I swear I'm not procrastinating. Honest!

So German's going well.

TBF I have ordered my book for next term.

and listened to the whole of MCR's Danger Days album.

and chased a pokémon around sinnoh before getting bored.

So yeah I'm procrastinating. But I have made it into the dining room with my rucksack. But I suspect eventually I'll give up and just watch Rote Rosen if I'm feeling like a challenge.... and well the other option... I can hear Anna's eyes rolling... or at least the accompanying sigh.

To anyone who knows me they know anyone who doesn't well... lets just say there are several reasons I get abused for my taste in music...

I struggled to sleep last night as my phone kept ringing.  Eventually I gave up and switched it off. Upon switching it back on this morning I received a voicemail notification. So I rang up my voicemail.
"You have 1 new message and X saved messages" (I really must empty my inbox)
"The following message is 7 Minutes long".
Thence followed a message from Conor, about a 1/3 of which was intelligible. However there was a lengthy talk on the reality or non reality of his Fruit juice, which apparently, I'd just told him he didn't have. Which is, lets be honest fairly odd, considering it was 5 to 3 in the morning, I was fast asleep 14 miles away and he was leaving a voicemail message.
At 5 to 3 in the morning. Had my phone been on, he'd be dead by now. And so would I as I'm pretty sure my parents would take a pretty dim view of it. In fact I know, after a similar incident occurred in 2008 when Kat rang me up at 3.30 AM announced " I am god!" hung up before Becky rang me back to explain Kat had developed a God complex. I'm still confused 3 years on.

I am now in a sulk with life and America. Mainly because they get awesome band merch and I don't. All I want is a nice Paramore ringbinder. Mainly cos it'd be different. I can't believe its nearly a year since I saw them.
Instead I'll make do with some converse ones.

Anyway I probably ought to get ready to do something with my life
Beth xx

In which I talk about a cat, my DS , the problem of cushions and technivore Sofas.

I was going to say at this rate I'll catch Anna up in the blogging stakes... then I thought to check how many blogs she'd written.
Truth be told I'm going to have to procrastinate A LOT to catch up with her.

But then gimme a month and I'll be back at uni and have plenty to complain about. Like "I can't get the oven to work, the Sofa ate my phone- (seriously, my friends have the same sofas, they are technivores. Well I suppose they're more omnivorous, but still), the new swimming pool charges too much but; Hey! No naked old wrinkly biddies discussing Vera's new hat! Well ok, they'll be there but I can hide in a cubicle and, as such, not have to try and dress with my eyes closed.

I'm getting off topic, this is usually a good sign, it means that I'm functioning. (It's a commonly known fact I can't concentrate for love nor money, and my chain of thought is so random that I end up thoroughly confuddling everyone)
If I stay on track it means either A) I'm not communicating, B) I'm ill, or C) both of the above.

I was made to put my floordrobe away today, putting my floordrobe away is rather hazardous.
It means opening the wardrobe.
I tend to open the wardrobe so its slightly ajar and then hurl what ever junk I can't find a home for, in.

Today I had to open it. Fully.

Well I say fully. I opened one door fully. The dangerous side remained shut behind the computer chair.

On the floor was my DS.

Not much tidying got done.

Digging up Pokémon fossils was WAAAAY more fun.

When it comes to housework Games consoles are dangerous.  They stop work.  And wind mothers up. Mothers can wind themselves up enough without help.

Eventually I got round to finishing my room.

Now if you're a regular reader you will have read that in recent weeks I have developed a problem.

I have started to buy cushions. They have begun to take over my life.

Well... maybe just my room. I now have 3 bags full of cushions in my room; and I'm running out of space for them. If ANYONE catches me in a store anywhere near cushions please remind me I have no room for them. If I don't listen don't try further intervention. I may harm you. I don't want to but I have a habit of picking up the last pair at a bargain price. (Winces in pain at thought of lost opportunity shoes).
I don't feel good if I am skint enough to walk away.
But still the leaning tower of Cushions is looking ever more precarious as the minutes tick by.
And I have a peculiar need for Jelly Babies.

In fact should my lack of Jelly Babies situation persist I may end up like George the Cat.
George belongs to my next door neighbours.
I wish I had a photo of him. He's the sort of cat who would enjoy having his photo taken.
He's king of all he surveys, (or so he thinks, there is a usurper who keeps stealing his food, about this he is less than happy)
He sits in the shade (usually the doorstep or squatting under the car) scowling at everything.
This would by quite so funny if he were such a ridiculously fluffy blacky/brown/slightly greying cat, with this giant ruff like mane that puts me in mind of Henry VIII especially as the browny bits go distinctly Ginger in the summer.
In the cat ranks he's probably incredibly selfish, he puts on brilliant displays of attention seeking.
Think Simon's Cat but middle aged and grumpy.
I linked that video because according to his owner that's George at 5AM. He believes that's breakfast time. Apparently one must start to be lazy as early as possible,

I miss George at uni. He makes me giggle just by scowling from under the car.

