Continuing the catch up

So in addition to going to the Paralympics, spoiling my liver and...working? I've also made a few cheeky trips to the west end to sample the goods, if you will.

I'll whack what pictures I could sneak at the bottom.

Firstly, Loserville. A new production written by James Bourne FROM BUSTED! Yeah, I was sold when I found that out too. It was ace! So nerdy, but I mean, Son Of Dork was featured...WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE!

Secondly, We Will Rock You. Think Footloose with a Queen soundtrack. Super good! My housemate won top price tickets so I was loving life in the luxury seats for freeeeeee. The lead male, Oliver Tompsett, was incredible. I've seen him before, in Rock Of Ages, but there's just something about his voice. And the fact he was wearing a tight white t-shirt and leather jacket...but that's beside the point.

Finally, THE LION KING. Words fail me. I was left mouth open (singing mostly) the entire way through. I've never watched the film with a dry eye, and I'm not sure why I thought the stage show would break that streak, safe to say it didn't. IT'S JUST SO SAD!

OOOH, I've gone all artyfartytheatrewatchywankypants. It won't happen again (I promise nothing)

The Loserville Stage

The We Will Rock You stage

Oliver Tompsett and Myself

The Lion King stage

Belated Patriotism

One of these days I'll start a post without having to apologise for my absence... Today is not that day.

Ok, so it's been over a month but I'm busy with essays, and nail painting and...I...turned 20. It's taken me a while to get over it, I'm almost there. So I'm getting back on track.

This is basically gonna be a few rapid uploads to catch you back up with what's going on with me, what I've done and what's going on.

Firstly, as the title suggests, and as I previously plugged, I went to the Paralympics to see the men's and women's swimming heats. And it was FRICKIN' INSANE. Like seriously, wow! The atmosphere was incredible, the swimmers were inspirational (not to the extent where I'll learn to swim mind) and the Olympic park is ENORMOUS! I'll attach what few pictures I have, I was slightly over excited and forgot to take pictures, I'm sure you know what a pool looks like though.

Ooh ohh, and there was this really cool spirally viewing platform, which I mistook for a helter skelter and was sorely disappointed...

If you haven't guessed by what you've previously read of mine, assuming you have, it's never a dull moment with me. During the security search to get into the park, you have to put your bag on this X-ray conveyer belt thing, so they can check you aren't stashing an uzi or something. Anyhow, whacked my bag on there with a few other people's, walked through the beepy thing, beep-less, and was waiting for the bags. Everyone else's came through, and left. I looked up to see the security chap staring intently at the screen talking to another, rather scary looking man, looking at my bag. At this point I started to question if I had in fact stowed a axe in my handbag. Sweaty palmed and dry mouthed I opened my bag, when asked, to reveal a half empty perfume bottle. Seriously?! Have it mate, and let me in. I didn't even think about the contents of my bag, I mean, what woman does?! I guarantee at one point in your life, whether it be your bag or someone else's, you've reached into said bag, pulled something out and thought "When the hell did I get that?!" That perfume had been in there so long, the name had rubbed off, coulda been anything! it wasn't even a glass bottle, it was plastic! I genuinely think he thought I was going to hurl it at a swimmer, in an attempt to sink them or something...so yeah, that happened.

Like I said, swimming was good. Can't help but think it was slightly tainted by the turd of a security guy and his scary, judgemental friend though.

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   I know, I know, it's been a while but I've got my excuses...you just can't have them.

   As the title suggests, I am back in London, which means that shortly university year two will commence, scary right? Lots of things have changed, not just with my life, but the city in general.

   Firstly, I've moved in to a new house, with two of my old flatmates, and a friend from my course, all goes well so far ( fingers crossed). Living in a house is super weird compared to the prison cell of a bedroom I had in halls. WE HAVE A COMMUNAL AREA, PRAISE THE LORD! As a treat I'll make a separate mini post about my house with some pictures and stuffs. 

