I can't think of a title.

Hello,

I just wanted to say Hello, and leave a very short entry to make up for the previous ma-hooos-ive essay.

So this week......

Firstly, I have kept to my detox. Haven't even slipped once. I know, can't quite believe it myself. And I feel fan-bloomin-tastic.

Secondly, I have literally fallen in love with Cornwall. Every evening this week I have driven home besides breathtaking views and sunsets.

Thirdly, for those of you who know me well, you may find this amusing. I do! If you don't know me, then skip to 'Fourthly...'. A young man has started to work at my school. In my department (music). He's tall. Mousy blonde. Very polite and extremely eloquent. Looks exactly like someone I used to know. Bit of a Raa. Can't decide to whether to be a music teacher or a priest...

(If you didn't skip to 'Fourthly', and in case you think I'm being disrespectful, I am not).

Fourthly, I love my job.

Fifthly, don't feelings have funny ways of doing what they want without you knowing, then suddenly appearing from nowhere. Completely inconsiderate. Perhaps I don't particularly want to feel that emotion, eh?!

Sixthly, my mum is the most amazing person in the world.

Seventhly, I am now re-reading New Moon. Need I say more...

There, all lovey dovey reflective stuff done. Sarcastic Mil will return next time.

Mil x

How to steal a million...

Dear readers,


Warning... this entry will be LONG!


As I'm not writing everyday I have decided to change 'Word of the Day' to 'Word of this Entry', which this time is.... nothing because I'm nice and comfy in bed and can't be bothered to get my Thesaurus. Someone please remind me to buy a dictionary (or if you're really lovely, buy me one). However I do have a quote of the day....


"Mil, how much does a helicopter cost." 
"I don't know, about 300 grand, why?"
"I'm going to buy one."
"What?!?!?!"


Apologies for not writing in an age, it's a rubbish excuse but I really have been  busy. To those of you who have moaned (one person in particular) I have honestly been practically rushed off my UGG enveloped feet. Yes that's right, the UGGs arrived and I love (just worked out I could use Bold) them. Toasty toes and cushioned feet for me, I am now fully prepared for this diabolical weather, Seal Sanctuaries and all. (Although it may not be a good idea to wear the UGGs in rain but no matter).


Seeing as it's been a while, I shall give you a general overview of my most recent events...


On Sunday myself and Squidge went to Papa (dad) and Shell's (step-mum) house. Ate lots, went for a walk, watched a movie, the usual. The movie was 'How to Steal a Million' with Audrey Hepburn and Peter O'Toole (hot). I love old movies, so classic and timeless. That's when celebrities were proper celebrities and glamour was elegant and proper glamour. Not flashing your tits one day and hitting the Z-list the next. A friend of mine has never seen a film starring Audrey Hepburn! Unbelievable, she is an absolute icon. My favourite moment of the day had to be when Papa and Shell found out the Squidge smokes. To which Shell said, "Oh you smoke, well why aren't you skinny?!" Shame!!! Luckily Squidge was amused. Nearly peed.

Uni was as interesting as ever. My boredom started with doodling, pathetic really seeing as Papa is an artist, I can't even draw a decent heart - one side is always lopsided (fail). Then I drifted off in to the land of dreams. I was blissfully daydreaming about a range of things totally unrelated to the lecture when Ron Weasley popped in, much to my delight. I love him, and may I just say in the latest film he got BUFF. Totally fit. Ooh, I also passed an assignment/essay/thing, quite well too (much to my surprise as I was convinced it was pure tat) so my boredom was lifted.

