Plans

So, Christmas is over and the food has been eaten, presents opened and wrapping paper binned .... and it all feels so anti-climactic don't you think? There may be some amazing presents that are still waiting to be played but all of that organisation and planning is suddenly over and we're back to normal. At least for a couple of day anyway. And then New Year plans arrive. 
Many people get excited about New Year, making resolutions, dinner plans for the evening and bookings to see fireworks in London. I don't see it as a big deal at all. A New Year is just that ... a new year. And no matter how many resolutions people make they're all broken by February, the hangovers last for three days with a splitting headache causing us to spend the first few days of the new year in bed, and then it just goes back to normality. Nothing changes and oh, how I wish it did. Sometimes I dream about my life as a book, like Harry Potter, with a plot, a destination and something different and exciting happening to me with every turn of the page. It's amazing how mundane life can actually be when you close a book. And then you see people running off to do daring, spontaneous things that you knew you would never be able to do in your lifetime because you're too poor, too busy, too normal, or just too ... too. It's a hard life and the new year doesn't change that. The new year is just the 31st of December turning into the 1st of January, just like the 30th of September turns into the 1st of October .... it's not the day that's new, it's the person who experiences the turn of the months. 
People think the new year will bring a change, a big revelation. What brings that is themselves, and if they're too lazy to go and get what they want, then they will be forever disappointed ... I promise, I will not be one of those people !!! I swear to it!

Anticipation

The run up to Christmas has always been an exciting one when I was younger. The planning of what we would have for Christmas dinner on Christmas Day (which would sometimes be cooked by my Aunt...and when she cooks dinner she starts at 11am and we don't eat until 9pm!). The decorating of the tree, dusting off those huge boxes filled with decorations from the loft and bringing them into the front room where we'd spend at least an hour trying to force the tree into it's ancient stand and make it stand straight, before carefully placing every red and gold bauble on a branch it would compliment, sorting out the nativity set and hiding baby Jesus on the bookshelf before padding his crib with cotton wool so he was comfortable on Christmas Eve and finally, placing the Angel on the top of the tree. That was my job. My mum and I lived alone so we could do things our way. As I got older we had a few tiffs as to what decorations to use. I wanted new modern ones, like blue and silver, or black and pink but of course my mother wanted traditional and we always stuck with that. When my mother and Auntie went to the local shopping centre there was always the excitement of what they would bring back and the hope that they had talked to Santa about what presents I wanted. All those oddly shaped bags with strange paper wrapped around them made my heart jump every time I saw them! I remember always wishing for a white Christmas. I lived in London so any snow we did get was short lived and soon turned into slush by the ongoing traffic, on the pavements and the roads. But I used to watch a lot of Christmas movies, all about big houses in America full of warm decorations and fireplaces ablaze where families were snuggled up in their blankets and jumpers singing Christmas songs while the snow fell down outside the double doored porch, leaving a blanket of white on their huge garden. That was what I always wanted. 
Not any more. 
Christmas has become something of a chore now. The rush to buy the presents, the worry that I don't have enough money, the effort of tracking down friends to give their presents. I don't even decorate the tree with my mother any more considering we moved in with her boyfriend and his two children and when I'm at Uni my mother does it without me. This year I specifically instructed her not to the put the Angel up until I got home. It was always my job and it will always be my job. But it seems the magic of Christmas has completely gone now that I'm older. I'm not saying that I believe in Santa because I know that I'm the one forking out money for these presents not him, but it would be nice to have some of that childhood spirit back in my life this time of year. The most magical thing about December is wondering when my exams will finish and what chocolate I'm getting in my advent calender! It's sad to think that every thing I loved and enjoyed about Christmas is now gone, all because a couple more years of my life have flown by. Some times I do wish I was a child again, just to feel that blissful ignorance one last time. 
But who am I to put a downer on all things Christmas? The excitement is still there is we make it, so with that I will leave you with 'Merry Christmas To All, And To All ... A Good Night' 