   Secondly, and most importantly, WHAT ON EARTH HAS HAPPENED TO LONDON? I mean, come on! I know the Paralympics is on, and that's very exciting ( Insert plug for future Blog post here) but it is literally impossible to move! I thought it was busy before, but this Country girls way out of her depth. I understand I have the worst of it, living in East London and all that. But It's not just the tourists, it's the "Helpers". If I am standing at a DLR stop, reading the board for the next train, don't just assume that I need your "help". Don't strut over, in your pink top, or yellow hi vis and start telling me where I want to go. I KNOW. If I wanted help, I probably wouldn't ask you ( there's an app for that) but I'd keep you in mind!
It's like when you go in those shops and they immediately pounce on you " Would you like any help?" except they aren't asking, their assuming I need them. I hate that.

   So anyone that actually knows me is most likely reading this thinking " Kerry, you probably did need them, you're rubbish with travel". You're right, I am rubbish with travelling, but I want to try. I don't wanna be that person that stays at home 'cos they cant get on a bus to Bridgwater without ending up in Burnham...

   Well, that escalated into a rant quite quickly. My apologies. As previously mentioned I have some Blog ideas coming up that may or may not interest you, so please keeps your eyes peeled and ears to the ground...or follow me on Twitter @Kerrybelle.....everything goes on there. I also make funnies too.

I still don't get it

So, I finished 50 Shades of Grey, and I can only reiterate my former opinions, I DON'T GET IT.

Seriously, what's that about?! The plot jumps all over the shop, not to mention the CONSTANT repetition of phrases, descriptions and graphic imagery. Yeah, yeah I know, everyone is saying the same things, it's either " Unputdownable(?)" or "So poorly written, I cried inside", I haven't reached either of these extremes. No, unfortunately I am left suspended in an unopinionated limbo.

In an attempt to rectify this, and gain some sort of grasp on what I think, I started the second book in the series.... and finished it. Still none the wiser, the plot is so jumpy I genuinely thought I had missed a chapter out, but no!

Anyway, I've started the third with the hope that it will provide the clear conclusion lacking from those prior it to it.

I won't hold my breath.

Lol, book review

I'm still off University, and as a result have an abundance of free time, with which I have been spending the majority with my nose in a book...or 3 In the past month I've finished 2 books that I've had my eye on for a while and just haven't had the time.  The first was "The Bodies in the Barrels Murders" - Jeremy Pudney. Cheery title, I know. Blinking good read though, bit morbid, as the title suggests. Not sure I'd recommend.  Second book I recommend with every ounce of my being, "The Fault In our Stars"- John Green. Words cannot describe how good this book was. I cried, smiled, swooned and  cried some more. Buy it, borrow it, steal it (but not really), it's a MUST!  Now for a confession. I've jumped on my first bandwagon for a while, "50 Shades of Grey"- EL James. Yeah yeah I know, and trust me, this post isn't going to be defending it. I haven't finished so am reserving full judgement, but for now, bit racy. In fact no, it's bloody embarrassing. That's all I'm saying, stay tuned for a  detailed review in which I state the amount of times it's made me blush.  So far... too many.  

Polished to perfection

It's happened all of a sudden really, but I've started actually bothering to
Paint my nails.

Usually I do that half hearted slap of polish, If and when I can be bothered, and leave it for weeks until its chipped and vile before reapplying the same colour.

It's not that I don't like nice nails, I do! Which girl doesn't?! But I'm just so bloody lazy.

I've tried buying those effects nails vanishes, that leave you with chipped and cracked looking nails. Makes me laugh really, that I'll pay £4.99 for a nail varnish that does instantly what I could achieve after leaving the polish for a week!

Anyhow, I'm off university for.... What seems a lifetime! So I've got time to spare, and in this spare time I've decided to perfect some styles. Granted I'm limited to colours and such with work regulations and all, but I've done quite well within the guidelines so far!

My recent creative spells have produced, Ladybirds, Strawberries, Water Melons, Suits, Forget me nots and Rabbits. I may attach pictures below...if I can work out how to do it on my phone...