I have recently discovered the bass and treble buttons on my car CD player. Now, each morning I drive to school/uni enjoying my own little disco (who still says disco?!) party in my Ka, singing my little heart out and dancing as much as possible when driving. Completely oblivious as usual, I didn't realise that everyone I drive past thinks I'm an absolute lune. Perhaps it's because I drive along and rock up to whichever destination with Pendulum blasting whilst whipping my hair back and forth (not literally, I DO keep my eyes on the road!). But really, at risk of sounding like a boy racer, what is it about loud music and a great bass line that makes you jump around (again, not literally) in your car singing at the top of your voice and having a grand old time?? I would just like to stipulate that I am a very safe driver (passed my test with only two minors, although admittedly I'm not sure how as I went drastically over, not round, a roundabout but whatever, matey didn't notice) so there is no need to worry about being a passenger at all. :D


I attended a Zumba class this week. This consisted of a packed out gym with excitable women and the most beautiful male specimen shaking his Latino lovelies right in front of my eyes (often a bit too in front for comfort) and shouting "Come on ladies, let me see those hips shake!" Well, mine do more than shake mate, the word wobble uncontrollably would be more appropriate. He's gay of course :( why would such a beautiful man who can dance be straight? It's not fair. My lovely friend Miss-Clinton is starting up a Zumba class, she will be amazing at it, and it made me think of her. Daydreaming as I often do, I was then swiftly brought back to the room by a gyrating lower half and a scarily fast shimmying top half. Twas much fun indeed.


This weekend I spent in Manchester. A friend organised a mini reunion of his previous birthday night out and I had a blast!! Seeing as I'm now the size of a semi-detached I felt like issuing a warning so they wouldn't be too shocked when they saw me. "Due to a shed load of cake and potato I'm afraid Skinny Millie has left the building. Please do not be alarmed, she will not eat you and will be back to normal soon." Speaking of which, today was the start of a detox and extreme fitness program I'm doing at my gym. I shall tell you how it goes, probably need a cake tomorrow. NO MIL!!! Where on earth is my willpower?? I will do this detox!! So I travelled seven hours each way, which isn't as horrific as it sounds because I re-read Twilight, completely engrossed from cover to cover, totally lost in the world of Edward Cullen, consumed in the romance and adventure - obviously I was Bella. Isn't it wonderful where a book can take you. And when you re-read one, much like when you watch a film you've already seen, you pick up the little bits that you didn't before. I love that. So yes, my night out in Manchester was immense. From tequila and Vogue to chicken and breasts, I had a wonderfully intoxicated and hilarious night. Even got a keyring (rip off) to reminisce whenever I like. My hangover however, was delayed and decided to present itself as soon as I sat down on the train home. Don't you just hate that? You feel fresh as a daisy the morning after a good night out (probably still a little inebriated) thinking you've escaped a hangover and then BANG! It doesn't even creep up on you, it just appears abruptly later on (although, can't complain - totally self inflicted). There was only one thing that could save me. Actually, two - Edward Cullen and Ribena.


Soooo, what else happened? Oh, I found my song to cheer me up whatever the weather. 'Hold Yuh' by Gyptian! A song that can immediately lift you from a bad mood. Much like the car dance, I went crazy in my room. The kind of dancing you would never do in public, or in fact anywhere but the confinements of your own bedroom - the only audience being any stuffed toys and possibly the cat (even he looked at me weirdly). Don't pretend we don't all enjoy a bit of crazy dancing every once in a while. Sometimes, the hairbrush comes in too and suddenly I'm Beyonce on tour, shaking my tail feather to the Single Ladies routine and singing at the top of my lungs, pretending there's an audience - my fans. HA! It's good to let go sometimes :).


Also, went to the cinema this week to see 'The King's Speech' - an absolutely amazing film, you have to see it! Ended up arriving there late due to THE most annoyingly and unnecessarily slow driver who was in front of us - the - entire - way! This resulted in walking in to a packed screening and scrambling to find four seats together. The only option was the back row, right at the back. Now, this is supposedly where everyone cops off right? So the first time I ever sit on the back row is with three friends - none of whom I am romantically involved with whatsoever. Typical. Brilliant company though and the film really is amazing.


Oh my goodness I nearly forgot. Last but not least - I had the most amazing dream. The kind that you wake up from, actually remember, and wish you were still in. I dreamt I was married to the most gorgeous rugby player who could cook!!!!! Honestly!!! Best dream of my life! But, alas, it was only a blooming dream. I went to bed the next night hoping to pick up where I left off (wink) but of course it didn't happen. Boo. Maybe I'll try again tonight.....


