarians; those who only eat fish are pescatarians; those who don't eat meat or any products that come from animals (such as dairy) are vegans.
Okay, cool. Rant over... For now. x
Overrated.
8 November 2011 • behaviour, going out, ineffable, snuggle., staying in, student, unacceptable
I've done the "going out and getting messy" thing. I've done it to death. I've downed drinks, danced madly, drunk-dialed and staggered home a million times. Right now, I am perfectly happy to stay in, snuggle down in bed in my PJs and slipper socks, and watch How I Met Your Mother.
I know this is basically unacceptable and ineffable behaviour as a university student, and I'll probably be indebted to my more socially-orientated friends for the rest of the week if not the whole semester, but right now I couldn't care less. I've had a rough couple of days, and every part of my body is screaming for comfort and rest. After weeks of pushing myself to limit, I feel I deserve this. x
PS: There is currently a vacancy for a person to accompany me on these particular nights. Must be cuddly, funny and have a decent taste in movies. Apply within.
6.
• about me
Hi, my name's Gracie. I could happily live the rest of my life eating nothing but cream crackers, I love it when my mum calls me Rory, May 2010 was the best time of my life, I am paranoid that my hands are abnormally large, my dream is to one day get paid to write a blog, an Irish accent makes my clothes fall off, I can stay up until 2am doing absolutely nothing, if you take something away from me I will want it more, I never want my "magic number" to go into double digits, Ed Sheeran sings me to sleep, I've given up on becoming an actress, I believe in fate, I am the queen of the silent treatment, I have a love-hate relationship with alcohol, I always pull the same facial expression in photos, I really really want to be a feminist, I hate being left out, and I think we're more alike than you realise.
I do one of these posts every month. x
3 weeks in...
12 October 2011
I've already had a lot of amazing nights at university...
...But last night was one of the best yet. I went up to London, had a lovely dinner and went to see the gorgeous Joshua Radin live in concert. This was the second time I've seen him live, and to be honest I didn't think he could get any better than the first time. I was so wrong. He was heartbreakingly beautiful. x
5.
8 October 2011 • about me
Hi, my name's Gracie. I don't like Spongebob Squarepants, my favourite form of shopping is ordering books online, I get through one packet of Bourbons a day, I have licked the Eiffel Tower, Joshua Radin follows me on Twitter, I hate my university housemates, I am in love with a guy who drunk dials me every night, I love confidence but hate arrogance, my mum is horrified at some of the latest photos of me on Facebook, I get serious Nutella cravings, I prefer Strictly Come Dancing to The X Factor, shots of Sambuca cured my Freshers' Flu, I never forgive and I never forget, I will only ever wear silver jewellery, my worst fear is being forgotten, I'm at university, and I'm learning a lot.
I do one of these posts every month. x
I'm here.
22 September 2011 • university.
The story so far... I cried when my mum said goodbye, I've gone a little overboard trying to make my room look "homey", I've tackled the daunting task of cooking my first meal (and washing up afterwards), got to know my housemates, officially enrolled, got my student ID card (and actually like the picture on it), identified a university hoody I will be buying purely to wear when at home with my family, taken a chlamydia test (because the campus nurse made me feel like a slag), got a load of freebies (including a lollipop, a Bacardi bracelet and plenty of condoms - student stereotyping anyone?), checked out the eye candy on campus (not too shabby), spent all day today trying to access the internet, Skyped my family and even found time to be cheeky. Not bad for the first two days. Tomorrow, the adventure continues as I venture into the city with my housemates! Stay tuned for more exciting antics of Gracie, the Uni Student! (Anyone wanna give me a better superhero name?)
20 September 2011 • best friends, Gilmore Girls, goodbyes, last day, last night, perfection., university, Zumba
I've spent my last day at home frantically packing, having a last-minute check-up at the dentist, printing photos, transferring my iTunes from one computer to another, buying myself a beautiful jewellery stand for my new bedroom, and seeing my best friend for one final "True Blood and chocolate" session.