I've also purchased two Barrym Magnetic nail varnishes. I seriously recommend them. £4.99, in 4 metallic shades I think, each with a different magnet that creates a different effect. Also if you have more than one you can mix and match the magnets and makes all new designs and stuffs.

I've just gone and treated myself to a Julien Macdonald nail kit, from Debenhams. It was in the sale, but by god is it awesome! The colours in the kit are metallic based, and so sparkly and pretty. And there are gems and stuffs. I have to put pictures on, 'cos these gems have made my life!

Also, ladies (let's face it, this isn't a very male friendly post) if you have an iPhone, and are a regular...go-er out-, go to Topshop and they have this genius purse/ miniature clutch with an iPhone holder included. It's £14, but totally worth it! With an ID slot as well as a few card holders and a money slit, it's literally ideal for a night out. Whether it's all you take out with you or shove it in your slightly bigger clutch. It's a genius addition! However will only fit an iPhone I'm afraid, which is a slight downer for all you losers with crap phones, but what can you do eh?!

This post has actually turned into more of a haul actually, apologies. So yeah, that's what I've been doing, decorating my nails, and treating myself.

Compliment me

When you get your hair done, rock that new dress or finally find a lipstick shade you can pull off, a compliment really polishes off your day.

What I want to know is, how do you respond to a compliment?

Do you merely say thank you? Risking the chance of appearing self indulged, "I do look good don't I?"

Or do you respond with a compliment? "you look nice" "oh thanks, your hair is, different" that's one concern, if this is how you're meant to do it, what happens if you can't think of a valid compliment? Do you make one up? Or is that worse? WILL THEY KNOW I DON'T MEAN IT?

So my third option is to shrug it off. Smile and change the topic, running the risk of appearing rude and uninterested. What if it's a flirty compliment, and I just shrug it off when really I want to scream and go "girly"?

Maybe I make being me too hard. I know I over think things but, Jesus!

If you think like this, and know how I feel, please, let me know what you do? I'd like to reduce the amount of awkwardness that apparently is so prominent within my life.

Where'd you get those Creepers?

'Ello


 As previously mentioned, I HATE having the same thing as other people.

So to further enforce my 'individuality' I bought a pair of shoes that none of my friends would ever be seen dead in, cos, that's what I do.


Creepers. They are, incredible. Literally. AMAZING

I ordered them online a couple of weeks ago, and granted they took a while to come, but by god are they worth it. Granted they look clumpy but they are so light! I am in love. I love shoes....but these. DAMN


Not to sure of a whole load of outfits that I can wear them with yet, but that's part of the fun of buying new things isn't it? I will quite happily sit thinking about what i could potentially wear things with, even adapting items so they are more wearable. I'm not a massively fashion orientated female (No kidding right?) but i like to think i know what I'm doing when it comes to my own style. Dressing someone else is a whole different matter.

So that's me, spending the rest of my Easter break in blissful thought of what to wear these new Leopard print shoes with. Oh, I didn't mention they were leopard print? oh yeah, I WENT THERE

Hello my Babies <3

Dem be da rules

So as I'm writing this post I'm currently on a coach home from Uni.

I bought a packet of crisps from the attractive coach vender, but opened them upside down. Not so the crisps fell out or anything, but so the logo was upside down, and now I feel odd eating them. When I was little if this ever happened I use to cry and refuse to eat from the packet, through fear of them not tasting right.
Now I feel the same. I'm unsure If it's because I'm hungover, but my heart sunk when it happened this time, sad isn't it?

 Anyway, I figured you already know so many weird facts about me, I might as well share my food rules with you. Don't want you making any faux pas if we ever eat together now do we?

I despise wet food. By this I mean stuff Swimming in sauces or covered in gravy. No. It's not right. I like to chew my food, not have to sieve out the lumps and drink it. Blergh.

 If we were going to eat a Roast dinner for example, none of the food should be touching on the plate. None of that, let's mix it together crap or, pile it on another. No thanks, I like to see what I'm eating and not taint it with another food group. The French have got the right idea, in a way. They eat their meals in a logical order, vegetables, carbs then meats. I like that, orders are good.

