Monday, 30 July 2012


I really want to reflect over what I've done this past week; it feels like I haven't achieved much recently. I fear that work has become my new college environment and that my work friends have replaced my college friends.  To me this will never happen, I don't replace anyone in my life, I just expand on my social groups and everyone will always remain special to me.  But I do genuinely fear that people may think this, but please don't. As I was looking through my calander before it dawned on me that over the past ten days I've only had two days off work.  That would suggest to me that I've spent wayyyy too much time working and not enough time playing!

The most memorable event over the past week has deifinetely been my traditional Thursday night out with my friends from work.  I had a delicious three course meal at Frankie and Benny's and then I went on to the weekly student night in town where I downed Archers and lemonade for £1.50, bargain. I love my weekly night out with the girls for food and then usually the guys will join us for the drinks.  Typical boys really, interested in the alcohol.  The night lead onto a night club and then a long taxi ride home.

Although I've socialised quite a bit over the past week, but I've also had a lot of time to think.  Having spent time endlessly over-thinking my future and actually analysing my life I've realised quite a lot.  I am what people would call an over-thinking, self-conscious person who doesn't want to miss out or not be the most worldly. 

I've always been an over-thinker ever since I was younger.  I over-think every aspect of my life and that leads to also being an over-analyser, which is practically what I am doing now... I think too much about things that I'm about to do and how people will perceive my actions.  I worry what people will think of me and if I'll offend them by just being myself.  I'm probably one of the most honest people out there, I don't believe in lies because I personally believe that liars are always caught out in the end, so I worry people will hate me because of my honesty.  My anti-no-lies stance has lost me friends over the years when I've pointed out their blatant lies and that worries me that one day I'll have no-one left, but I know that there's people out there like me.  I worry that my genuine happy approach to life will lose me friend too, because I might be perceieved as fake, but my happiness isn't fake.  This is me over-analysing once again.  I over-analyse every relationship in my life whether it's family, friends or boys.  My ability to over-analyse everything enable me to link events together and create inter-linking theories of utter noncesense. It's probably some weird form of OCD actually.  Although I go through life over-thinking and over-analysing every aspect of my life I believe that my life is a path that has already been planned, so no matter what happens it's meant to happen so I should be happy about it.

Another annoying thing about my personality is that I'm someone who doesn't want to miss out.  This genuinely means that I end up going practically everywhere that I'm asked to go to.  I just have this fear that I might miss out on something great and I don't want to miss the opportunity for fun. 

I love the fact that from the age of 17 I've had a job and that I've had the opportunity to learn to drive.  This is something that not all of my friends have had the opportunity of, so I genuinely value these priceless experiences that I've had.  The fact that I turned 18 so early in the year in contrast to some of my friends from college meant that I've had the chance to experience life as an 18-year-old with friends from work.  This has meant that I've experienced night clubs, resturants and places that other friends haven't yet experienced.  I've also had experiences within these clubs and environments and met people that other friends have yet to experience.  So I will admit that when these friends finally start to experience these things I will start to feel a bit sad about the fact that I'm no longer the most worldly.  I like that fact about myself and I suppose it could be suggested that I am a tad jealous that others are experiencing the wonderful social life that I've experienced over the past 7 months, and I don't like that about myself.  But this is all because I'm fairly competitive in some aspects of my life and I genuinely hate that others are experiecing the same as me and I fear that they'll have more fun at experiencing what I've already experienced or that they'll experience more than me and I won't be the most worldly anymore.

But don't let my little ramble leave a lasting impression on you. I just sometimes over-think and that means I end up chatting complete rubbish. 

Friday, 27 July 2012


Over the past 7 months I've been welcomed into the world of night clubs. Not every night club is the same and they vary from place-to-place. The ways that I've acted and the things I have worn in a night club in Portugal have been totally inappropriate to what is acceptable to a night club in my town or within a British city environment.

In portugal it was acceptable to wear flip-flops and beach wear to a night club and it was easy to sneak your own alcohol into clubs and take a glass from one club to another.  Here in my home town that would have been totally unacceptable, not only are you not allowed to wear flip-flops but you're also not allowed to sneak your own alcohol in or leave a club clutching a glass.

But what I have learnt over the past 7 months is that there are certain etiquettes that are acceptable no matter where you are.

Here is a list of 10 things I've learnt over the past 7 months:

1. Go with a suitably sized group of friends
I've found that when people are drinking alcohol it's pretty hard to control what everyone else around you in doing if you're slightly more sober than everyone else. On holiday recently there were ten of us and to be fair, it was pretty darn hard to keep everyone together in a night club without people wandering off. So my advice for you would be that although it's insanely fun to be in a large group of friends, sometimes the night can be easier and more fun in a smaller group of 5 or 6 people.

2. Check out whether there's any offers on in any of the bars that you're planning on going to
Going on a night out can be fairly expensive of a weekend.  I've found that as a student there are many student themed nights that offer cheaper drinks during the week.  For me I've found that my town offers a cheap 'student night' on a Thursday, as well as the nearest city offering a student night on a Thursday. Similarly the nearest town also offers a cheap student night on a Tuesday. I've found that by going these cheaper nights I've managed to save a small fortune and I've managed to meet friends who are of a similar age to me, compared to a weekend when many clubs have pervy men in their 40s.

2. Discuss with your friends before you go whether it's a casual night out or a glam night out
I think this is a reasonably good piece of advice to all girls out there.  There's nothing worse than being over dressed or under dressed on a night out, it can leave you feeling uncomfortable and wanting to go home. For me and my friends we usually find it important that we discuss what kind of outfit we're planning on wearing before a night out.  Usually a student night means casual flats, while a weekend night out means towering wedges or flat forms.  For me I like to be tall, so usually I'll wear flat forms for a casual night out and on a weekend night out.  This is because I'm comfortable and the hight gives me confidence.

