Wednesday, 30 November 2011


So I barely use this but I feel like today I wanna vent. Not necessrily rant but just talk, talk here.
I'm now at Reading Uni. Freshers was amazeballs as expected. Now I've settled in, I feel strange. Don't get me wrong, I do love it here but there are times when all I crave for is home comforts. My mum (who me and her have had a very, very rocky past) and I now get on splendidly *touch wood*. I've been out so often I can't count, at least 3 times a week and getting ridiculously drunk. Only this monday, I was throwing up on a table in a club. Disgusting. I lasted all of 45 minutes in there. I don't usually get that bad and when I do, I feel so ashamed. Yet, everyone I know here has done it and thus is the way of student life. I won't get like that for a long, long time now. I hope. One thing that bothers me here is the huge amount of gorgeous, lovely boys who all seem to have girlfriends. Fml. I feel that having been here for two months now I should have found the guy for me as that is what everyone said back home before moving away, "you'll meet the perfect guy at uni." Well, guess what, I haven't. It's all been drunken clinches and (shamefully) sober affairs with guys with girlfriends. My friend here thinks I have a radar for unavailable guys who goes in for them unintentionally because I like having control. I don't know but whatever it is, I've got to fix it. Because it's ridiculus. And unfair.
I will leave you with that for now. And probably come back soon to make another unintelligible post. Xo.

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Love. Loathe. Repeat.

Harry Potter

So I've just been to see Harry Potter with my best friend. We cried pretty much the whole way through but seeing Rupert Grint topless in 3D did ease the pain somewhat.


I just realised for anyone who wants to read this (if anyone) then I should say something about myself.
I'm Grace G. 18. Just left college, praying I don't have to go back next year. I love music, it encapsulates my life. Rock music especially, I am in love with MCR. Like, seriously. I love my baby boys, Buster and Treacle, the best cats a girl could have! I also have the most retarded friends in the world who I love more than anything.
This is me and Oli Sykes from BMTH, one of my favourite photos ever.

This is my new blog.

So I haven't done this before but I aim to use this blog as almost a diary like thing to get shit off my mind. We'll see how this works out then...