I seem to have written rather a lot, but I suppose it's a weeks worth. I really should be preparing for tomorrow. I'm teaching part of a lesson to my peers whilst they are invited to give their opinion and evaluate me. Oh, dear. Never mind, if it all goes pear shaped - which it probably will - I can do it again. I think. So yes, best get planning. 


I hope you enjoy this one.


Mil x

I'll tickle your feet if you tickle mine...?

Hello Hello,

As I didn’t write yesterday, this will be about yesterday and today.

Word(s) of the day – Abominate: detest, loathe hate. Abound: plentiful, teem, overflow.

So, yesterday and today have been gloriously funny. I shall start with yesterday. During school, a multitude of pupils swore. However, although I disciplined them, sometimes the things they said (especially the context) and the accompanying cheeky grins were just too hilariously funny. One of my downfalls is not being able to keep a straight face, a useful skill for teachers. But no, I couldn’t help laughing in several instances - which sometimes unfortunately encourages them. Some children are just far too funny. Then in the Samba band rehearsal, a pupil was hitting his cowbell so blooming hard that chips of his beater were flicking off here there and everywhere!! How he didn't notice I don't know. I was standing right next to him and thought he was going to whack me in the eye!! Enthusiasm is brilliant, but a line must be drawn when a cowbell becomes dangerous. Later on the pupils were writing lyrics, one in particular about a teddy bear (it was a young class). It started off... I have a lovely teddy, his name is Bob, he's fluffy and he's cuddly, and he's got a big... "Miss what rhymes with Bob?". "Um..........!?" Struggled with that straight face, let me tell you.

Why on earth is post exciting? When I got home I had a letter. I’m not sure why I find post exciting, but I do. Shouldn’t though because it’s always a total let down like a bill or an appointment reminder. I’m not even sure who I want it to be from, but I suppose a letter would be nice (hint). However, this letter was about contraception and all the different methods currently available to me. Well, I don’t bleddy need that do I?? Single to the end apparently. Sheesh.

Spent the evening with Miss-Martini, Miss-Horlicks and Miss-Lolly-Belle (previously I-Love-Collins)  where it became apparent that both myself and Miss-Horlicks like our feet being tickled. Now, I do not mean this in a sexual way or anything like that, it's the same thing as liking your hair being played with. No? Miss-Horlicks suggested that she would tickle mine if I tickled hers. I declined. The evening was filled with Chinese food (goodbye forever beautiful body) and lots of chat and giggles. Much like tonight actually when we went to Wetherspoons for a meal, in honour of Miss-Lolly-Belle going back to uni (boo, I shall miss her). Squidge and Trees-Are-Green came too. Miss-Martini is literally the funniest person I have ever met and our table was laughing constantly. From innuendos with the waiter and whipped cream to spit-roast (you need no more detail than that) and general comedic comments and stories. There really is nothing better than having your family and friends altogether having giggles abound. Or in our case, crying with laughter.

Before Spoons, I went for a walk with a gorgeous man along part of the coast called Lundy Bay. No, I'm not lying. And he even bought strawberries which we ate overlooking a beautiful view of the sea and sunset. It wasn't all beautiful though. I have rosy cheeks anyway, but when I'm walking for about 3 hours and the cold sea wind is hitting my face they go even redder. NOT ATTRACTIVE. Plus, the fact that is was mostly uphill on the way there and horrendously windy at points made me look like a wild beast. A red-faced and out of breath girl stumbling along a rocky path does not make for good pursuing! I would say FML but I abominate that term. Anyway the views were absolutely beautiful and the day was just lovely.

So when I had pie chips and gravy at Spoons this evening I didn't feel that bad because I'd been walking all day and had been to the gym that morning. Ooh also took my car in and he fixed the noise for free. Quite proud of myself because I pointed out a bit of plastic that I believed to be the culprit and the garage man said I was right. I like him now. 

I seem to have written about today in reverse. Never mind, it's all in there. I should write down everything I want to put on here as soon as I think of it. Otherwise I forget and then there's some good material lost.

