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Taylor Swift and the Lucky Golden Ticket

Reading has always been one of my most cherished past-times: as a child I spent hours flicking through the pages of Enid Blyton, J.K Rowling and Roald Dahl, drinking in their words. I was with Charlie, hoping to find a Wonka bar that contained that lucky, golden ticket. I was stood next to Matilda as she defeated Miss Trunchbull and finally found the love she always craved; I wasn’t alone. Any problems I had suddenly seemed superfluous and all that remained was the story and the characters of the book: my friends.

Whilst the words created by my most loved authors captured my imagination as a child, nowadays, the sounds of Taylor Swift and the sweet accompaniment of a bottle of red wine are far more likely to entice me on a Monday night. So earlier this year I made it my mission to read 25 books before I turn 25; the concept is adorable and I need to create goals for myself so I foolishly believe that my life has meaning.

Unfortunately, as someone with commitment issues,  I intend to follow through with everything I set my mind to but the execution isn’t quite there yet. Couple that with a love for binge-watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I’ve fallen off the reading bandwagon, and picked up a few library fines along the way.

I’m not a child anymore, I don’t have imaginary friends or climb into my wardrobe hoping to find Narnia: I can watch the film on Netflix instead, but isn’t that a crying shame? It’s about time I turned off my laptop and reconnected with some old friends: I think they’ve missed me.

Is there anything you’ve read lately that you’d recommend to spice up my bookshelf? 

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Re-joining Twitter and Never Getting Over Myself

I write about my adoration for Twitter on a regular basis, but rarely post anything on my personal account for fear of people judging me, particularly those I know. I find it much easier to write freely and honestly when I’m talking to strangers on the internet, which is why I was reluctant to tell any of my friends about my blog when I first started dabbling in writing.

Therefore, I’ve decided to create a blog specific twitter account – where I can follow my fellow bloggers so I don’t miss their posts and can share my writing further than WordPress! I should probably get over myself before everyone else tells me to, but will continue to self-promote for just a little while longer.

To cut a rather dull story short, please share your twitter handles with me so I can get following! I’ll try my best to be funny and charming but don’t hold me to that. You can find me on ‘tisfortea_‘ if you have nothing better to do and fancy making one more terrible decision today.

“Oh, The Football’s On?”

From hockey to volleyball, I have flashbacks of humiliation in the school gym as I’m reminded for the 6th time that I need to “hit the damn ball,” and my classmates express their distaste towards me as they’re forced to have me as a member of their team. These experiences have left me feeling  generally apathetic about sport: I don’t care to play and I only bother watching to give the impression that I’m patriotic enough to drape an England flag outside my house.

The recent growth of sport on television has therefore left a slightly sour taste in my mouth, as the World Cup and Wimbledon interrupt regularly scheduled programming. This phenomenon has also has spread to to my twitter timeline with hoards of people either discussing sport or their revulsion towards it. What happened to everyone going stir crazy over Game of Thrones and Justin Bieber? Personally, I can’t wait until October to hear complaints about the weather and shops playing festive music when “it isn’t even bloody Christmas!”

I’m no longer at high school, but I’m still sat on the sidelines wishing we were playing something else. Scrabble anyone?

Shady’s back…

I’m back! Queue the sounds of hundreds of people not caring…

I’ve actually had my laptop back for a couple of days but I’ve been having one of those weeks where crying in the shower and feeling sorry for myself have been at the top of my to-do list, and I’m sure no-one wants to read about how I regret my entire existence.

Instead, I thought I’d do a quick run-down of everything I’ve learnt in the week I’ve been away:

  • Wearing no underwear in public isn’t as liberating as I thought it would be. Must remember that I live in the real world and not in my fantasy where I’m an Olsen twin.
  • The coverage of the Jay-Z/Solange fight on social media only demonstrates how people care about anything as long as it makes them feel better about their own problems.
  • Trying to match my liquid eye liner on both sides really is a lost cause – I’m always going to look like a prepubescent girl whether L’Oreal tells me I’m worth it or not. If all else fails, I’ll rock a red lip and pretend my mother wanted me to appear on toddlers and tiaras.
  • Rather than learning from my mistakes straight away, I prefer to keep repeating them until I hate myself enough to stop.
  • There aren’t enough words to express the anger I feel towards people who tell me they don’t read because “it’s boring.” Perhaps it isn’t considered ‘cool’ to spend my Saturday looking for new books in the local library instead of hanging out at a beer garden waiting for bad decisions to turn into good ones, but I happen to find reading incredibly fun and sexy. 50 Shades of Grey taught us that, right?

Clearly I’m incredibly judgemental and kind of an asshole, but I knew that already.

Throwback Thursday

For those of you that read my last post and give even half a shit about how skinny I was at the age of 15, I’ve decided to share the ‘Throwback Thursday’ photo I posed on Instagram. 

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Please take note of my Playboy boob tube complete with beaded plastic necklace, over-plucked eyebrows and Chandler inspired smile  – oh the glory days!

#SELFIE

It’s no secret that I’m addicted to social media: Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest – I love them all. At first I thought I was doing it ironically – laughing at the sheer stupidity of those re-tweeting Harry Styles having breakfast, safe in the knowledge that I’m better than the masses. Nowadays, the first thing I do in the morning is check my Twitter feed to find out if Taylor Swift’s been pictured with a new beau, or whether the Internet has decided they love or hate Miley Cyrus this week.

My addiction to all things Internet doesn’t stop with being an active listener. I’m oh-so proud to say that I’ve tweeted 1,600 times about drinking wine and watching TV, and posted 130 pictures of myself doing the same thing on Instagram. It gets worse – tonight I spent an hour of my evening planning the ‘Throwback Thursday’ picture I’m going to post tomorrow and even thought about how sarcastically written the caption will be. Hopefully no-one notices that I’m 2 stone heavier in both weight and regret if I add a black and white filter.

Unfortunately, there’s one slight flaw in my plan to flaunt my fabulous life to people I barely know on the Internet – I don’t live a life which anyone would be jealous of. The last time I went on holiday was with my parents, I work a 9-5 office job and I’ve never even met Zac Efron! I might have the ability to choose between ‘Earlybird’ and ‘Kelvin’ but I think Anna Kendrick’s queen of social media crown is safe for now.

Coach-hell-a

I have a bad habit. You know, along with staying in my pyjamas until 2pm, over-indulging on coffee and eating too much junk food: celeb stalking on Instagram. As much as I hate to admit it, like Harry and Ron sometimes I do have the “emotional range of a teaspoon” and can’t think of anything more exciting than seeing TayTay Swift’s new haircut for the first time or finding out what Nina Dobrev ate for lunch. It’s a guilty pleasure that provides me with full on pleasure.

For anyone who loves living vicariously through the rich and famous as much as I do, you’ll be well aware that this weekend was Coachella: every hipster barbie’s musical playground. Lets face it, it isn’t about the music – the only thing that matters to me and everyone else on Instagram is who rocks denim cutoffs and flower crowns better than the rest. Selena Gomez and the Pretty Little Liars girls put up a good fight but of course the queen of Coachella has to go to Vanessa Hudgens.

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I suspect she plans the outfits and elaborate hair accessories she’s going to wear all year round, like an elf at Christmas she just can’t help herself. Congratulations Vanessa, your boho waves and Pat Butcher earrings have done it again. A lifetime of exceptional work in the field has not gone unnoticed, may your valiant efforts put you on the popular page for decades to come.