Also if you've never seen Simon's Cat before, did you get lost in the bottom of my wardrobe?

Off to find Jelly Babies...
Bethxx

In which Beth returns to form, as she rambles her way through a week.

Is it bad I laugh at my own wisecracks reading back on old blogs?
Its something that just occurred to me.

Yes, I know, I should feel terrible, but instead I just pat myself on the back and tell myself to keep up the good work.
I'd make a terrible stand up.

I may even be a bad person.

My brother got his GCSE results today. He did really well.
*Proud Big Sister Alert*

But we should probably start at the beginning of the week.

It was Dom's 20th Birthday.
The reason he looks so depressed is that game he's holding. Conor and co. bought him as a present. HSM3.
That and he's being hugged by Mark from behind.

It was a really good day. We had lunch at Pizza Hut where many Hi-jinks ensued. After everyone finally turned up. Mark and Public transport haven't really been friends at any point...

Just a few shots from Monday.

After that we went to Toys 'r' Us where Dom's dubious Birthday present was acquired before we headed to Pets at Home; where Mark nearly bought them out of Rabbits. the only thing that stopped him was that he couldn't really take them to Germany. Oh and the small matter of his mother murdering him. But that was still only reason number three why it mightn't be a good idea.

Obviously the following day was urrrmmmm Wednesday. Mainly because I'm not entirely sure anything happened on Tuesday. Except  migraine.

Wednesday was a mixed day.  We got some very depressing news I don't really want to put all over the internet.

But the Afternoon was good I went with My friend to her 20 scan, turns out Myself, Emily and Ollie are getting a godson! And he's due on Lucy's Birthday! She decreed it "a very good day to be born!"

This Morning I got a letter from LUSU Living (cue hi pitched excited squeaking, leading to interested looking cats). The squeaking stopped, "You mean they want money for this thing!?". I had kinda forgotten about the rent. I had been rather focused on Cushions, throws and tv nights I forgot houses cost money.

Anyway i think I may have run out of ramble and be suffering from rumble.

The rumbly in my tummy type,

Till long after I have nommed PAH! (aka Pie)

Bethxxx

So Part II!

So...
Where was I?
Ah I think we'd got to Wednesday.


Which means the next day was Thursday. 


A day in which it rained. Heavily. The day in which we went to the Woods. 
GREAT IDEA! xD Not really. we ate a picnic in the car. Visited Waltham Abbey, which is where King Harold (The one that got it in the eye in 1066) is buried. But the highlight of the day was finding this awesome traditional sweet shop and dominos pizza for tea. 
I have never made bonbons last so long.
Also yellow Turkish Delight is better than pink. It doesn't feel like you're eating a flower. Something that has always felt vaguely wrong.


Then came Friday. Which is logical, and a fact, that despite most of us knowing from about the age of 4 or 5, seemed to take Rebecca Black by surprise. 


I got off the tube walked up the steps and was confronted by this:

For the observant amongst you that's Big Ben. Thats from the top of the steps. This is what I actually saw on exiting the station:

A GIANT black fence. Anyone would think politicians weren't liked all to much.

So yes, I went to Parliament.

 A Facebook status announcing this led to one of the best comments "those in favour of Beth's visit to parliament, say "Aye". I think the Aye's have it!"  From one Chris Menez. Needless to say this was not the only reaction elicited by my visit. A fellow blogger with a penchant for Chanel told me I should verbally abuse Harriet Harmon because she finds her intensely annoying the only problem is she said I had to tell her that she votes for our MP, whose name I can just about spit out, so it would probably have added assault to the list. But the only reason I could visit Parliament as I did was because like me, it's on summer vacation!

Well, clearly the building hadn't gone anywhere, but its members had.

It was a very interesting tour. The most important thing I learned from this trip is that the TV lies. The angles they show the chambers at make them appear much larger than they really are. In fact I'm pretty sure my school Gymnasium is bigger than the House of Commons. Apparently when all 600 odd members are present its a question of standing room only. Apparently that usually only happens once a week for PMQ's. What a total non surprise there.

Anyway. After Parliament we went to find Dad, who had taken a half day.  We wandered around Westminster.

On the way to find Dad we walked past Spooks!

I got very excited.

A bit like when we got to where Dad works.

Having pretty much lived in the country my entire life I got quite excited by the thought of my Dad working in a skyscraper. Which is why there is now a pic of Millbank Tower on my blog. I was having an excitable day. I took a photo of MI6 through the trees on the other side of the river. My dad demanded to know why I wanted a picture of the Lego Building. I told him Lego is cool. (I have mentioned I'm a secret geek right?)


