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