I'm off to bed.

Mil x

Can't even cook pasta, there's no hope.

Ola,

Word of the day: Abjure - give up, renounce, relinquish...

This won't be funny to anyone but me, like one of those had to be there moments when you're practically peeing yourself laughing trying to tell a funny story and the listeners could not be more straight faced whilst thinking you're a tit. I hope you're all thinking about one of those moments now, which in turn makes you giggle. Squidge (sister) and I attempted to make dinner for ourselves and the rentals. It was Squidge's idea to boil a whole bag of pasta in the world's smallest pan. This overflowed, evidently, but instead of getting a bigger pan we thought that getting another small one and splitting the load would help. But no, there literally was just too much pasta. By the time it actually clicked that we owned a massive pasta pot, the pasta that had previously overflowed somehow caught alight. Who knew pasta could catch fire?? There's a running joke about Squidge that if you can't smell burning in our house, she must be making salad. So we frantically tried to fan the smoke out of the window before the burning smell wafted through the house annoyed the rents. We decided not to abjure and persist onwards, even though the other ingredients for our meal were now also a little charred. Trees-Are-Green made one of those, mmmmmm lovely faces, when really we knew it tasted like arse. Ach well, should maybe marry a chef.

Later on I dyed Squidge's hair white white blonde. I used to have hair that colour, it was beautiful. Now, in the interest of my hair not falling out, I'm growing it out. Don't worry, I don't have dark roots and white blonde hair (hate that). I dyed it all brown, and although that has now faded it kind of sort of looks alright. I say alright, I mean borderline average. I miss the blonde, but as I've been dying my hair since the age of thirteen, I think it needs a break. She just came out the shower. It's not white blonde. Rather yellow. My bad. Technically not my fault however, I was merely the applicator. :-S

Oh, first day at the new school went really well. Lovely people, great music department. I think I shall enjoy it :) And the drive there is alongside the most stunning views. Nearly stopped at the side of the road to have a proper look, but was scared of people thinking I was a weirdo. Which, although true, I did not wish to encourage. Maybe I will tomorrow. Cornwall really is beautiful. ♥

Currently watching Julie and Julia. Fabulous movie. Also, alongside The Cake Chomper, gave me the idea to start blogging. Meryl Streep is one of my all time flavourite actresses. Especially amazing in this. I recommend giving it a watch.

So, at the age of 22, I cannot cook pasta. But I laughed a whole lot through the process of discovering that fact. Probably shouldn't dye people's hair either. Remember that, especially if I either a) offer to cook for you, or b) offer to dye your hair.

Adiós,

Mil x

I want to be Bella Swan.

Evening all,

Word of the day - Abhorrent: loathsome, hated, repellent, the opposite of delightful and admirable. You get the picture.

Today I made the both wonderful and stupid decision to watch Eclipse. For those of you who don't know, and if you don't - where have you been?!?!, it is the third movie of the EPIC Twilight Saga. Wonderful because I loved every minute of it. Stupid because when it ended, I realised that as much as I wanted to, I will never be Bella Swan. I will never have two absolutely gorgeously beautiful men literally fighting for me. Oh well, life does indeed go on. Unfortunately, just without the adventure and romance of Vampires and Wearwolves. What am I saying?

But what is it about those movies? Miss-I-Love-Collins and myself were hooked at Edward and Jacob's every word and movement. Oh Hollywood, you do create beautiful people. And write wonderful scripts that are exactly what we want to see and hear. Boo.

The first day back went well, although I didn't really do anything. But it was good to see my fellow trainees. They make me laugh a lot. And laughing is my favourite, I do it often. So often you'd think I'd have a toned stomach. But no, just early crows feet. Tomorrow will be the test. New placement school. Seeing as I adored my last school, I'm apprehensive. Although, I'm sure they won't find me abhorrent. Hopefully. Well, you shall hear all about it tomorrow.