Travelling in the Snow

Right now, I happen to be sat on my soft bed at home, listening to Christmas music while I check up on my friends, it almost hard to believe that the last 24 hours have been hell on earth, for myself and my mother, all because of the snow! I was supposed to go home yesterday from Uni, you see. My mother was supposed to pick me up in the car. However this never happened as my mum was stuck on M25 for almost 4 hours trying to get through the traffic that had piled up just because of a jackknifed lorry blocking the lanes. I couldn't believe it once I logged onto the traffic reports on the internet. There were accidents everywhere and the things my mother told me when she finally arrived at my house at University were amazing. People were actually abandoning their cars to walk because they had run out of petrol. A lot of people were struggling up the snow filled banks just to go to the toilet, sometimes risking losing their car as the traffic moved slightly. It was amazing to listen to the stories and I am filled with amazement at how the country comes to a complete standstill all because of snow that happens to be an thicker than usual. I don't understand what goes through peoples minds when they think about last year and don't cotton on to the fact that this is going to be a regular occurrence now because the planet is deteriorating slightly. Well, once my mother had spent the night in my student home, where she had the bed and I had the floor with just a blanket and a sleeping bag to keep me company, we made our way home very early in the morning. And once we got into our home town I couldn't believe my eyes. I felt as if we had just driven into the secret land of Narnia (of course that's what I'd imagine it would look like if you could just drive to Narnia). It would have been almost magical if that thick, sparkling white stuff hadn't prevented me from coming home a day earlier than I did. But as much as I hate the world-stopping snow, when I look out of my window and onto the road, I find it so beautiful, it's almost breathtaking. 
My dear readers, I have to say, with Christmas lights, music, presents under the tree and snow, it is now officially Christmas. All we need is the smell of turkey and stuffing to permeate the air and I am sure we will all be transported to a living heaven, one that last a few, blissful, carefree days. 
And with that I will leave you with a piece of advice. If you do need to drive on the roads, please be careful, drive slowly and try and drive in the morning, when the sun is just coming up and there are no cars on the road. You will be set if you do this, trust me. Happy Snow Days. 

Working Alone

Sometimes I really do wish my life was a story that I was reading, a fantasy going on in my mind, where I feel so sorry for the main girl but I know it will never happen to me. Well, right now, that's not the case. 
When I spread the word that my house mates and I are having a Christmas party, I expected some help. I even expected to split the money for food and decorations. Did I get any of that, dear readers? No I didn't. You know why, my invisible friends? My house mates are lazy, selfish, hair brained losers. And I'm not being facetious. They really are and it upsets me. It's the day of our Christmas party, and there are three out of five of us left in the house. I am downstairs, cleaning the house so we don't look like a complete embarrassment when people come over, whereas the other two are no where to be seen. I suppose I just need to vent to someone who doesn't know them, and doesn't care whether I am being mean about them because it's all true. 
Parties are such a worry as well. There is always the fear that no one will turn up, that no one will like the music, that no one will appreciate the way you've done things, but then the worry is fine if you have some people to share it with. Not me. All alone here. Worry for One, please. But the silver lining is that the party is now mine and I can do whatever I want to it. That worries even me, if I'm honest. My best friend thinks it'll turn into a Disney Christmas, but it's all good. I will hold my head up high in my Christmas Tree costume and I will be able to say...I made this happen ....... if it does happen that is !! Well, wish me luck fellow bloggers. I am off to turn my house into a Winter Wonderland :) 

Just Starting

Well, I suppose I am a Blogger, joining the ranks of bloggers worldwide, sharing their ideas and concepts. It feels quite good sitting here, typing away on my laptop for all the people who will be reading this. 
First off, starting a blog isn't something that I have ever been good at. Ever since I hit the age where I could write and compose my thoughts into something that wasn't just a string of incoherent drivel, I tried to keep a diary. It never worked. I just never committed to it, purely because I forget. As much as I try to deny it, my mind works in scatty ways most of the time. 
However, despite my abysmal history in keeping diaries, updates and 'tweets' I will attempt to keep this blog up to date, without making it sound like a long string of uninteresting thoughts streaming out of a nineteen year old's cramped head and I do apologise in advance if it does turn into that. 
So, here I am, blogging. 
Where to start? Well I'm sure that will come to in time. Really, this is so I can sort out my ideas. I'm an aspiring author so this is my blog to re think story ideas, running through plans and I might even find that 'Droplets of 'Frankee' Ideas' helps me to finally finish a novel that doesn't sound like a piece of Fan Fiction. 
And on that note, I shall end this blog, for now. I'm sure I will be back soon, like a child is with a shiny new toy, finding new things to talk about and ideas to vent off. 
Until then, dear readers. Adieu.