I love Halloween and I love Trick or Treating. I actually wish I was doing it this year but unfortunately I’m on the alcohol rather than the monkey nuts! Anyway, when I was little we always used to go Trick or Treating and I have many fond memories of it, here are the people you meet and the thoughts that were constantly running through my 8-year-old mind on Halloween…
So after lots of things were said and done, life is still going on around you and everything is fine, until of course you hit the wall.
After weeks of him being hidden from all your social media accounts you decide to do what any average heartbroken girl does… creep. 99% of the time of course this ends in nothing but heart failure and a trip to the kitchen to see what you have to ease the pain of what you found, which was of course another girl lurking on his profile somewhere in the photos or comments where your name used to be. Dairy milk and a whole jar of nutella it is!
What? Is he delusional? Who is this girl? Where did she come from all of a sudden? He better not invite me to their wedding or I will literally vom on the invitation.
Him and random people I went to Lourdes with a few years ago. Oh, great. Well I can’t exactly ask him what she’s like and I haven’t seen them since we got off the bus in like 2012…
Am I an idiot? Why would I go creeping? Who willingly throws themselves into lava? I cannot believe I was considering following him again!
4. Jump to ridiculous conclusions
Oh my god I bet he was always interested in her! Ew, has she been sleeping on my side of the bed? Oh my GOD did I just add her by accident?!
5. Turn to trusty girl squad
Yes, you guys are so right, I am probably so much funnier than her. Love ya huns xx
6. Get angry at trusty girl squad
*Weeks ago* “Don’t tell me ANYTHING about his life, no matter how important!!”
*Now* “How could you guys not tell me this important thing about his life??”
7. Reminisce on the good times
Okay that was a lovely thirty seconds but there’s no point dwelling on the past…
8. Listen to Taylor Swift’s Clean
Do this at least fifteen times before putting on your favourite outfit and listening to more empowering music with your sister…
9. Climb out of the past lover shaped bubble
Woah, on a planet with 7 billion people who knew there was a whole world of men out there who actually want to treat me right…
10. Get through facing him in person for the first time
Hiya, only me, same jelly-belly, still emotionally unstable, still a psychotic bitch, still not in anyway supermodel material and still psychologically damaged by Disney Movies… so how’s the girlfriend? Make sure you introduce her to your friends soon, they’re a great bunch of lads!
|“I don’t get it?” “And you never did.”|
I have many loves in my life- two of these being fashion and the male species. Needless to say, fashion is the more reliable choice, not once have I been hurt by Louis, Christian, Ralph or Giorgio (because I can’t afford them) so instead I settle for more affordable, shorter lasting clothing. Do we do the same with men? Do we settle for high street men in a world full of designer?
If you stare into my wardrobe you will be faced with an unorganised wall of colour, nothing is sorted, nothing is colour coordinated, the skirts aren’t only with the skirts and my tops aren’t all hung up. I think I can say the same about my relationship wardrobe. A build up of unnecessary, unorganised clutter. I’m no fashionista when it comes to my relationship wardrobe, which is a shame because I’m so picky when it comes to actual clothes. You don’t still wear baggy flared jeans and studded belts in 2015, so why are you still trying to make this relationship work when it has long gone out of style?
For example, the trusty little black dress is saved for very special nights out, and in terms of men we all have a LBD. He makes an appearance occasionally, but will never be worn during the day. He brings you such happiness short-term, but he is the center of all your relationship problems.
Despite all the warning signs, you know that little black number, you trust that little black number, it goes with every pair of shoes and is always a back-up plan when all else fails. You constantly go shopping and spot an endless array of little black dresses, this seasons dresses, all new and beautiful and ready to make you happy, but you don’t purchase. You just admire from afar because you’re afraid to throw away your old one even though it only makes you feel like shit the next day and won’t pop up again until you need another last minute solution.
Your friends are all sick of the same dress being worn over and over again when you deserve a new one, so when will you chuck out the old one? Is the little black dress really as perfect and reliable as we think? Or does it stink of old tan and scream poor decisions?
