New Year, New Me. Like Fuck.

Happy New Year everybody. It is 2013 which is absolutely crazy to me. I'm not going to get all reflective up on your grill so I'm just going to say this. I hate people and I hate New Years Eve. Everyone is trying way to hard to have a good time and everyone is 70% faker than they already are. So I spent my night getting drunk with friends in below average night clubs, resulting in a grotesque kebab disaster, with me spilling my half eaten kebab on the floor, because I thought I was getting shot due to the unexpected explosion from a nearby firework. FUCKING HELL, THAT WAS A MOUTHFUL.

I wasn't as embarrassing compared to last year. Last year I was spewing my guts out singing 'All By Myself' in my garden as my family watched through the window. This was before leaving a nightclub at half past eleven because I was too drunk. Did I mention it took me an hour to walk two hundred feet to my house? And by 'walk' I mean 'crawl'.

So New Years is not my friend. But I hope you all had a fabulous New Years Eve and had that special midnight kiss (vomit).

P.S I don't have a New Years Resolution because I'm a normal human being who doesn't keep any promises.

Halfway to Heaven.

It's another hangover post (are you surprised?) and I'm currently with a slice of toast which has a thin slice of cheese on top. It is like the mother fucking Moses of my life right now as I feel like my entire body has just collapsed through my arse (or if you're American, ass. Yes that right I just went multi-cultural on you).

Anyway, my best friend from Wales is in town this week and we decided to hit SoHo, aka the best place to ever exist. We went to G A Y bar and literally had one drink before we decided to go to Heaven. This morning I've been having several flashbacks including using a traffic cone as a penis whilst I wait for my friends to cross the road, having a three way kiss, losing my wallet, going absolutely ape shit when Miriah Carey came on (All I Want For Christmas thank you very much) and having someone else put their hand down the rear of my trousers without permission. I don't understand why people want to give you a boner in a club. It's not cute and if 90210 has taught me anything it's to always be cute and never be a slut. Although I would say I'm never cute and always a slut, but I try not to be. Honest.

Just thought I share that with you until I think of something interesting to write about.

Writers block.

I am dearly sorry I haven't updated this in like a week. The fact is that this week hasn't been very interesting. But this morning I woke up to a bed full of sick and empty bottles of wine all over the place. So I thought I'd let you know. Can't remember much of last night and drinking is obviously not worth the hassle because I spent most of the day, with my head down the toilet.

Moving on. Happy December to all. Tis the month to get all Christmassy, or as I say it, Christmasassy. I have recently spent £4 on tinsel and baubles which has resulted in a messy Christmas fiasco which is my room. My mother also bought me a Dairy Milk advent calendar. I'm not being funny, but Dairy Milk is the most boring advent calendar out there in my opinion. I was hoping for a Milybar calender of advent, or maybe Malteaser. But no. Dairy fucking Milk. Just realised how boring the last couple of sentences were and I am deeply apologetic and hope you accept my 'Big Thing of the Week' as some sort of conscience-stricken gift.

This week my big thing of the week is (Drumroll please).........

DAILYGRACE!

Daily Grace is a YouTube sensation who creates daily vlogs (like blogs, but videos. Magic), and here is one of her videos to tempt you to check her out!

It feels weird being home.

I was looking forward to coming home for a few days. Having proper meals, sleeping in a nostalgic bed, being with my family, I just thought I would be loving every minute of it. Don't get me wrong I love being home, but I just wanna be drunk rolling out of Proud in Camden. Maybe it's because not everyone has gone home from university or I'm home for no particular reason but it just feels weird.

Although I'm basing all this on one night here and I haven't really don't much today. ANYWAY, I'm going now to watch The Valleys because I want my brain cells to decay. I'll leave you with this photo of Tom Daley.