I've spent my last night at home doing Zumba with my friends and family, eating egg and beans for dinner, watching the episode of Gilmore Girls where Rory goes off to college (it seemed appropriate) with my mum and sister, and sharing a whole box of After Eights.
It's been perfect.
"See you at Christmas."
19 September 2011 • christmas, goodbyes, leaving home, the future., university
Those four words are all I've been hearing recently. Slowly but surely, the majority of us are making our way into the world. We're spreading out across the country, with our lives in cardboard boxes and a big scary future ahead of us. We've all downloaded Skype and promised to use it as much as possible, taken the CDs and DVDs in our homes that are rightfully ours, packed more clothes than we will ever need and bought toiletries in bulk. We've studied our student cookbooks, done the shopping for kitchen paraphernalia, debated whether or not we really need a dressing gown and realised we have no idea how to operate a washing machine. We've talked about nothing else for weeks, felt totally overwhelmed and wondered what life is going to be like from now on. Are we ready for this? Will we miss our families? Have we done everything we possibly can to prepare?
I guess we'll find out soon enough. We're all in the same boat; we're all totally alone.
"You've changed".
13 September 2011 • change, college, friends, school, separate ways., true friends
That was all I heard from my school friends last year. As soon as I started college, a different college to the one they all chose to attend, I also started hearing comments on a daily basis about how much I'd "changed"; my every move was scrutinized, my every word was analysed and my every belief was questioned. After a while I grew tired of hearing about how "different" I'd become, and I began to wonder why these people who were supposed to be my best friends were suddenly so unsatisfied with me. When you're friends with someone, you love them no matter what, right?
That wasn't even the point, though. It wasn't the fact that I was changing, it was that they were not. On paper, it looked for all the world that they had left school, but in spirit... They really hadn't. How can you really grow as a person when you're surrounded by the same people you've known for five years at school? What they failed to grasp is that I had made the difficult decision to move on from school to a college that none of my friends were going to, where I barely knew anyone, but where I knew I'd be happy.
And now, two years on, I can honestly say that I don't regret this decision for one minute. I often wonder what my life would be like if I'd followed the crowd and gone to the college that pretty much everyone in my school year had chosen to go to. I'm pretty sure that if I had, I'd be nowhere near as happy as I am today. In these last two years I've met some amazing people, learned so much about myself, and made some friends that I know are for life. I've had so many laughs, a few tears, and moments that I will never forget. I even managed to get three A Levels done somewhere along the way.
Yes, I've changed. But for the better. Sadly, most of my old friends either changed for the worse, or didn't change at all.
I'd say I've become a more responsible, generous, honest and cheerful person. I've figured out what I believe in, formed a decent set of principles, broken some rules and learned some valuable lessons. I've changed in a few smaller ways too: I've actually started watching The X Factor, I appreciate dirty jokes, I've gained a couple more piercings, I've learned how to flirt and I've realised what I want to do with my life. Just thought I'd clear this one up: change is good for you. x
PS: I'm aware that I'll probably get into trouble for this post. Oh well. x
4.
10 September 2011 • about me
Hi, my name's Gracie. I hate copycats, I think it's better to say nothing than to say something I'll regret later, I remember everything, I will never understand other girls' behaviour, I've had a one night stand, I paint my nails every day, I never wear heels on a night out, I'm obsessed with chiffon, I love driving, my favourite drink is anything with Malibu, I live for random phone calls, I'm in love again, I get my incredible sense of loyalty from my mum, I worry that my cat will forget me when I leave home, I'm going to university soon, and I know I'll be okay.
I do one of these posts every month. x
Facts.
26 August 2011
I had my first day at work today, and it went really well. I will be living in a beautiful city for the next three years of my life. There is always time to watch an episode of 'How I Met Your Mother'. It's been nearly a month since I got my nose pierced, and now I can't imagine life without it. I've started dressing 'ironically'. I'm happy.
I also love my new camera, it makes me look nice. x
I'm still clearing.
23 August 2011
Today I finished packing away exactly one half of my bedroom into a box. Now most of you will know I'm a sentimental fool, so imagine how I feel when I go through all the memories and photos in my room.