Equally, we all have that dress we’ve never ever worn. Is it cute? Is it too clingy? We just aren’t quite sure what to make of it. Would this look weird on? Could it ever replace my LBD? Great sense of humour but you don’t really have any real feelings for each other, it’s more of a small sexual attraction. “Hmmm, maybe my fashion sense will change in time and I’ll try you on then,” or so we tell ourselves. This mystery man that you know you will never ever go for is taking up valuable wardrobe space.
Let’s look at shoes for a moment. We all have a pair of heels we are completely head over heels in love with, yet they’re dangerous. For me, it’s my yellow heels. Don’t get me wrong, they look great on and I know there’s plenty of girls eyeing them up, but I can’t walk in them at all and I always think they’re a good idea until they start hurting me again. You know they are just taking up room but you’re so determined to change them and show off their perfection.
Realistically, will my yellow heels ever stop hurting me? No, because it’s all in their design. They were built that way and my feet can’t handle it so maybe they were made to fit someone else. However, the thought of another girl wearing those heels completely pain free kills me because I love them so much so there they are, placed on a pedestal which they really do not deserve to be on whatsoever. Even if your comments are completely and 100% factual, only I’m allowed to insult my yellow heels.
How many pairs of high heels have you been defending recently? Take off the shoes, they’re more trouble than they’re worth.
So in reality, do we hoard men like clothes? Do you have a whole romantic past shoved into one tiny wardrobe? If so, is yours full of things that really have gone out of fashion? Is it time to get rid of the things that are damaged and the things that don’t fit anymore? I think this wardrobe is also called the comfort zone, and someday we all need to realise that it’s time to close the door on that one for good and invest in some new furniture altogether.
Like many other bloggers in Ireland I had been waiting a long time for the Blog Awards Ireland 2015 in the Tivoli Theatre, Dublin. Well it turns out it was well worth the wait because I left with the Silver award in the Best Entertainment Blog Category and a few too many yummy proseccos and Great Gatsby Gateaus (thanks Glenisk) in my belly!
To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to win anything because the standard is so high, I was just delighted to be there absorbing the atmosphere, but as you can imagine I nearly fell off my chair when they announced that The Fox Files had won Silver. Eeeek, so exciting, I’m still not over it! I was overwhelmed by the support I got from everybody back home when they heard the news. The blogging community is such a nice one to be a part of and I cannot wait for more events 🙂
- My little black number was sparkly and only €10 in Penneys recently, that was fate! It is also perfect for Christmas nights out.
- My shoes are my fluffy babies I got from boohoo a good while back, I protect these with my life!
- My little fluffy jacket is vintage (dragged out of mum’s wardrobe!)
- Pearls and feather have been around my house for years.
- Tan is St. Moriz.
‘You’re a psycho’: The three little words that have the ability to make a woman’s blood boil and prove the statement 100% correct. I’m sure you’ve been there my friend. The only way to fix the damage caused by this statement is to replace it with three other words which will definitely not be said back to you at this point. No I do not love you right now, but I do love giving you this death stare while watching you make me food to start to make up for it, so please get on that ASAP. The truth is one of two options- either no woman is a psycho, or all women are psychos.
I’m a huge fan of Halloween, always have been. My favourite thing about it is definitely watching Hocus Pocus. TV in October becomes a whole lot more appealing than the rest of the year! Ever met someone who said they haven’t seen Hocus Pocus? Below is my exact reaction to meeting those people…
Here are 10 reasons why it’s my most loved Halloween movie!
3. It’s classic Halloween costume inspiration
4. It’s good old fashioned witchcraft
Evil spells and an abandoned old house, gotta love it!
5. It’s still pretty creepy
Especially if you’re a child…
6. But funny too
8. You just know this movie will be passed down for generations
I hope my kids don’t have great social lives because that will just totally ruin my future Halloween plans…
9. We could totally relate to both Dani and Max depending on our age
Who’s coming trick or treating with me this year?