3. Don't dress inappropriately- slaggy
This is another top tip of mine. Do not, I repeat do not, wear anything that is totally inappropriate.  When a parents passes comment about how you're not going out dressed like that, listen to them; because if your bum is showing and my boobs are on show you're going to attract the wrong kind of attention.  Not only will you attract the attention of sleezy men, but you'll also get stares off girls who find what you're wearing to be in bad taste.

4. Pre-drinks are sometimes a great idea
They are a good idea in the sense that they can help you save money on a night out which could be expensive, but they're not a good idea if you're not going to be able to get through the door to your night out.  I think there is nothing wrong with drinking 2 or 3 Bacardi and cokes before leaving the house or possibly sharing a bottle of wine with a friend whilst getting ready.  But I think there is something majorly wrong if you're doing several shots and drinking a bottle of wine before leaving the house and ending up in such a state that the bouncer is not going to let you in.

5. Make sure you don't get too drunk, know your limit; you'll have more fun when you're simply 'tipsy'
Don't get too drunk people, it's not a good look. Although it's fun to drink a alcohol and have a laugh with you're friends; it's not fun to stumble out a night club and expose yourself.  It's socially acceptable to drink alcohol to point where you're feeling confident enough to be able to dance without worrying that you look stupid.  Plus if you're not ridiculously drunk you won't have to worry about doing anything stupid and if you're friends aren't ridiculous drunk you won't have to spend your night worrying that they're going to end up doing something stupid.  All in all you'll have a great night.

6. Have as much fun possible- dance and laugh
I've found that if you're dancing and laughing you look super confident and fun.  Not only will you have a great time, but I've found that by acting in this manner people are more likely to approach you. Thus through this I've made friends who make my nights out hilarious.

7. Don't go out to simply attract lads
Don't be so boring. Night clubs are not just for males and female to attach to each other. Night clubs are there for you to have a great night with friends and let your hair down.  There's nothing wrong with flirting with guys every now and again, but to do it constantly is just wrong.  Not only does it create awkwardness and bordom for your friends it also creates an image for yourself as the-girl-who-any-guy-can-get-because-she's-so-desperate-to-pull.

8. Don't kiss strangers or leave with them
Just don't.

9. Don't stare people out or give out 'snotty' looks it can cause too much drama
Drunken people are rather sensitive people, just look at one wrong and it could cause World War Three.  My advice would be to avoid dramatic looking people and if you're going to look at people, smile.

10. Make sure you have a friend to accompany you home on a night out. Be safe.
After a brilliant night out, make sure you've got a friend with you on the journey home.  Whether it's a taxi or the first train home, make sure you're not alone.  I know society isn't full of completly weird people, but make sure you're safe.  Usually I will get a taxi home from a night out and if I'm the first out I'll say to my friend loudly, "Call me when you're in," that way I'll know she's in safely.

So, there you go, my top ten tips for a brilliant night out.  You might not agree with them personally, but from my experience I think they're accurate from what I've witnessed and experienced.

I hope you enjoy this post, there will be more like this to come.


As a perk of my job I get to see the latest blockbuster films for free. So last night after several hours of boredom and too many episodes of Geordie Shore, I decided to venture out. I like having lazy days off work, but the reality of doing nothing finally hit me and I needed to get out. I treated my best friend to a night out at the cinema to watch The Amazing Spider-Man in 3D and tuck into a pick n' mix.

One thing I did enjoy was the fact that the 3D was impressive as I genuinely felt like I was in the film, which was immense as Andrew Garfield is an actual hunk. His role as geek-chic Peter Parker has now made me obsessed with Andrew Garfield and with finding my own geek-chic guy. Emma Stone and her character Gwen Stacey are two lucky ladies. Now I need Andrew Garfield in my life.

Another guy I need in my life is Jeremy Irvine. Whilst waiting for the film to start a trailer came on regarding a new film released in September called Now Is Good. The film is based on a novel called Before I Die by Jenny Downham, which I swiftly downloaded to my Kindle last night. The film's based on a young girl named Tessa, who's suffering from terminal cancer. Before she dies she wishes to complete a list of objectives, in a Bucket List sort of manner. The top of her list is to fall in love... with Jeremy Irvine's incredibly beautiful and English-gentlemanly-styled character. So, from what I've read so far, it could be tear-jerking novel which I'll love.

Right now I'm continuing my laziness, althought it's 3.30PM I'm still lay in bed and I'm planning on staying like this until I have to go to work. I'm planning on coming straight home after work too, due to the fact that my dad is going Wetherspoons tonight and therefore I'm avoiding town at all costs. I'd rather have a sober Saturday night in than go out and possibly bump into my dad. Now that would be shameful, considering right now he's currently washing his car on the front and singing loudly to Smooth FM...

I've got a couple of ideas of what I'm going to put on this blog over the next couple of weeks; such as: continuing my daily blogs, my most embarressing stories of recent, what I've learnt about nightclubs, my first holiday experience without the parents, what I've learnt about myself this past year and my pet peeves.


For my first blog post in a while, I thought I'd reintroduce you to just one of many ridiculous stories that make up my 'dramatic' life. Literally at times my life genuinely feels like it's one dramatic event after another; but I suppose that's what teenage life is all about. Except I'm not sure that the other person involved in this event is aware of it yet and if he is, that's a bit strange.