 And finally, as if you didn't think it could get any worse, I HATE eating alone. Not snacks or anything, but like meals. Well it's just bad manners to up and leave the table when someone hasn't finished anyway, but I'm a slow eater. I've been known to have my meals re-heated mid sitting, so I understand it can get a bit tedious to sit with me, but you didn't enter into it blindly! I warned you I'm slow. I'm unsure of the reason I hate to eat alone, I think it might be the fact I've never had to due to family dinners, that the concept is so daunting.

 So yeah. There we go. A few reasons you should think twice before sitting down to a meal with me. 

I'm awkward

In most social situations A recent example of this would be at a Morning Parade gig. I had an opportunity to have a drink with a member of the band. Great right?! I bailed. I ran to Pret and got a cup of Earl Grey. Oh yeah. Thats a thing i did.

I did eventually go and have a drink with him, after A lot of persuasion by my friend and brother.

You might think that's just because he's famous and I was nervous, so I'll give you another

When people you know see you in passing and say "alright". I am unable to read the situation to the point where I'm not sure which response the statement requires. Is it a question, "alright?" "yeah good, you?" or is it just a greeting "alright". It's got to the point now that instead of being awkward and picking the wrong response, resulting in the person buggering off and I'm still asking how their day was, I don't say anything. I stare blankly at them, crack a slight smile and carry on my way, I apologise of I've done this to you and you think I'm being rude, I'm not

Well I could go on with examples, but I feel if I divulge too many no ones gonna bother talking to me, or alternatively, their gonna point out all the times I'm awkward and log it.

Please don't do either of those

Having a think

  Just thought, I've started all these little "challenges" for myself and have told you all about them, but have failed to keep you up to date.

  Firstly, I've failed at reading Harry Potter, well continuing to read the series is more accurate. After finishing the first one it became apparent that the sequel is really just a recount of it's predecessor....I got bored and quit.

  Secondly, that no complaining for 21 days. Yeah. Still going strong, haven't yet made it past a week. But I'm getting better! Ok, I think that's everything up to date.

 Oh, oh, oh, I mega want another Tattoo. I've decided what I want, it's just where to put it is my issue. Also the fact I have 3 already, and I always wanted odd numbers. Something for me to Ponder over.

 Well that was an exciting update wasn't it 

 Additional message from Xavier: Hey happy people :) if I'm honest I'm not really sure what to say! So take this! I LOVE COWS!

Prep 'fo lyfe

As you can probably tell by the awkward start, I'm not street. Not gangster. In fact, it probably didn't take you until this post to realise that, If it did...well bloody hell old chap!

Whilst walking through Piccadilly circus the other week, taking in all the sights of London, including its inhabitants (in the least creepy sense) my flatmate and I were talking about phases. Fashion related mainly, which in turn I suppose would mean personality and the like.

My flatmate, in her own words, described her current style as "grunge meet normal" which to those of you that haven't met her means; jeans, various scary skull tops, long necklaces and a leather jacket. However she did say that she wasn't always like this. Her current style was influenced by previous stages throughout her childhood, some example's of her phases being; chav, skater and scene.

When she listed her previous style choices I was thinking of my own, and that's where I've got stuck. I've literally had the same "taste" in clothes since as log as I can remember. I don't remember going through phases of wanting a tracksuit, nor dressing head to toe in black and insisting people call me "venom-punch". I'm starting to feel i've missed out on a right of passage, is it too late to start?

I've always liked to be slightly different. Whether it be the way I dress, the music I listen to or even the fads I never understood and consequently never followed. There are certain aspects of me that have changed, but it appears fashion isn't one of them.

I remember the first time I was called "Preppy", it was by my brother over an evening meal in which we were explaining the different social stereotypes to our parents. I remember thinking "yeah alright mate, I don't dress like the private school kids"....which I don't, I have my own style, which just falls under that category. I like to call it "Charity-shop chic"

To finish I'll let you in on a little "skill" of mine. I have the ability to wear anything, I mean ANYTHING, and make it look preppy. FACT. A recent example of this being, a nose ring.