Have you ever heard a sound and then when you asked someone else to listen, they couldn't hear it and thought you were crazy? Well, that happened to me today. My car has made an unusual noise for quite some time. This is why we took it to the garage. The garage man said it was fixed, but it still made the noise and therefore was clearly not fixed. As a result, I returned to the garage and took him for a drive so he could hear it. Of course, it didn't make the sound for ages resulting in an awkward silence that felt like hours, typical! When he finally did, he said... "Oh, that's not the noise I was listening to, I fixed something else." Something else?? Something else!!!! No no Mr. Garage Man, you will not rip me off, you will listen to your customer, do your job properly, and fix this Now!! However, now was not available so it's in for Saturday morning.

Also, may have bought another pair of boots. Oops. Well at least I know have suitable winter shoes :) That's about it for today. Nothing exciting.

Until tomorrow,

Mil x

Tip of the day - don't wear plimsolls to a Seal Sanctuary.

Good evening all,

Word of the day (although it's from a thesaurus not a dictionary as I couldn't find/didn't buy one) -

Aberrant: the opposite of normal/typical.

Today I realised I have no suitable shoes for the winter weather. At all. Not even a welly. This became a problem when I went to the Seal Sanctuary in Gleek. Yep, a sanctuary for seals, in a place called Gleek (near Helston, just in case you wished to know). It was already freezing and I couldn't feel my toes, but the main problem occurred when it started to rain. The rain decided to collect every single fallen leaf and mix it all with mud, then aim towards my plimsolls. My white plimsolls. I already felt aberrant (possibly not the right place for this word but whatevs) as Trees-Are-Green had had a go at me for my shoe choice (not that I had any other option!!!) resulting in me nearly not going. But hey ho, I went, and every single person I passed looked at my feet and gave the look of... "Why is she wearing plimsolls? Silly girl." or "Ooh, you shouldn't be wearing plimsolls at a place like this in this weather." Really? Really???? You think I don't know that?? If I had better shoes don't you think I would be wearing them???? Bloody hell I might as well have been wearing stilettos!

Then, I went to collect my car which was at the garage for the second time in the three months since I've bought it. They story goes... I bought a car, the buggers lied about it and it has since had many a problem costing me many a pound. The mechanic also felt it necessary to tell me that it needs two new tires, new tracking and a whole lot more that I can't remember as I was simultaneously planning how I would be able to afford all this. Perhaps rob a bank, sell my body etc etc. To top it off, £180 later, when I took the car for a drive, the thing that had made us take it to the garage in the first place still bloody happened! The main reason I hate cars and garages etc is because I don't understand them, therefore I can't tell when something is actually wrong and what is should cost.

Rant over. So today I walked around with wet and mud-covered plimsolls for ages whilst looking at different kinds of seals, decided I need to marry a mechanic and then ordered a pair of Uggs. Well, I accidentally ordered two pairs and then frantically sent an email to the Ugg people saying that I only wanted one pair. Apparently it happens all the time... then surely there is a problem with your site???

I seem to remember that I told you today would be the start of my journey to having the body of a goddess. Well, seeing as yesterday I failed to eat all of the selection box chocolate, today I completed that task. Along with a magnum mini and some biscuits. Having felt guilty for all of 10 seconds, I then realised that I am meant to be curvy. If people like me in the world did not exist, then the word 'curvaceous', which if I'm honest is a darn good word, would also not exist. Therefore, in the interest of mankind, I shall be eating as many biscuits and magnum minis as I like. Until my jeans don't fit, then that's a problem. But until that day, goodbye diet!

Anyway, today was not my day. But put in perspective of others less fortunate than myself, I really shouldn't moan. Tomorrow I'm back to uni, oh the joy. So tonight I'm doing all the work I should have already done. Again, oh the joy. But I best get started.

Mil x

The day I attempted to eat an entire chocolate selection box.

Hello,

Firstly, a certain person took my 'Cornwall (end of the earth)' comment as a criticism of this wonderful County. It was not. I merely meant I am a very far way down in terms of Great Britain. I love Cornwall. So there. :) And shush.