Let's set the scene for the dramatic event of yesterday which originated unknowingly a year ago. A year ago exactly this week, which makes the event even more dramatic really, I went to a friends 18th Birthday party. At the time I was 17-years-old and my friend was in the year above me at sixth form college. My friend only invited around 15 friends from college and the remainder of the people invited consisted of family and family friends. That was actually the first 18th Birthday party that I had been to with my friends, obviously I'd been family parties, but this was the first with my friends. I was super excited and I bought a new dress and wore heels and genuinely believed I could have passed as a year older than what I actually was. At this point in my life I still wasn't confident around guys and to be fair I never really talked to any other than my male friends. I was the kind of girl who would openly admit to my friends if I thought a guy I saw was attractive. So, whilst at this party, I saw an attractive guy with what I presumed was his girlfriend. I obviously thought to myself, "Lucky bitch, he's attractive."
Fast forward 8 months and I'm now an overly confident 18-year-old partying in a local nightclub. When one night, I got chatting to a nice guy, who was attractive and as far as I was aware, I'd never seen in my life. We dated for a while and basically to cut a long story short, he wasn't a very nice guy and I ended all contact with him.

Fast forward another couple of months until last night and then I got quite a shock. Whilst innocently looking through my Facebook newsfeed, my friend who's 18th I had been to had posted some pictures of her new pet lizards. Out of curiosity I decided to keep scrolling through her mobile uploads because I hadn't really spoken to her much recently since she'd been in university. So as I was flicking through her mobile uploads I finally came to some photo's of her 18th Birthday and out of further curiosity I decided to continue looking. The whole incident was pretty much brought about by me being overly curious. I found some pictures that I had never been tagged in and obviously I continued to flick through the photos when all of a sudden, I came across a picture which I never in a million years thought I'd have come across... the guy from the 18th Birthday was actually the guy I met in the nightclub and briefly dated.

What the actual hell? Out of all the guys in my town, why the hell did it have to be him that was at the party? He was the guy I actually thought was attractive? What the actual? I'm genuinely speechless regarding this situation. Only would this happen to me, you couldn't make this stuff up.

At times like these I like to say, "What is my life?"

Tuesday, 1 May 2012


I feel like my last post wasn't completely accurate, as I wasn't back for good.  In fact I've probably been absent for at least four months.  It's important to understand that a lot has happened over the past four months and it's been really difficult for me to continuously blog.  My life has changed dramatically to a certain extent since the start of February.  So I feel that it's important for myself to write down what's actually happened.

At the end of 2011 I set out multiple goals for myself to achieve over the next 12 months.  So, I think I should give you a quick update on each of these goals.  Here they are briefly:

  • Taking my driving test
  • Buying my first car
  • Find a better job than my current one
  • Learning to not waste money on pointless crap
  • Hopefully passing my A-Level exams
  • Making my final decision on which university I will attend
  • Having the best Summer ever
  • Drinking unprecedented amounts of alcohol
  • Making new friends
  • Gaining a boyfriend who will treat me right
  • Eating healthy and actually partaking in some exercise
  • Moving away from home

  • 1. Taking my driving test
    Since my final post in January, I've successfully managed to FAIL my test three times.  Yes, three times.  The first time I failed I wasn't too bothered as I knew I was going to fail.  This was probably due to the fact that I didn't have a clue about parking a car or driving to be honest.  Plus I went into it with a stinking attitude of impending failure anyway.  The second time I failed was annoying as I only failed because I went into the wrong lane going over a busy bridge, and then I failed to indicate back over to the correct lane quickly enough, causing a 'danger' to other cars. Pfft. Then there was the third failure, yesterday, I would have passed if it wasn't for a Mini driver deciding they weren't going to indicate that they were coming off the roundabout.  This meant that they had to slow down behind me when coming off at the exit I was going down. So in hindsight, I'm an awful driver. But, there's always next time. So until then, stay off the road. And then even after then, stay off the road.

    2. Buy my first car
    I have actually managed to buy my first car; but I obviously can't drive it.  The little cutey is breaking my heart knowing I can't drive her.  My parents kindly helped me buy my beloved little silver Pixo.  When I can finally drive, legally, we'll be going for drives all summer!

    3. Find a better job than my current one
    In hindsight this was probably a stupid goal for 2012.  Since January my job has got so much better and I've finally reaping the social aspects of work now.  I go out with my 'Kiosk Girlies' near enough every weekend.  The horrible manager has also left and gone back to London.  So from work, I've managed to establish an amazing social life around my town.  If I'm not out with college or high school friends, I'm out partying with the Kiosk Girlies and the lads.  I think the only way I'll look for a new job is if I have to around September time when I start University.

    4. Learning to not waste money on pointless crap
    Well I think I've done very well with my money over the past couple of months.  I've booked a holiday to Portugal with 10 college friends; that's not pointless crap.  I still splurge on clothes and make-up, but as far as I'm concerned they are essentials for me.  I suppose you could say I've wasted a fortune on driving lessons and tests though...

    5. Hopefully passing my A-Levels
    Well, this is obviously yet to become clear as I have to wait until August.  But from what I've seen so far, I should be able to reach my target grades which I need for University.

    6. Making my final decision on which university I will attend
    Yep, I've finally made a decision.  This September with a bit of luck, I will be heading to... MANCHESTAHHH. Or  one of the universities in Manchester  for all you normal people out there.

    7. Have the best Summer ever
    It's not quite summer just yet, so I can't exactly say I've had the best summer ever.  But from what I've got planned it should be a pretty good Summer Holidays.  Not only am I going Portugal with college friends, I'll have a family holiday, camping with friends, days out and a Summer or pure partying.  What more could I want?