10. As I get older, I’m starting to understand Winifred Sanderson’s attitude problem
She does have a good few hundred years of life/death experience behind her…
I can’t deny my love for One Direction, nor can I deny how much I love their new song Perfect. However, as catchy as it is, I couldn’t help but agree that it is aimed at Taylor Swift and does sound a lot like her song Style.
When I first saw that Harry Styles had apparently penned this song about his ex-girlfriend (“if you’re looking for someone to write your break-up songs about,” like hello, duh) I couldn’t wait to hear it, I was instantly intrigued. I knew it would be great because as we all know by Taylor Swift’s success, songs about real-life experiences usually are great. And don’t get me wrong, it is great, but that doesn’t mean my eyes weren’t rolling as I was listening to the lyrics.
Just like Taylor, Harry has the right to write about his outlook on the relationship, but this is how I see the song- imagine all the guys that messed you around in your lifetime and left you heartbroken, now imagine they all throw on chinos, form a boyband and write a song together – this song would be Perfect. Perfect- the new single by f*** boys everywhere.
When people say maybe Taylor is the problem? Well, I have to strongly disagree with that statement if these are the kind of relationships she’s been caught up in. Let’s have a look at the lyrics shall we…
“And I might be never be the one who brings you flowers, but I can be the one, be the one tonight” Hmm as tempting as it is that you just want to use me for a few hours and then drop me again, I think I’ll go for the flowers instead, thanks anyway lads.
“Girl, I hope you’re sure what you’re looking for, cause I’m not good at making promises”
Yes, I am very sure of what I’m looking for, a knight in shining armor and flowers which you are aware of because you already said in verse one you probably can’t give me those things. So are you sure what you’re looking for? Don’t be getting jealous when you see me happy with someone else!
“And if you like having secret little rendezvous, if you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do, then baby I’m perfect, baby I’m perfect for you”
Yeah mon, love me on the sly, don’t tell anyone how you feel about me and just leave me in limbo, girls love that, it makes us feel so special!
“I might never be the hands you put your heart in or the arms that hold you anytime you want them, but that don’t mean we can’t live here in the moment, cause I can be the one you love from time to time”
The one I love from time to time? Well, great. This is where I fall for you and you decide you don’t actually want me so you pretend to love me from time to time when you get bored and know I’m finally moving on after 85 years of wanting you to love me back. You need to sort out your priorities.
Note to self: Don’t fall for Harry Styles no matter how much he tells me he loves me (happens to me a lot, such a struggle.)
Don’t even get me started on the rumours that Zayn is texting Perrie telling her he still loves her. What did I say about that bloody elastic band theory…
Being completely honest, today I have had a long hard day of feeling sorry for myself and being completely down in the dumps. Not only was my mood incredibly crap, but my appearance also reflected it considering what happened at 4:15pm. My brother walked in the door after coming home from school and asked his usual question: “You alright?” but today was different, before I could answer he went on to say: “Are you sick? You look sick” “No, I’m fine.” I replied as I walked out the door to get the washing off the line. The truth was, I did look sick, writing this post right now I look sick. I have zero makeup on, wearing pyjamas, my hair is all greasy and the only thing I’d eaten all day was a bowl of cornflakes. Yes I felt down, but I hadn’t helped myself either.
I can’t really explain my sadness I just feel that at the moment I’m going through a period in my life where everything is like a whirlwind that I’m stuck in. I’m not quite sure where I’m going, what I’m doing or have any idea what’s going on with some of the relationships in my life. Truthfully, I’m feeling a little bit lost and overwhelmed with stress.
While getting the washing off the line reality finally hit me in the face. I had the most ridiculous thought I have ever had while feeling lonely and isolated: “Loyal people do not exist.” For me, it couldn’t get any lower than that. Was I really that delusional? Had I honestly let a few bad experiences throw the worlds population into one category? Anybody who knows me knows that I live in a bit of a dream world, I want loyal Sex and the City friendships and love like Noah and Allie. I want girls to go shopping for the glass slippers with and true loves kiss to wake me up every morning, and yes that may be my dream world, but I still know I will find all that someday.