So I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes full of old birthday cards and photos in frames, when I discovered a little black flower pot made of card that once held a dozen little red roses on Valentine's Day 2010. I remembered walking into the restaurant with my boyfriend, seeing our pretty table set up and this pot of roses waiting for me.
And that's when I started crying. They were sad, regretful tears. But then I found something else; something I've actually been trying to find for ages. It's a note that my best friend wrote me in AS French class last year, when I was upset with him. And just like that, they were happy tears. x
I realised something this morning.
22 August 2011
I have so many reasons to be happy. I'm eighteen, I can drive, I've been accepted into my first-choice university, I have some really great friends, I've just started a wonderful part-time job (which I can leave when I go to uni, and come back to when I'm home for holidays), I have so much free time at the moment, I have money, I'm lucky, I'm reasonably healthy... And I could carry on this list for a long time.
Sometimes I just need to take a step back and appreciate what I have, instead of letting the silly little things (and silly little people) bother me. x
3.
20 August 2011 • about me
Hi, my name's Gracie. I have a full wardrobe but nothing to wear, I want to write a book one day, I can rap along to every Nicki Minaj song, I cried on my birthday, I haven't had sex in a very long time, I'd rather stay in than go out, I have six piercings, I hate being drunk, despite everything I am still an optimist, I love Zumba, Twitter has got me into a lot of trouble with various different people, my favourite TV show is Gilmore Girls, I am always "the other girl", I'm obsessed with slipper socks, and nobody can change me.
I do one of these posts every month. x
19 August 2011
So I went out last night with my two best girls. We promised ourselves a crazy night clubbing and drinking and generally being idiots... But we just ended up having a chilled out evening sitting in the pub sharing pitchers of Sex On The Beach and having a laugh. Then, after a horrifying taxi ride home, we snuggled down in our pyjamas and watched Jeremy Kyle with pizza and Pringles.
I think the night turned out even better than we'd planned.
Reasons to be cheerful. 1, 2, 3.
3 August 2011
I'm finally eighteen. I had three birthday parties: one at home, a surprise pyjama party thrown by my amazing Australian family (I've always wanted a surprise party!), and a nice evening out on my actual birthday (drinks and dinner with the family). I have a few more parties coming (a night out with my cousins and a "posse" on Saturday, not to mention billions of nights out when I get home - to catch up on a year of missing out!).
A certain guy has promised to take me on a date when I get home ("cinema, dinner, night out, the lot!"). Just the idea of a date makes me jump up and down with joy.
I also have quite a cheeky friendship going on with a certain guy, and I'm loving every minute of it.
I got my nose pierced; something I've wanted since I was five years old. An upside of not having a boyfriend: freedom to do whatever I want with my body.
I also have quite a cheeky friendship going on with a certain guy, and I'm loving every minute of it.
I got my nose pierced; something I've wanted since I was five years old. An upside of not having a boyfriend: freedom to do whatever I want with my body.
Just writing all these things down is making me feel better already.
I'm here.
24 July 2011
I always get crazy-homesick when I'm on holiday, almost the second I arrive, which is incredibly painful but also kinda good, because it means I have a great life and amazing friends at home (and sometimes even a guy, if I'm lucky). But I've been nothing but happy these past couple of days.
I love waking up in the morning and thinking: "I'm in Australia, with my wonderful family, and I have three weeks of nothing but happy times to look forward to."
Also, Australia is nine hours ahead of English time. Which means... My eighteenth birthday is a whole day earlier! x
I love waking up in the morning and thinking: "I'm in Australia, with my wonderful family, and I have three weeks of nothing but happy times to look forward to."
Also, Australia is nine hours ahead of English time. Which means... My eighteenth birthday is a whole day earlier! x
2.
• about me
Hi, my name's Gracie. I'm obsessed with CSI, I throw great parties, I spend all my money on jewellery and underwear, I try really hard not to stereotype people, I've wanted to get my nose pierced ever since I was five years old, I don't follow the crowd, I make things my own, I'm naturally blonde, I have absolutely no problem going after guys with girlfriends, I am madly in love with Joshua Radin, I have a soulmate 30 miles away, my eyes have earned me a reputation, I tweet every single thought that pops into my head, and I'm perfectly happy the way I am.
