Back in action.

Its been a while, I've been a very busy girl.
Since my last blog I have:

• Stayed with the family for a bit. Pizza Hut is more fun with a 3 year old!
• Had my first ever Valentines' day. Oh yes. Three boxes of chocolates. He knows me well :)
• Had a job interview in London (more on that later)
• Managed to get a fair bit of work done.
• been to see a Neurologist who could not work out why I've had such awful headaches for months, So has referred me for an MRI scan.
• Sat in bed for a week with a horrid flu-sneeze-migraine type thing which has been wonderful.

It's faaaar too late for me to do a full post, I actually like to sleep once in a while. More to come soon.

♥ Valentines Delight ♥

Oh yes, That wonderful time of year is upon us once again.

The day which requires everyone to walk around in a pink fuzzy haze declaring their undying love for each other over candle lit dinners.

VALENTINES DAY

Now, I've always been one of those cynical 'Oh its all so commercial... a money making scheme to make singletons feel rubbish.' kinda people. Then again, I've had 20 Valentines days alone. Maybe not Alone, but single, definitely. This year however, things are much different. I'm perfectly coupled up (and have been for a while now) and am actually really looking forward to my first ever valentines with a BF.

I'm secretly a big romantic at heart, and I love buying presents for people. I love to spoil the people I love, when money is no object. Obviously, as Its my first valentines, I shall be getting him a few gifts, and after much deliberation, I eventually settled on... (wait.. he may read this!). He seems to think that one of us will upstage the other, but I don't really think giving and receiving presents is about upstaging or overdoing, I just like to see the smile on the face of someone who appreciates the thought and effort that I've gone through to get them something that they don't expect.

While I would LOVE to go to Paris or watch a Musical in London (which I think he would probably not appreciate as much as I would) I realise that as students with jobs, we don't really have the means to jet set for a few days, so we are having a traditional 'date night' consisting of dinner and cinema visit. As long as its spent with the person you love, does it really matter where you celebrate? And why only celebrate it once a year?

I'm a big fan of grand gestures and telling someone you love them.. do it every day if you can!

Oooopsie.

OK... So I said that I would post more, and obviously I haven't been living up to my promises.

(I hang my head in shame)

But. In my defence I have been working my bum off (and recording and watching as much Sky+ as is humanly possible) and getting new clothes.

I realise this is probably not such a big deal for most girls, but I NEVER buy clothes for myself. The last time I bought myself any clothing was boxing day... a dress and some pants. Hardly a blowout! My usual guilty pleasure is a lovely mixture of DVDs. I regularly spend £££ on films in a month and I'm currently awaiting six packages from play.com so I've been pacing the front door like a guard dog.

The first of my purchases received its first public outing on Sunday night. It was AWESOME. When I saw it on the hanger, I though 'Taylor Momsen' (Basically, TRAMPY to anyone not familiar with goth barbie fashion) but tried it on for a bit of a giggle. As it happened, I fell in love and will be wearing it lots from now on. In reflection, I'm pretty pleased I splashed out the whole £13 from Primark. Oh yes, the number 1 student destination :D

Luckily, being as stingy and picky as I am, I've managed to build up quite a lovely holiday fund. In the last three months, living on under £40 a week (with a little more for absolutely necessary DVD purchases, obvs) I've managed to get a wonderful collection of £900 together, and getting paid in two weeks, I will be adding another £200+ to the account meaning I will finally be able to book my Eastern adventure!! I can't wait to graduate and blow off some steam! !

Anyone know of any DVDs I could get, or any eastern destinations to check out??

Dance Dance.

I ♥ dance films, musicals... anything that combines music/dancing/singing is OK by me.

Unless you've spent the last few weeks under a rock in some far flung corner of the world, you will have heard of Black Swan. Nominated for shedloads of awards, It features Natalie Portman, Winona Ryder & Mila Kunis as ballet dancers in a deeply disturbing adaptation of Swan Lake.

Ok, So the ballet itself isn't disturbing. The events surrounding it are. I'm will try to explain the horrific aspects without giving too much away.

As you may have noticed from previous entries, I don't like dental procedures or anything metallic going into my mouth, so a scene which involved Winona Ryders' character repeatedly stabbing herself in the mouth with a metal nail file had me gagging into my popcorn.

Another fear (HATE) of mine would be FEET. Disgusting things which are only good for bearing my body weight until they blister and ache. In most dance related films they tend to get a fair amount of attention, understandably; although in this film, they go one step too far. Blisters, bleeding toes and cuts on the feet are all part and parcel of a dance film, and especially a ballet film, but what is NOT expected, is the WEBBED toes! There is something quite gruesome about watching a woman pulling apart her webbed toes.

There are also scenes of blood. LOTS of blood. Peeling off skin to reveal blood, stab wounds, bloody feet, bloody fingers... you name it, there will be blood on it.

I was expecting a film about ballet and dark secrets. I actually got scarred for life and potentially a mind full of nightmares.

Laura's got talent.

Well, actually, not.

I love Got to Dance. The wonderful dance-related talent show on Sky1.

Oh yes. To fill the void between Xfactor and Britains Got Talent, Sky has supplied us with hours and hours (Five consecutive hours on a Saturday night, to be exact), of dance. Street dance, Ballet, body popping, jazz, salsa, ballroom...you name it, they bring it.

OH... and not to mention the Wonderful ADAM GARCIA.
My heart melts a bit every time I see him. ♥ ♥ ♥ So a few hours of him for an evening suits me very well.

Anyway... before I let my mind wander...

I LOVE good dancers. I could watch ballet or street dance for hours and hours on end. I can really appreciate the time, balance, self discipline, determination and gruelling workout schedules involved in putting a three minute routine together. Some acts don't even make it through to the second round, and when you can see the disappointment in the faces of 8 year -olds who have clearly put their heart and soul into the performance, you can't help but to shed a little tear.