After 19 years of having such a firm belief in loyal, committed people, I thought I had officially hit rock bottom. It is now that I am writing this with tomorrow’s outfit and lipstick colour already in mind. I think sometimes you need to hit what you view as rock bottom to realise that it is most definitely not rock bottom. I’ve had these days before and I’ll have these days again, but it’s nothing that a denim jacket and a pair of feather earrings can’t fix.
My mum walked into me this morning and knew straight away I was a bit upset, she said to me “I’m letting you have one day to be mopey in bed drinking tea and watching Sex and the City, but tomorrow you’re getting up and going out to live your life. You are Carrie Bradshaw!” At the time I couldn’t appreciate what she was saying but now I’ve realised she is so right. Not only was she saying I am obsessed with Carrie Bradshaw (which we all know I am, nice observation mum lol), she was saying I’m the only person who can lift myself out of this mood and I’m the only person living my life.
Everything happens for a reason and sometimes things fall apart so better things can fall together.
Hope you are all having a lovely week, and if it’s not so great, just remember you’re not alone and things will get better 🙂 For me the highlight will be meeting my friend Shauna this weekend for a catch up and going to the Blog Awards Ireland next week, eeek! So excited!
No matter how sad I sound, I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here is ALWAYS the highlight of my year. I would love to go on this show! (hint hint) Well, no, I would end up being the next Gillian McKeith or something. I would cry everyday, refuse to do any trials involving animals, small spaces and water (so all of them really) and want to kill everybody in there. The only positive aspects would be losing weight and a possible jungle romance. Every year I’m like “WHO IS THIS PERSON?” and my dad is like “Sure he was a huge celebrity in the 80’s!” Ori yeah. So anyway, if I had my way, this would be who I would send in…
Look Taylor, I’m sorry and you know I love you but I also love the entertainment this show brings me so the struggle is real right now… not that I’m proud of my evil side or anything, mwahahaha…
To be honest though, Ant and Dec being the presenters means that the show never lets us down. You can’t deny it’s well worth a watch, and I think we’ve all missed Bob! Never forget…
As you all know, I’ve really been binge watching Sex and the City recently, not only does it make me very entertained, it has also given me valuable life advice and made me question my view on relationships. Does my taste in fictional men reflect my taste in real life men? Yes. The answer is most definitely a big fat yes. Here are just a few examples out of hundreds…
Sex and the City: Let’s start at the obvious, Mr.Big. He and Carrie never worked. They always wanted different things, he couldn’t commit to her, he always left her wondering, he got married to someone else even though he wouldn’t marry Carrie, he then cheated on his wife with Carrie, finally got engaged to Carrie but then left her at the altar and in the second movie was still being a bit of a dick. So any normal person would say wow, not the ideal guy, yet when Carrie was with Aidan I couldnt take my eyes off the screen until Mr.Big came back to seduce her and mess with her head again. Why? because I am an absolute dope. I always look for happy endings in places where there couldn’t possibly be a happy ending, maybe I like the challenge? Why do women always run back to what we find familiar even though it didn’t work out the first time? Note to self, stop falling back into bad habits.
Grease: Danny Zuko, why do I find him so hot when he is the definition of a typical lad? He didn’t give Sandy a second look until she was sewn into those tight little leggings and started smoking, so was that really love when he was more interested in looking cool than treating her right? Note to self, stop falling for lads lads.
Friends: Despite giving us the impression earlier that he was the dream boyfriend, Ross actually slept with another woman even though Rachel had been the love of his life for so long. I spent forever wishing they would get back together because he was just such a cutie, even though in reality that dramatic turn of events said a lot about his character. Note to self, stop falling for guilty charm.
Bridget Jones’s Diary: I don’t know if it’s something to do with the fact that I prefer Hugh Grant to Colin Firth, but I most definitely would not be able to resist Daniel Cleaver’s office flirting. Let’s face it though, he’s hardly future husband material and I would never ever introduce him to my parents. Note to self, stop falling for users.