    8. Drinking unprecedented amounts of alcohol
    It's safe to say I've already lived up to this goal for 2012.  There are way too many nights out which have met this goal, and there are many pictures to prove it.

    9. Making new friends
    Since entering the party circuit in my home town I have made new friends and I've got reacquainted with old friends.  Making new friends has allowed me to have some extreme fun and weird times.  It's also helped me have so eventful times.

    10.Gaining a boyfriend who will treat me right
    Well, this is a long story.  The short story is: I met a 'nice' guy, he treated me like a total gent, he turned out horrible and I haven't got a boyfriend.  But out of every guy I seen the past couple of months, he's probably been the closest too being in a 'relationship' with me.  But he clearly doesn't know how to treat a girl right. #pig

    The story started at the start of March, nearly 2 months ago now, I was out in a night club with my Kiosk Girlies and a group of lads approached us.  I got chatting to one of them and we appeared to get on really well.  So we texted back and forth for about 5 days and we finally arranged to meet at the local Wetherspoons; even more classy.  We got on amazingly and he even walked me home, before kissing me on the cheek and cheekily claiming that he doesn't kiss on first dates.  Which Ito me meant that he could possibly be a nice old fashioned guy.  Once again we texted back and forth, flirting and having fun on more dates.  He finally took me on a 'romantic' date in the city. All was going well for a couple weeks more, until he ignored me in a night club on Easter Sunday.  He claimed he didn't want to ruin my night, got all pissy over me talking to male friends and flirted with girls right in front of me.  This ultimately led to an argument outside the night club when he finally acknowledged me.  Since then, we haven't been out much and the situation hasn't progressed.  He has however, not stopped texting me ever since, suggesting we go out.

    11. Eating healthy and actually partaking in some exercise
    Ah, I'll never eat healthy.  Since January I've developed an unhealthy obsession for chocolate brownies and Yorkshire puddings.  Possibly two of the most unhealthiest foods going.  But I did exercise for a whole week after I booked my holiday to Portugal in February.  But since then, nothing. No exercise and no healthy food.

    12. Moving away from home
    I haven't done this yet; well not until September.  To be honest, I haven't even looked at any accommodation in Manchester yet.

    So overall in 2012, I have achieved a bit.  I could have a achieved a lot if it wasn't for mean driving examiners, horrible boys and generally an unhealthy lifestyle.  Therefore, as I'm half-way through my 2012 goals, I'm determined more than ever to achieve them all before December.  And by June, I might have even come up with 12 more goals for 2012, as a statement for half way through the year!

    BOOM! Lots of love xoxo

    Sunday, 29 January 2012


    Sorry for disappearing for literally 2 weeks.  But now I'm officially back!

    The past two weeks have consisted of: revision, junk food, alcohol, revision, more junk food and then more revision.  I haven't left the house much either, I was an official hermit.  A stressed hermit at the least. 

    I only had 3 exams: two Historys and one Psychology.  My German History went suprisingly well, I think. But my Russian History was tragic, as was my Psychology.

    I've spent the past week revising like mad for my Psychology.  This included a 13 hour revision session the day before in College.  Weirdly the revision session itself was fun; I had a McDonalds and we played Hide and Seek in the Sixth Form at 7PM.  Seriously, playing Hide and Seek in the Sixth Form, in the dark, was the most hilarious thing EVER! People hid under desks in Art and people hid in cupboards in Politics. Gosh, it was immense fun, especially when we realised the caretakers were coming up the stairs and they'd complain of our lack of revision.

    I'm just so glad the exam season is over now.  My weekend has consisted of Nando's, cycling and Work.

    On Saturday I did a 3 and a half hour shift, a 10 mile bike ride on my static bike and then went Nando's with some friends. 

    Today however consisted soley of a 7 hour shift.  In which I was verbally abused by around 30 customers.  At the Cinema where I work the seats are allocated to ensure everyone gets a seat.  However, today during Kids Club a family decided to sit in 4 seats which they weren't allocated.  As a result WW3 kicked-off.  A woman ever so rudely came out and screamed at me for the fact that she couldn't sit in her 'allocated seats'.  I decided to call my manager after a further 7 people complained that they couldn't sit in their seats.  As a result he paused the projection and then he informed me that I had to go into the screen of 250 people and demand that they move to the correct seat.  So not only did I receieve abuse for the fact that people couldn't sit in their seats but because the projection had been paused.  I don't understand how customers can be so rude, especially when they're in the wrong.  The tickets clearly state what seat they have to sit in, so why can't they simply do what they're instructed to do?  And how can they claim that they don't know where they have to sit when the ticket clearly states the seat number and the Usher has reminded them?  A man even demanded that I turn the lights on in the screen, and when I told him it wasn't possible for me to do so whilst not in the projection room he continued to argue with me.  He then claimed that people would "fall down the stairs at this rate", to which I reminded him that the stairs have blue light on them to prevent such thing happening.  So ultimately I've had a stressful day.  I really hate my job at times, but I'd moan more when if I had no real money of my own.

    So right now I've decided to tune into The Only Way Is Essex for the first time ever.  People constantly talk about how amazing it is, so I thought I better check it out for myself.  However, up to now I'm still dedicated to my beloved Made in Chelsea and it's hotties known as Hugo, Spencer and Francis.

    I'll have something more interesting for you next post.  But for now I just thought I'd update you on what a boring 2 weeks it's been!

    Thursday, 19 January 2012


    Sorry I have been M.I.A this past week.  I've been rather busy revising for my upcoming A-level exams.  My first exam was on Monday (German History) and I think it went fairly well.  My heart literally stopped as I turned over the page to see the exam questions, but luckily it returned to normal beating order when I saw that they actually weren't too bad.  The only question that stumped me a litttle was a question which was only supposed to have a 15 year time period, but it weirdly had a 30 year time period.  Hopefully I dealt with okay though.

