Team Henry!

The beautiful, wonderful, amazing return of the "We need girlfriend" boys

SO happy!

love for the older ladies.

I avoided it for so long, thinking it'd be rubbish - but on the advice of my mum, I finally watched Cougar Town ..... and i love it.

I didn't know anything about it... and if I'd of known one of my all time favourite actors was in it - Busy Phillips (who i lovingly remember because she made Dawson's Creek not only watchable but awesome) - I would of watched it from the very beginning.

Also didn't know it was a Bill Lawrence show - so obviously it was going to be fun.

I feel like everyone was part of an awesome new club and no one told be about it.

But it's ok - i just watched 13 episodes of it in one day - so I'm pretty sure i'm in the club now - if not the President. 

hmmmm... drippy.

For future reference....

Matt Smith = Dreamboat

Words win me over.

This is my new favourite website - purely for it's URL

http://allwomenstalk.com/

it's the ciiiircle of life

My first ever Youtube video.

I feel so at one with the 

online community.

Oh yeah, that's happening.

The ratio of 80's references to current comedians makes my heart happy.

tighty whities are the way to my heart.

I think I just managed to pin point the exact moment I fell in love with Mark Ruffalo, all those years ago.



Black thick rimmed glasses, fuzzy chest and dancing in his pants - how could I resist?

Google speaks funky.

You know when you have a song stuck in your head.

But you can't remember the lyrics.

Or the melody.

But it's in there.

And slowly but surely drives you mental.

I've been half a near melt down trying to find a song I heard about a week ago - tonight I decided to google my little heart out until I found it.

45 minutes later - I found it.

Just by googling random bands and keywords like "80's throw back" and "funky"

God bless internet search engines for actually understanding how my brain works.

Always early, never the bride.

I have an awful habit of being stupidly early for every event/appointment/meeting I have to go to.

I've been known to sit at Waterloo station for 2 hours. re reading a book because I was far too early for an interview in Southwark.

I've also sat in the rain on South Bank, getting soaked, because I was too early for my first day of work - you don't even know how good of an impression it is to walk in on your first day all wind swept and sexified.

And at the moment, I'm sitting in Uni, 1 hour early for a casting session I'm holding for a project.
It makes me nervous, all the sitting and waiting.
Surely the people coming in trying to impress me should be nervous, but no, I'm sitting here, fretting away.

In reality, it makes me kinda happy, because that means when I do finally get to my interview/meeting/super hot date (ha) that I figure the person is going to be as nervous as me, because I've been on the other side and see what it's like.

But then again, that might be complete bollocks, because I'm an utter worry guts... and surely no one can be as lame as this guy.

If balls don't take your fancy....

Despite my avid youtube following, I managed to miss this guy but that doesn't mean I love him any less.

The beauty of a shitty house.

I'm back in London, to my lovely, big, crappy old house.
It's falling apart but my favourite thing about it is - that walls are so thin that yes, you can hear everything everyone says, but you also have the lovely moments - like just now - when from the room below me, I heard the muffled sound of "The Big Bang Theory" theme song, followed by hysterical, high pitched laugher, of my super butch male housemate.

It made me smile quite a lot.

I'm 2010's Dick Whittington.

I'm still currently on my "hide from responsibility" tour and staying in my home town for a few days.
There is something so odd about going out drinking with people you haven't seen seen high school.

My town is one of those towns that if you stay after high school - (deep scary booming movie voice) YOU STAY FOREVER.
However I, being the resourceful bunny that I am, escaped at 19 and ran away to London (to make my fortune Dick Whittington style) but I do come home every now and again and visit the two and only pubs and see everyone that is still about.

Don't get me wrong, the majority of them are lovely but it's just such a different world.
Every time I come back I learn at least one of the following

Some one has gone to jail
Some one/many ones have had babies and/or preggo
Some one has be bottled/glassed

It's a classy town.

Also, because so many people haven't seen me in so long, when I tell about what I do at Uni, they are overwhelmed by the idea of it.
"Telly? oh my god, are you going to be a presenter?
"wow, have you met anyone famous?"
"Am I gonna see you on MTV?"

When in reality, all I do is make tea and coffee while trying not to trip on my face.
I think everything is most glamours in idea or premise - it's the reality that lets it down... bastard reality.

Today I Love :

Stop motion horror movies

Johnny Simmons 

So attractive in such a confusing way.

Lovingly known as "boy-face-man-body"

The new Match.com advert

Despite the advert meaning being the complete opposite 

of what they're actually trying to sell.

Surely the tagline should be;

"Start your love story....online... you shut in... 

because you'll never meet a girl like this"

Today I Hate :

Peaches Geldof 

Give Eli back, you awful, awful cow.

*spits*

My "in between room"

I'm back home for the weekend and my childhood bedroom now only consists of boxes, black bin bags and broken lamps... why do we have so many lamps?

University

I finish in two months.... so I'm currently hiding.

Instead of trying to be the grown up I should be - I'm making bed forts and playing "throw catch eat" with gummi bears and maltesers.

Only two more months then I can do it everyday.... oh my.