How'dya like dem eggs?!

The Mother of all Procrastinator's

   I'm one of those people that MEGA envies anyone that can do their work, hobbies, even hold conversations without getting distracted.

   'Cos I ain't one of them.
 
  As I write this I am currently on a "break" from a 1500 word essay. "That's not that much" you may say, or, " Everyone deserves a break once in a while" which is all true, except I haven't earned this break. I stole it.

  I'm currently 700 words into my essay and that has taken me two days. TWO DAYS. I used to be able to sit down, brainstorm and then BOOM essay done in a day. Somethings broken. I'm broken.

   So instead of doing my essay, I've done lots of other things. I shall list them for you;

• Listened to the entire Lion King soundtrack. Not whilst working, I just sat and listened
• Creeping on Facebook. In fact I did this so intently, I lost all track of how I ended up where I did. Skills.
• I've been "working" for two hours and I've already have 4 very large cups of tea
• Googled myself
• Googled my Youtube
• Googled my Blog
• Updated my Blog

   I know that a lot of people procrastinate, and I'm sure while some of you are reading this on your "break" others are not, but that's cool, no judgement here. 

   I gonna get back to my essay, Facebook creeping and obsessive colour coordinating of my folder, but I hope this helped you kill a few minutes of your day....it did for me.

I made another Vlog, the 12 days of me!

Printing made me ponder

   Pretty sure I can't be the only person in the world that manages to make mistakes constantly, its human nature, right?


   I got a printer to take to Uni with me, to ultimately save me money in the long run cos printing is mighty expensive when everything you do has to be word processed.

   I don't profess to be a techno-whizz, in fact, I'm probably the farthest thing from it, but I was hoping that once the hardship was overcome ( setting up the printer) everything would be easy sailing from there. How wrong I was.


   Printing 1 page resulted in me being surrounded by countless pages of doubles-sided gibberish and covered in ink. I'm not even sure how it actually happened, anyway, this incident sparked something in my noggin'. Am I as useless as other joke I am?

   It's a running theme amongst my friends and family, that my uselessness and regularity of faux pas', evoke general bemusement. Whilst wiping the ink from my face, I was thinking that others have to be the same. I know we're all different, but surely others have those moments where they even baffle themselves?


    Then I got to thinking about the possibility of others doing exactly the same as me. If it was such a common occurrence, why is it still funny? Why is it still shocking when I emerge from my room covered in printer ink? Why are blunders, accidents, cock ups, whoopsies still the subject of hilarity, when its pretty much the norm?

   Just a thought.

21 days too many

Not sure if you guys have heard of it, but there's this challenge that involves; 1 bracelet, 21 days, and NO MOANING. I've been doing this challenge since the end of November-ish and the closest I've got is 11 days. Now I'm not sure of that means I'm super relaxed, or I'm finding this way too hard, either way, bad times. Every time you moan, you have to swap the bracelet to the opposite wrist and start from zero. It's harder than it seems. My challenge for those that read this blog is to race me. Ready, set, GO!

Landan...SHE'S BACK!

    I've been back in London about 4 days now, and It feel's like I never left!
 
   I've only had one lecture so that basically means that I have masses of free time to spend a stupid amount of money. Monday was exxppeennnsive.


   I finally went to Nando's. It was good. But i genuinely don't understand what the fuss is all about. IT'S JUST CHICKEN!

   That aside, Monday evening I went to The Savoy Theatre to see Legally Blonde. I highly recommend. Seriously. Despite it being SO camp, it was SOOO GOOD! also an utter bargain! I was front row, close enough to get some fake hair on my knee....which was nice, for a tenner! 
  
 I realise that this has been more of a brag and review compared to my usual stuff, sorry about that, It won't become a regular feature.

   Also, for those that care, I have got a few ideas for my Vlog, it's just a case of actually filming. So Watch this space for links and fings. 

As promised, a "Snuggie" related vlog

Sneak preview of the key prop featuring in my next Vlog.....SNUGGIE

Less than a week left

   As the title to this one suggests, I have less than a week left at home, and as sad as I am to be going back, I'm also equally excited. 