    On Tuesday I had a haircut, *sighs*.  I regretting it now.  My hair which was down to my waist is now about 4 inches below my shoulder.  Which to me is beyond short!  My usual hairdresser is on maternity leave so I had to have another hairdresser cut it for me.  I literally told the hairdresser that I only wanted the 'dead ends' cutting off, meaning about 3 inches. But he got too scissor happy and chopped away.  Which annoyed me primarily because I know for certain I didn't really have many dead ends in the first place as I get a regular trim every other month.  Suprisingly I haven't cried, I'm just annoyed.  Hopefully it'll be the length I wanted it to be by March.  And in conlusion I won't be going to that hairdresser again. 

    Tomorrow I've got one of my friends 18th Birthday, so I've highly excited for that.  My entire year is going, so it should be a laugh.  I'll be seeing people I haven't seen since my Year 11 Prom back in 2010.  This is because many of them didn't stay at the Sixth Form located at my High School.  As a result of this, we've made new friends and clearly grown apart.  But there's nothing like a long time friend bring together old friends.  To get into the party spirit I've spent the last couple of hours searching Topshop for the perfect dress and I discovered this beauty:

    The dress cost me a whopping £46 which was justified by Mum saying that I can wear it on several occassions and the summer.  What I love about this dress is that it has a really flattering shape and it's very simple.  The material is really thick and it feels like amazing quality.  But for now that is all I can say until I've officially worn it out.

    Also this week I bought two uh-may-zing Jack Wills 'boyfit' shirts.  I've just had a quick Google of these shirts and I cannot find them online.  So I'll post a picture of them in a couple of days.  Jack Wills is honestly the most amazing quality clothing you could find on the High Street.  I honestly wouldn't even call it High Street, it's certainly a 'designer' brand in my opinion.

    But anyway, I need to get back to my History homework and my revision.  Roll on tomorrow and certainly next week!

    Tuesday, 10 January 2012


    Were you named after someone?I'm named Chloe because my parents liked the name. Plus the name was popular during that year, so I guess that influenced it a little.

    What colour hair have you got and how long is it?
    I have light brown hair and it's nearly at waist length.

    Eye colour?

    Do you wear glasses?
    Nope, I have a wonky cheek bone anyway so they probably wouldn't look right. You can't really tell that my cheek bone is wonky, unless I point it out to you...

    How tall are you?
    I'm 5ft 7.

    What is your nationality?
    I'm English or British.

    Where were you born?
    I was born in Cheshire, England.

    Where are you living now?
    I'm living in a small town in Cheshire; it's a nice house surrounded by trees. But hopefully in September I'll be moving to Manchester.

    What is your bestfriend called and how long have you known them?
    My bestfriend is called Katy and I've known her since I was born. Our parents are bestfriends and were in the same class at school and then by chance we so happened to be put in the same class. We've been properly bestfriends since we were in Year 7.

    What are you currently doing in your life?
    I've currently just finished sixth form after studying for my A-level. I took A2 levels in: History, Science and Psychology. I also did Biology at AS. Also I am currently working part-time, in a place that I can't name, but it's a place where it's impossible to avoid people. When I'm not working I'm either sleeping or partying with my friends. I'm also waiting on my A-Level results and any future developments. At this moment in time I have quite a few different social circles, so it's possible for me to have a lot going on in an average week.

    Favourite food?
    French Fancies. I always eat the whole box. And then go around to my friends and steal his box.

    Scary movies or happy endings?
    Happy endings all the way. Bridget Jones, I love you.

    Last film you watched?
    The last film I watched was The Amazing Spider-Man.

    When was the last time you cried?
    The last time I properly cried was in Portugal after several arguments over rubbish. So, probably about 3 weeks ago.

    Do you like your handwriting?
    My handwriting is fat. I'm not a big fan of it. But my teacher says that an advantage of having handwriting like mine is that when I'm in an exam it looks like I've written more than I have!

    What's your favourite meat?
    I don't eat meat much. But when I do it has to be Chicken breast.

    Do you have any kids?
    No. I'm 18 and I've got my entire life and career ahead of me. But I will have some someday, specifically four.

    If you were another person would you like to be friends with you?
    I like to think so. I'm funny and loyal and I stand up for my beliefs.

    Do you use sarcasm a lot?
    I should use it a bit more.

    Do you still have your tonsils?

    Would you take a bungee jump?
    I'm planning to do one during my Gap Year or when I travel Europe next summer.

    What is your favourite cereal?
    I don't like cereal. Nor do I ever have time for breakfast.

    Do you unite your shoes when you take them off?
    Not normally. It usually takes me 10 minutes every morning to find my shoes.

    Do you think you're strong?
    I'm not strong physically or emotionally. However I would say I'm mentally strong.

    What is your favourite ice cream?
    I love bubble gum flavoured ice cream. The only places I've ever found it though is on Southport Pier or in Red Hot Buffet.

    What is the first thing you notice about people?
    Teeth/smile, I'm obsessed with teeth. Then I would say laugh/sense of humour, intelligence and then clothes. I also take notice to accents too. And hair. Basically eveything, but firstly teeth.

    What's your favourite colour?

    What's your least favourite thing about yourself?
    I'm so disorganised. There was once a point in my life when I was the most organised person you could ever meet. What's wrong with me?

    Who do you miss the most?
    Keith, my old neighbour.

    What colour shoes did you wear today?
    I've been walking round bare foot all day so far, but I'm going to have to put on my black work shoes in a bit.

