the BIG people.

 

 

because I love you.

Ode to the beautiful people in my life.

 

Today, was a very strange day. I don’t entirely know what happened or why it was so odd but it was-and, it made me realise who my beautiful people are.

 

R, ray of sunshine, favouritest ever.
I’ve never really been a particularly open person, but I have told her everything, things the poor girl hasn’t wanted or needed to know. I told her yesterday that I’d write about her when I next posted so here it is, I honestly do not know what I’d do without her, at all. Every time we go out in town, I crash at hers, every time we go out at my end, we crash at mine. We go on dates, we’re going to Paris for the day, I spend all my free periods with her, she really is my best friend ever.

 

Lately, there have been so many instances where I’ve depended so much on my friends and there are only a handful of people I rely on, ever. My new philosophy-courtesy of my tutor, James-is have a lot of BIG days. Putting aside the innuendo, basically, make the most out of every day and my own addition is to ignore the “little” people. I don’t mean to just avoid people that are physically small, I mean little as in worthless, people that don’t add any value to your life.

 

 

So, those people that you find in your life that really and truly make a difference, make sure you do the same to them.

 

Over and out; and no, I don’t mean to preach.

Well, that's embarrassing..

Given my last post was singing the praises of MIC, I'm a little abashed to say that actually episode two was not that thrilling and quite possibly not worth watching. Don't be too sad if you missed that one...


I do have other things to do other than scrutinise Made in Chelsea, promise.



O&O.  

Asdfghjkl, Made in Chelsea

So, I know you either love it or you hate it I i am so unashamed to say that MIC has become such a massive part of my life. Every Monday at ten I will stop whatever I am doing to watch the lives of Ollie, Cheska, Millie, Spencer and co unfold.

There's the spiel at the beginning about some scenes being created for entertainment purposes, but I don't mind that-hahah, kind of makes my life feel a bit better, knowing that how they live isn't really how they live.


I keep so freakishly up to date with Mills' make up blog and Binky's blogs for the times and Escentual. Oh, and I might just follow them all on Twitter..maybe.

(talking of twitter; @fiona_melia ;))


I'm writing this now, in the breaks of tonights episode, ee-it's too good. People are texting me and I'm not replying because it is MIC night and therefore, cannot be distracted..



So, whatever-be judgemental, think I'm superficial for being a little in love with an e4 show? That's cool:)


But, tallyho chaps. Part four's about to start!

Over and out.

I want a tattoo.

I want a tattoo, really, really I do.



I like birds and I like anchors and flowers, I like them as well.
However, I have a tiny pain threshold and the thought of a tattoo makes my skin hurt..so perhaps, not my brightest idea?

I like this, but obviously, not there and I'm not a guy...

I don't know the chest in question, but I doubt he'll mind being used here. I sort of want an anchor, a swallow, rose and a daisy combined together. I just don't know where..hate making decisions. 

I. Love. That. 

Oh, dear. I hate finding things I like, makes me want them and well, too scared for tattoos, man. 

Aim for my life-get less scared. 

Over and out. 

Because, I'm a virgin blogger.

Going on from the title, I imagine you've got the gist, I've never blogged before. But, it's always something I've wanted to do-so, here I am doing it. 

I'm not entirely sure what this is going to be-a place to rant, or just waffle on about what goes on in my oh-so-exciting life..or maybe both. Probably both. 

Must say, October's throwing some wicked weather out. I'm genuinely a little bit confused what's going on in the meteorological world. Is not doing my wardrobe choices any help. Nothing too fascinating or traumatising to report, yet. Oo, R. bought a bonsai tree-called Jimmy. That's how good the week has been. 

Over and out, tiger.