   I never used to be able to travel ANYWHERE, getting the bus was a challenge for me, but I've tackled the tube alone, and for those of you who actually know me, that's no mean feat.


  Well that's like the MAIN one, I'm sure the others are as equally significant, I can't think of them all right now. 

  Since going to University I've become so much more independent. OK sure, I still can't eat alone, but in other ways I'm like, mega mature.

   Purchases made recently that suggests otherwise include:

• Worzel Gummidge box set
• Snuggie
• Disney Princess crockery 

   

1 down...Lots left

   So, that's the first "Potter" complete. Pretty damn good I must say, however, they didn't half miss out a lot of the interesting bits in the film. Cue immediate reactions of " Well shoulda read the books firsts yaddayaddayadda" I KNOW OK! 

   Anyway, I've just started the second in the series, the title escapes me at this present moment, however I know there's a nice blue car on the cover, and I like it.

   On a completely not HP related note, I have just over a week left at home before I head on back to Uni, so make the most of me and my regular posting 'n' stuffs, cos I seriously doubt I'll have the time for the once a week sh'bang but i'll give it a bloody good go.

  Another update on the WillyoubemyBeast front, is my YouTube channel. Its doing rather well, but a few more visitors would be nice, no pressure, no pressure. Here's the clicky things if you wanna mooch on over http://www.youtube.com/user/WillyoubemyBeast/featured

Until next time my friends. TARA

Puddle Jumping

I went for a meal with my friend, the bus broke down so I walked. There was mud and a Canal, but mainly mud

The Potter dispute

So there's always been a massive fan base  for Harry Potter, and I'm aware of this. What I wasn't aware of however, was the amount of anger that is directed towards individuals that have seen the Films, but have not read the books. I will gladly admit, I am one of those.

 Now before you bugger off in outrage, or press send on that disgusting comment you're about to leave, let me explain. The books were all bought for me, upon their release, and I tried to read them, I genuinely did, but I physically couldn't get past the first chapter without wanting to smash my face repeatedly with novel. So I gave the books to my family to read, they were returned and I tried again, but to no avail. I'm a massive fan of the films, and my reasoning for not reading the books was nothing to do with my hatred for the books, or those who read them. I'm not a hipster, I don't rebel, I just couldn't enjoy the books when I was younger (I'm aware that's hard for you to believe). Despite this, It became clear to me that if I wanted to call myself a "Potter fan" and finally shrug the abuse I've received regarding this "outrage"  I'd have to read the books.

I'm now 19, and my mission for this break, alongside my new project of blogging/vlogging, is to read the series. 

Don't think you've won, crazed Potter fans! I've not caved, I'm merely complying with the mentality of life, "I'll do it later"

So this was meant to be a rant...I clearly don't rant right!

Lets get these videos up to date, then i'll shup...promise

Coming out

So, while at uni my flatmate and I decided we would make Youtube videos for each other, as basically something to do over the holidays, and it turns out I quite enjoy it. 


Up until now, however, I had kept my "internet existence" on the D.L, especially from my real life friends, purely because I didn't want to make a complete Prat of myself....( can you say "Prat" on these things? technically I'm not saying it....I'll write it again and cross it out for effect....PRAT, much better) Well anyway, my secret existence is no-more! 


I exposed myself.


I realise how rude that last statement appears but i'm leaving it, and you, there. Perhaps with an added disclaimer that this "exposing" is purely metaphorical, there was no nudity involved. 

Just catching you up with the ones that matter

Hallo Der!

So this is all new to me, the whole "blogging" experience. A lack of stimulation and an increase in motivation has lead me here, and y'know what, I like it. Despite being new to blogging, I have dabbled slightly with vlogging....which i realise is pretty much the same thing, so now and again one of those bad boys may pop up....but you can ignore that if you like. So basically this area will be used as an outlet for my thoughts, creative moments and general ramblings, I think thats the idea though....right? Any way....LET'S DO THIS! Post a Comment → Share →