    What was the last thing you ate?
    The remainder of my Candy King from last night.

    What are you listening to right now?
    The sound of my neighbour cutting his grass.

    Favourite smell?
    A strawberry shower gel from the organics range at Boots. Nom.

    Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?
    My dad to ask him where he was and when he'd be home. I feel like I'm the parent in our relationship.

    Are you a Blackberry or Iphone kind-of-person?
    I'm a Blackberry kinda girl!

    Mountain hideaway or beach house?
    I lovely beach house somewhere hot.

    What is your favourite sport?
    Me and sports don't mix. However for about 4 weeks in year 7 I was part of the hockey team. Ha.

    What colour shirt did you wear today?
    Right now it's just a white shirt, but I'll be wearing a black polo later.

    What is your favourite shop?
    My favourite shop to buy clothes from is either my beloved Jack Wills or Topshop.

    Summer or winter?
    I love winter clothes, so I like winter. But I also like the fact that in Summer I'm off college for 6 weeks. So this is a thoughy.

    Favourite desert?
    Warm chocolate fudge cake with vanilla ice cream that you can get in my local pub.

    Computer or television?

    What book are you reading now?
    I've just started to read Before I Die this morning.

    Rolling Stones or Beatles?
    Neither to be honest. But to stick to my northern roots, the Beatles. But then again a guy I breifly dated was obsessed with them and he was complete tool. So I'd say The Rolling Stones.

    Sunday, 8 January 2012


    (I will be uploading photographs of my Birthday in the next couple of days.  I sadly had to use a friends camera as someone dropped my camera on the pavement outside.  Now the stupid thing won't work.)

    Having spent the past couple of days rushed off my feet; I have finally got time to blog about my life.  Friday consisted of having insane fun with my friends and then yesterday consisted of me having an extreme downer in work.

    For the first time in forever I had 'natural' hair on Friday for college.  I left it unstraightened and all hideously wavy.  I had quite a few comments on how nice and different it looked, but I generally feel people were just being nice.  The hole point of me leaving it wavy was because I planned on putting my hair in heated rolls when I got in from college.  This plan worked out and I sucessfully managed to leave them in for 3 hours prior to going out.  Literally 15 minutes before leaving the house I took the rollers out and my hair hadn't curled!  I then realised that because I hadn't curled my hair using the heated rollers for at least 6 months that my hair wouldn't curl using them in its current condition.  I've let my hair grow for the past 6 months, so my hair is currently below my waist and very heavy.  So the obvious conclusion was that my hair was too heavy to hold the curl which the rollers would have put in it.  Due to the fact that I had 15 minutes before I had to leave the house I started to panic.  It would be my luck that my hair wouldn't be how I wanted it for my party.  Luckily my Mum curled it for my using the straightners and the curl actually stayed it.  However this made me 15 minutes late for my own Birthday party.  But as I liked to say, "I wasn't late.  You were all early.."

    Frankie and Benny's have amazing food and the portions are big enough for me!  The waiters placed us on a long table along the front of the resturant and that meant that everyone could see us, and people kept asking the waiter to ask us what the pitchers were called that we were drinking; this started to get annoying after a while. I was so excited when I bought my first legal drink.  I casually strolled up the bar and asked for a Woo Woo cocktail, all prepared to be asked for ID. And then the woman didn't even ask for my ID!  I was secretly gutted, I knew that if that was any other day prior to my 18th I would've been asked for ID, ha.  I've decided to keep the receipt for that first drink and I'm going to place it in a little keep-sake box. We ate our food and had a couple of drinks before we finally left the resturant as it was closing.

    My mum and a friends mum picked me and 7 friends up and the rest got driven to my house by a friend who has already passed her driving test.  However I will never understand how she managed to pass her test.  She apparently stopped at a green light, drove in the wrong lane around a round-about and stalled 5 times.  Not to mention it took her 40 minutes to get to my house, when the journey normally averages at around 5 minutes. Rant over.

    At my house my Dad had bought a tonne of alcohol and we had a party.  I can't fully remember what actually happened, but there's a lot of cool photographs on my friends camera. Nor do I remember falling asleep or people leaving.  All I know is that when I woke-up I wasn't hungover.  But I did have a stiff shoulder and a dodgy neck.

    I had work yesterday (Saturday) and I was rushed off my feet.  I finally got to serve customers tickets to The Girl with a Dragon Tattoo and I even got to serve alcohol!  But TGWADT was sold out and as I result I ran around behind the kiosk like a headless chicken, or at least how I would imagine a chicken without a head to run.  A funny story is that my manager turned the air-con on thinking that it would blow out hot air, but weirdly it blew out hot air.  So we were stood there all night wondering why we were all so freakin' hot.  And the obvious answer would be that the air-con was blowing out hot air.  I do really hate my job.

    Today, I prepared for my driving test (which I hope I don't fail).  My driving instructor doesn't think I'm ready for my test, but I think I am, so I'm going to take it soon.  I also watched The Inbetweeners Movie with my family.  I do not recommend you do this with a 12 year-old boy in the room or your parents.  It just creates an awkward silence and the response of, "Now that's why I'm not letting you go on holiday in the Summer."

    I've just realised that I have my first exam in exactly a weeks time tomorrow.  And as I've previously stated I haven't started revising.  This can only mean a tragedy is in the near distance. So, I better get my bum in gear and start revising, German History 1871-1925 here I come!


    P.s. My Kindle rocks.

    Thursday, 5 January 2012


    Today was such a great day! Not only did I have the most wonderful Birthday, I also got to spend the day with friends and family.  My friends and family mean the world to me.  My beloved family even put my Birthday in the local newspaper, including a shameful picture of me from when I was 6!  But I still love 'em.