I do one of these posts every month. x
I'm so happy.
15 July 2011
For so many reasons. Some of which people know (like the fact that it's my birthday party tomorrow, I have a beautiful silver bracelet coming my way, I had a great holiday with my best friend last week, and I have some pretty awesome people in my life), and some of which people don't know (and probably shouldn't).
I love this film.
13 July 2011 • film, love, Taylor Swift., Valentines Day
I'm watching "Valentine's Day" with my little sister. I've only seen it three times; twice at the cinema, once when my friend brought her DVD over to my house. I saw it on Valentine's Day 2010 with my boyfriend as part of a massive romantic Valentine's weekend, then the next day with a group of friends from college.
I should have been sitting next to you that second time. I wanted to be cuddled up in the Curzon cinema together, with your arm around me instead of her. Instead I sat with the girls in the row in front of you, then after the movie you said loudly: "yeah that was a good film, but Taylor Swift ruined it!" and I shoved you into the wall. Good times.
I secretly love it.
• 500 days of summer, boy, crazy., girl, love
You have the strangest effect on me. I get that warm fuzzy feeling people always talk about. I smile whenever I hear your voice. I could think about you all day.
But also... You make me say funny, witty things. You make me laugh. You make me want to do crazy things.
Today I was passing by a shop, then suddenly ran inside and bought the DVDs of "500 Days Of Summer" and "Valentine's Day", just because I was thinking about you. Then I bought a blueberry muffin and sat on a bench to revel in my rose-tinted haze. I got a text from the cute college guy I fancy, and put off replying to it so I could reminisce and daydream a little more. You mess with my priorities. You give me hope. You call me randomly and make my day. You forgave me. Thank you. x
4 July 2011 • boyfriend, Ex., Girlfriend, Regret
I don't regret loving him. I don't regret anything I did with him. I don't regret breaking up with him.
I regret being a horrible ex-girlfriend. I regret spending the last six months living on my memories of us. I regret lashing out at a perfectly lovely girl. I regret writing a few of those nasty blog posts.
I don't regret saying Hi to the two of them that day. I regret hanging around long enough after saying Hi for things to get awkward.
I really hope I haven't ruined his memories of me.
I am really sorry, and believe it or not... I think that if you weren't with him, maybe if I'd met you under different circumstances, you're a person I'd really like to be friends with. x
'I'm not that girl'
2 July 2011 • boyfriend, girlfriend., Relationship
I've never had one of those relationships where you spend what seems like every waking hour together, stay round each others' houses every night and write cute messages on each other's Facebook pages. Am I missing out?
My best friend has a boyfriend who practically lives with her; she goes home from college and he's already in her bed watching her TV and eating her food. She keeps hair products and clothes for him in her dresser drawer, sometimes on the way home from college she'd pick up some custard tarts for him at Sainsbury's and she doodles his name in hearts in her notebook.
I was never, ever that girl. My ex (you're probably sick of hearing about him, but I'm making a point here) had to bribe me with After Eights to get me to change my Facebook status to "in a relationship". I would only see him once or twice a week, I never wrote anything cute on his Facebook, and I made him keep public displays of affection to an absolute minimum. If he kissed me at the cinema I'd only let it last a few seconds, because I didn't want to miss any of the film. I once said we couldn't have sex because my cat was asleep on my bed.
My friends used to ask me: "are you sure you're actually in a relationship with this boy?!"
To tell the truth, I think I was more affectionate with my girl friends at college... And my best guy friend. I used to sit on his lap - something I refused to do with the ex. I would happily kiss him on the cheek during lessons and he'd put his arm around me when we were sitting with our friends. I'm not sure if this was just about that particular guy (he was pretty damn special) or if I'm just a bad girlfriend. For some people, the only way to be in a relationship (or be in love) is to have pet names, spend every night together and talk about getting married someday.
It's just not me.
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