As you can tell from the title, today has been constructive. Not only did I wake up at 1pm, very unlike me, I have also done absolutely nothing, which makes me feel guilty. I'm very aware that there is a mountain of work that I should be doing before I go back to uni on Weds, but that has been conveniently pushed to the back of my mind. Instead, it was obviously more appealing to eat five bars of chocolate. However, I failed. More of a savoury person me thinks. The point was to be rid of all unhealthiness (is that a word?) so that tomorrow can be the start of my journey to a beautiful body. Probably won't happen, one can hope though eh?

Don't worry, I did more than stuff my face. My friend Miss-I-Love-Collins and I took her dogs for a walk at Lanhydrock, a beautiful National Trust house and grounds/gardens. I feel like I should be wanting to take part in much more exciting activities, but the truth is, at 22, I'd prefer a walk any day. As usual we chatted about love, life, and laughed a lot, but the highlight was the contraption she used to pick up and throw the ball for the dogs. A piece of design genius requiring minimal effort and no bending down, I was quite impressed. It seems there is a world of technology for pets out there. I want a dog. We then washed her car, amused by the person before us who's wing-mirror fell off (death by pressure washer), went back to hers, watched a movie and ate curry. So yes, maybe it was a day of eating. Her mum, one of the most hilarious people I have ever met, introduced me to Martinis made of pure alcohol (she was pissed from two sips, that's how strong!) and shall therefore be named Miss-Martini.

This morning, I discovered that last night I committed a household crime. We have very recently had a gorgeous new wooden floor put in. The kind of home addition that my parents feel the need to be very protective about. And I scratched it with my suitcase when I came home last night. Well, might as well have shot someone. Seriously, I didn't do it deliberately!!! But yes, I did a bad. Doesn't help that it's a massive scratch and in a totally obvious place. Trees-Are-Green (mother) was most unimpressed. Boo.  Made me feel bad so had a bit of play-the-piano therapy, the best kind. Told Miss-Martini (Trees-Are-Green's good friend) to which she replied, post sharp intake of breath... "Ooh you in big trouble!!". So there we are.

It occurred to me today that I should know more words. Especially in my lectures, where I don't have a clue most of the time. So, I'm going to go through the dictionary word by word, and use the ones I don't know in a sentence, one per day. However... somehow... I have misplaced my dictionary, which means I shall have to search for it/buy a new one and start tomorrow. Never mind, the intention is there. It also occurred to me that I have been single for a whole one year and four months. Yup. That's right. Me, single, FOREVER!!! Where are the eligible men?

Well, we shall see what 2011 brings. You best be good 2011!!!

Enough from me,

Mil x

First Entry Ever

Good evening all,

First of all, Happy New Year. I do hope you had a wonderful evening and paid for it like I did the next day. Secondly, this is my New Years resolution - to start a blog. It's all down to my friend The Cake Chomper, who writes a superbly hilarious blog which cheers me up on a regular basis. So I have been inspired to write, the benefits of which I am not sure yet. Perhaps I shall use it as a therapy. Perhaps not. Who knows, you may even find it amusing?  I'm sure my life is pretty boring, but I shall let you be the judge.

A little bit about me...
I'm 22, currently living in Cornwall (end of the earth) and doing a Music PGCE. When ever anyone asks me where I'm from, I never know what to say. You see, I was born in Brighton, moved to Liverpool for a year when I was ten, then moved to Cornwall. At 18, trekked up to Carlisle to study Musical Theatre and Dance at the Cumbria Institute of the Arts. After that moved to London for a year and am now residing back in the land of farms, good cider and surfing. Speaking of which, my second resolution is to learn to surf. Whenever people find out I grew up in Cornwall, the first question is always without a doubt "Ooh do you surf?", to which I reply no, resulting in a faint look of disappointment or surprise. Apparently I should, so now I am. Well, let's see how the first lesson goes.

You may be wondering why I have chosen the name 'Seeking Rugby Player Who Can Cook'. Well, that would be my ideal man. And it is also a little running joke, so why not?

That's just a little bit about me. Undoubtedly you shall find out more as I carry on,

But for now,

Goodnight x