    My bestfriend, Katy, sent my card in the post.  The card had come straight from, and it was literally the most thoughtful card I have ever received.  The card was covered in pictures from over the past couple of years.  There were pictures of me and her, and pictures of us with mutual friends.  When I opened up the card the opening page had a beautiful verse in it about when we first met and how it's so strange that 13 years later we're still the bestest of friends.  Having just opened the present from my parents I was pretty emotional as it was,  but then reading this card caused me to burst into tears.  I guess I'm a little emotional?

    I just thought I'd show you a couple of pictures of some of the things I received.  My parents got me my first ever Tiffany&co bracelet! Eeep!  I put it on my wrist as soon as I opened the box.  I was unaware of what I was getting for my Birthday this year as I told my parents to, "suprise me." Well they certainly didn't disappoint!  I love my new bracelet so much.  My maternal Auntie got me a Shamballa bracelet, which was also a complete suprise.  I had seen Ollie Locke and Chloe Green wearing Shamballa bracelets on Made In Chelsea a couple of months ago (at the time though I wasn't sure of what they were called).  However after a bit of research I discovered the name and a love for these beautiful bracelets!

    My Nan is aware of how much I love to read books, particularly romance novels.  So in the form of an amazingly thoughful gift she bought me a Kindle.  Which I've now become obsessed with.  I find the screen so trippy, it's literally like reading a piece of paper, but it's electric.  Mind. Equals. Blown.  My little brother also bought me a purple leather case to protect it, which I thought was cute of him.

    I received other gifts such as: make-up, shower sets and boots.  But I mainly received money, which I'm happy with.  My friends have asked me what I would like or if there was something I wanted in particular, but I've constantly found myself saying that I would like money if they were to get me anything.  I always find it pretty awkward when people ask you what you would like for your Birthday, I feel that by suggesting something I'm being really cheeky.

    After a lovely day in college, including playing the game where someone sticks a persons name on your head and you have to guess who you are, I went for a meal with my family.  We went to a local resturant and as soon as we arrived we bumped into some of my neighbours.  One of these neighbours was the extremely gorgeous, 21-year-old that I've had a crush on since I was about 14.  Cringe.  His father realised it was my 18th Birthday and they bought me a couple of drinks- my first legal alcohol drinks! I then spoke to them for a short period of time before embarressing myself whilst hugging them.  My brain literally went into overdrive and I don't think I took a breath for the entire conversation.  I then hugged everyone (again!) and thanked them before walking swiftly away.  I didn't half make a show of myself.

    I was really suprised that as soon as I turned 18, I wasn't asked for ID whilst getting alcohol.  But knowing my luck if I had attempted it yesterday they would have asked for ID.  The only thing I kind of regret about today is that I didn't buy my own first legal drink.  That'll have to take place tomorrow!

    However it was the most wonderful 18th Birthday and I wouldn't change it for the world.

    I'm so excited for tomorrow!


    Wednesday, 4 January 2012


    Today is the eve of my 18th Birthday.  As lame as it may be, I believe that you should drag out the celebrations for as long as you possibly can.  Today was the last day of the week in which my bestfriend, Katy, is in.  Tomorrow she starts her new placement at a Primary School in the local town.  That means that she won't be in College tomorrow to help me celebrate my Birthday (sobs!).  During one of our free lessons she gave me a present from herself and a card from her whole family.  It makes you feel so loved when a friends family write you a Birthday card, it's a sign that they kind of accept you into their family.  She informed me that my Birthday card from her will be arriving in the post tomorrow! Woop!

    After College I went shopping and found two dresses for the next couple of days.  One was in the sale at River Island for £15 and the other is shown below:

    The dress above was a little discovery of mine in Miss Selfridge.  The dress is leopard print, something that I don't usually ever go for.  I've always thought it was a bit Bet Lynch for my liking.  The picture above doesn't do the dress justice and the picture seems to make the dress look a lot more darker than it really is.  However after trying on nearly every dress in Outfit, River Island and New Look I decided it was my best option.  The dress is so flattering that it's unreal, my waist appears to look extremely slender, as do my arms. I have found that 'skater dresses' are really comfortable and girly. Also think that they're really easy to dress-up or dress-down. I bought a red one around 4 months ago now and I loved it so much that I decided it was for the best if I put it towards the back of my wardrobe for a while. The Miss Selfridge dress was £24, making it £2 cheaper than a dress I bought from Topshop a couple of weeks ago, but returned.  The Topshop one is shown below:

    I wasn't a big fan of this dress as I didn't feel it would go particularly well with anything else I have in my wardrobe.  I suppose it could've been paired with a chunky knitted cardigan or a jacket, but I decided against it.  Also having debated about it for about 3 days, I concluded that it wasn't worth the £26 I had paid for it.  The dress literally looked like it could have been half the price and from somewhere like Primark.  Which isn't good for somewhere like Topshop,  I found that to be very disappointing

    Today's continued to be one of those horridly, stressy days.  I had to go on a search to find my History teacher and I located her in the least expected place.  When I asked her what the homework essays plans were she had forgotten.  So much for her being organised, huh?  So I spent an hour or so catching up with missed homework.  And I'm pleased to announce that I'm now homework free. But now is the tricky part, I have to actually start revising.

    One of my close friends had a near accident in College today.  He was nearly kicked-out of the College altogether, due to the fact that he skipped the last couple of days of term to go Berlin. And he hadn't finished his ICT coursework.  Luckily the Head of Sixthform didn't chuck him out and he's lived to tell the tale.  College wouldn't be the same if he was gone; there would be no more banter between him and a mutual friend.