What most people don't realise is that I was once a dancer. Oh yes... ME. The girl who dances like her hair is on fire, and with the grace of an elephant on stilts. I now find a 20 minute sprint a challenge, whereas 10 years ago I would dance for hours on a Saturday afternoon.

That was, of course, until I realised that actually... I was RUBBISH. Oh yes. So bad that even three years of dance classes couldn't fix it. As it happens, I have worse coordination than a blindfolded cowboy at a barn dance. I still find it difficult dancing without hitting people, knocking things around and tripping over.

I've gotten used to the fact that I will never be able to win Got To Dance, But entering will at least get me a hug from ♥ ADAM GARCIA ♥ .
I may not get the £250,000 prize, but I can at least get near my man :)

Got to dance 2012, here I come!!

FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: Spam/Junk mail.

If you read this you will get bad luck.

If you do not pass this on you will die.

If you pass anything like this on to me...YOU will get a virtual punch in your inbox.

If these horrid, waste of time, space, and energy involving e-mails really did everything they say on the tin, I'd have died a gruesome death years ago, probably fom being hit by a car while having my eyeballs pecked out by pidgeons. Drastic, maybe. Likely, no.

I quite like the idea of not finding out who the love of my life is by midnight, and not getting discounted viagra. I've not discovered a cure for cancer (and I'm pretty sure none of my hotmail contacts have either). As for some woman coming into my bedroom and suffocating me in my sleep?? Nope, just me, myself and I. (most of the time!)

I've never wasted my time or text allowance by sending on these chain messages...I actually realise how much my friends would hate me if I sent them, and how much I'd hate myself for sending them such rubbish and wasting their time.

So. Folks, Friends, Fans and followers. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Don't waste my time and your own by including me in your 'Send to all list'. I will block your message from my inbox and block you from my life.

Let this be a lesson to everyone!

Dental Dilemmas...

I am a 21 year old who is scared of the dentist.

There, I said it.

Its hard to explain exactly why or how it happened. I haven't always broken out in cold sweats when I've been awaiting an appointment.

When I was much younger I used to love getting sweets from the dentist (which I've since realised was actually their way of ensuring another visit) and even stickers when they switched from less decay-inducing rewards. I've had a VERY sweet tooth, ever since I can remember, and would never turn down chocolate or any calorie rich foods, and eventually my nasty habit came back to bite me in the backside.

When I was 15 I needed a tooth taken out, and to cut a long story short... they needed to give me two sets of injections as the first set didn't work (I HATE needles) and the dentist then managed to take out the wrong tooth, as I was bawling my eyes out!

Since this 'event' I've had about 3 check ups all of which have involved tears, being by restrained dental assistants and panic attacks. Last month I was due three fillings, for which my GP prescribed Diazepam to calm my nerves. I took 4mg more than I was recommended and still managed a bout of hyperventillating, crying, and eventually I refused outright.

Because of this life controlling phobia I now can't eat anything too hot or too cold, drinks need to be taken through a straw, food needs to be soft enough to not need to chew or to be cut up to baby size portions, and cold winds are impossible to talk or eat in. I'm currently waiting for an unconcious appointment to have anything and everything done to me when I have no knowledge of my surroundings.

I'm currently having hypnotherapy to get over this, I will literally give anything a go, as I've even been having nightmares about the dentist. I've got no set date for the 'operation' but if anyone has any ideas or suggestions for ways to get over this, Please let me know!

Back in action...

I've had a great time at home and Reading festival, and it actually felt good not to have a laptop chained to my thighs for a few days.

The wedding was a fun catch up with family I'd not seen in months, even years, and the free bar certainly helped!



Reading festival was another success and will definately be repeated again next year... this is becoming something of a tradition.

I am indeed back to business after a few weeks off, it feels good to be back and getting stuck into work and dissertation. this is going to be a 48 hour working week, plus finding work experience, blogging, watching BNTM and of course season three of the Inbetweeners!

I'm sure I can find some time for you.

Apologies....

...For my awful lack of updates. I've been working most days, writing up my final year project & getting VERY excited to go home this weekend for a family wedding and Reading Festival.

I'm writing a lifestyle magazine with an eco edge, without lecturing. I don't want to bore you with the details, but its something I'm very passionate about and would love to launch to a wide market next summer after I graduate. I'm looking for publishers and printers who could help out, and anyone who knows of any environmentally friendly products that I could approach for advertising.

Enjoy your summer, I will!

Vanity Insanity

Plastic surgery is freely available on the NHS, according to recent reports and a Channel 4 documentary.

Last nights episode of The Hospital showed the journey of several women as they tried to get various forms of Breast surgery done through funding from their local Primary Care Trust (PCT) One particular girl who was 17 was a stereotypical blonde bimbo, expecting the NHS to fund her boob job so that she could pose in lads mags.

Now, I support freedom of choice, so if women choose to go under the knife in search of their perceived 'perfection' then by all means let them. But I resent paying taxes to fund a woman's insecurities, when the money could be spent on rebuilding the breasts of a cancer patient after a mastectomy.

When the operation is complete, the scars will last a life time. Weight gain, from pregnancy or growth can stretch the implants, Breastfeeding is impossible and once a tummy tuck procedure is performed any weight gain from pregnancy can undo thousands of pounds worth of surgery.

Why do women go through painful procedures at the cost of the NHS, Taxpayers, and sacrificing the health of people in much worse conditions, when it is so easy to get cosmetic surgery privately? Nowadays it's as easy to get a boob job on credit as it is to get double glazing.

If people really wanted a boob job as badly as they say, they'd find a way

to afford it themselves, without sacrificing the health & funds of others.