    It's safe to say that I'm extremly excited for tomorrow and Friday... ROLL ON MY 18TH!

    Tuesday, 3 January 2012


    One of my New Years resolutions was to not complain about History or my teacher; I'm afraid that I have already broken that one.  Not only did she give me 15 essay plans to do over Christmas, she gave me: one 5-page essay to write, a reading booklet about the 3-Day Week, 8 'activities' AND asked me to read the below book.

    So after painstakingly reading the first two sections of the book and taking notes, I was literally pulling my hair out.  By this point it was 3PM and I still had the above list of pointless tasks to do.  I guess tomorrow I'll have to slowly walk to History and then apologise to her about my lack of work over Christmas.  Hopefully no-one else has achieved much this Christmas.

    My plan for today was to wake-up at 10AM, in order to fall asleep at a reasonable time tonight.  But as always in typical Chloe fashion I slept in until 12PM.

    So basically I'm sat here now, wanting to curl up in a ball and hide for the month of January.  Not only have I got my first exam in 13 days, I haven't even started revising.  Nor have I even finished any homework.  The chances of me getting to Lancaster at this rate are pretty low. And to top it off my Mum informed me that if I don't pass these January exams, I'll be working at the dreaded Cinema for another 3-years. Gah.

    I'm going to have a sip of my Ribena, brush my teeth and head for bed.  I've got an early start tomorrow. 7AM, why must you come?

    Monday, 2 January 2012


    Frankie and Benny's is where my soiree will be taking place on Friday. EEP!

    Last night I enjoyed a late night chat with one of my bestest friends.  Due to my new found inability to sleep, due to the Christmas holidays, I found myself wide awake at 3AM. Again. We both got onto the topic of my 18th Birthday and what I would like to do. And then that's where all the party planning began.

    However for the past 2 months friends have been asking me constantly what I am going to do.  College friends have asked me what I'm going to do and then quickly reminded me that if I don't do anything I'll regret it when I'm old and wrinkly.  I've been told numerous times to, "Enjoy being young, you'll be old and grey before you know it." The latest actually came yesterday whilst I was in work.  A work collegue asked me whether or not I would like to go out with everyone from work, and I just couldn't resist the idea! We spoke briefly about going out together about 3 weeks ago.  During a works Christmas get-together we went to the local Wetherspoons where I experienced the cocktails titled: Woo Woo and Black Magic for the very first time.  They were delish and as a result of my Thursday night binge I suffered for my mischief the very next day at 7AM when I had to wake-up for College.  To sum up the night I had a really good laugh and as I result I want to do it again, once I'm legal.   

    I've always been a fairly quite girl who had a phobia of throwing a party and no one turning up.  Even though I know deep down people would obviously turn up, it has still prevented me throwing a big Birthday bash (that is why I'm not having a hall party with my entire year group, instead I've settled for 14 close pals). But now that my 18th is in less than a weeks time I've finally gained enough courage to host a small get-together with my friends. 

    As I wrote previously I was discussing my plans with a close friend last night.  We decided upon the idea of going to Nando's for a meal and then back to my house for a party.  However when I called Nando's today I experienced some rather rude customer service.The woman on the phone rudely told me that I couldn't book a table for Friday night and then hung-up, even though I had told her that there would be 14 people coming.  So from that ignorant phone call I decided to take my business elsewhere... FRANKIE AND BENNY'S IT IS! The woman on the phone there was extemely polite and actually had great customer service skills.  When I informed her it would be for my 18th Birthday she got all excited and suggested that they could put balloons on the table for me.  Now that's what I call customer service.

    So with 1 more day before I'm back in College and 2 more days before my official Birthday, I've got a million-and-one things to do.  Not only do I have to find a great dress for Friday night (squeal!), I need to do a History essay (boo!) and starts some revision (even bigger boo!).

    Roll on my Birthday! Woop!

    P.s. I'm loving blogging.

    Sunday, 1 January 2012


    I brought in the new spectacular year with my lovely friends and family.  For the past 5 or 6 years I have been going round to my nextdoor neighbour's house; where we have brought in the New Year with friendly chatter and banter about the past year. We let fireworks off at midnight and one is demonstrated above.  I stayed out until just after 3AM and then I realised I'd never be up for work that afternoon.  However when I finally did get in one of my bestfriends text me to tell me about her antics and some mutual friends.  I kind of wish I had gone to my friends party, but my dad did the, "This time next year you'll be out with your friends." speech making me feel bad.  He then followed it up with, "This will probably be our last New Years Eve together..." So I ultimately ended up staying with my parents and going nextdoor.  But he is right, next year I will be out with my friends...

    I finally managed to haul myself out of bed at 1.30PM. Gosh I am so lazy, I probably would have continued to sleep if it was for the fact I had work.  I entered work thinking, 'I hate work. I hate work. I hate work.' and I left work still thinking the same.  Working in a cinema is a lot more hassle than you would think.  As I'm not yet 18, I'm unable to sell tickets to The Girl with a Dragon Tattoo. So I received a tonne of abuse from customers claiming that I shouldn't have been employed if I cannot sell tickets.  I then got shouted at by the manager for not mopping the floor to his standard last week. Ah, I really do hate work.  So I came home thinking I could recover from the horrid experience with some chocolate.  But then I realised that my number 1 resolution was to stopping eating chocolate. Oh my.

    But on a brighter note, I'm still smiling.  And I've just tucked into some Pringles, whilst watching the Alan Carr New Years Specstacular from last night. 

    Tomorrow, will be quite an interesting day.  Stay tuned...