We then walked back in to Central Westminster.

And then spent hours looking for lunch. I'll be honest. By the time we got any it had turned into Tea. And I'm not talking about Dom and Lucy's favourite hot beverage either.
That wasn't the end of the day though as mum and I hopped on the Tube to see mum's friend Pic who lives just off Russell Sq. Pic is a fantastic individual who nearly caused me to wet myself laughing at one point, as she told us that the day before in a fit of boredom, she had dressed up as a smurf which led to, terrifying the guy across the hall who was convinced he was having a bad trip, scaring the pizza menu guy, whom she told she didn't want any pizza menu as she only eats Smurfberries and as ever causing her husband to wonder whether his wife is really sane.
Having just about eased my faceache and laughter stitch we went home.


The next day we were back in Westminister/Whitehall to go to the cabinet war rooms. The biblical level of precipitation caused arguements, but the war rooms themselves we're very interesting, despite the waiter in the café now being on my long list of inconsiderate monkey brains I dislike. To get to the cabinet war rooms you walk past Downing Street, the final destination for a free Syria Protest. It made me think. We were stood getting tetchy with each other because of the rain, whilst these people were marching straight through the downpour because the rights we take for granted in this country aren't available to them back home.
When you come out of the war rooms you're out the back of Downing Street headed down toward Horseguards Parade.
I half wanted to take picture of the back wall of No.10, because I'm a really hopeless tourist but the prescence of the policeman and more importantly his rather large semi automatic made me feel rather jumpy.
And if you want to know where my picture of Horseguards is? There isn't one. They were still taking down the beach Volleyball stands and as such its a bit of a building site. So instead you can have a picture of Admiral Nelson.

Upon seeing this I said "Oh I didn't realise Nelson was there!" Class dunce comment of the week. I can't remember which, but one of my parents countered "We did you think he was?! On a toilet break?"


And that was more or less the end of Beth's London trip. Beth was very pleased to go home as the number of spiders in the vicarage had put her on the verge of severe mental break down. I think the one in the shower wanted to avenge itself on me after I had dad kill its mate.


I can kill most insects. But I draw the line at big black beetles, spiders and Daddy-longlegses. (Crane flies)


On a mission to bug proof her life!
Bethxx

As previously promised...

Guess what I found!

And it wasn't under the bed!!!

In fact quite on the contrary to last nights blog, under my bed was... well... rather spotless.

Incredibly since I bottomed out my room it seems to have been untouched by my crap. I seem to have become tidier. Despite my decidedly well functioning floordrobe. An installation known to frequently induced the phrase "Young lady, your floor is unacceptable!" from my Mother.

Fans of my traditional whirlwind disorganised messiness will be overjoyed to know that opening my wardrobe is still a most dangerous enterprise and that attempting to find a matching pair of shoes in its underbelly is a fruitless expedition.

But that's not what I'm here to talk about.
('Though I pobably should deal with my Wardrobe)

So Saturday before last I arrived home from Camp. I unpacked my laundry into the washing Machine, as did my brother in the following day and a bit all this was turned around Re-packed and en-route to London.
We we're staying with my dad who was working there. He rents a room in a vicarage in the posh bit of the East End and they kindly let us stay in their House whilst, ironically, they were on Holiday in our neck of the woods, at one point they even texted Dad saying they were in Pontefract.
I now have my own Oyster Card. This makes me somewhat excited. There is something vaguely satisfying about slapping the card on the yellow reader and watching the gates open magically. Much more fun than fuddling about trying to feed horrifically expensive tickets through little ticket readers.
If I desired to that I could get on the train to Leeds. At least the shops don't demand £30 for a makeover or sneer at your Outfit that altogether cost less than just half a pair of their Shoes.
Unsuprisingly I spent the first 2 days shopping.
Well I say the first 2 days. On the first day (Tuesday), I managed to turn a tramp around London into a spending spree.

For some unknown reason this picture refuses to rotate

I spent a large amount of money on a rucksack. In the Flagship store In the sale. On Carnaby Street. It was the most expensive Item I bought all week.

The Next day was the designated shopping day. The day I met up with Lucy.

We tramped up and down Oxford Street.
She bought Yves St Laurent Lippy.
We went to Selfridges.

And I bought Concealer.

It cost me £27. I don't care. Its the best concealer in the world.
Technically this is their "Foundation Stick" Its just a bigger version of their concealer stick. Its Fantastic.
Plus I got the yellow Bag.

There's something I like about Selfridges bags. I think its their Simplicity.
We also went to Primark. Nothing particularly exciting about that. But I did manage to get some more of the cushions we picked up in Donny for the House. I'll be honest, anything vaguely related to my house gets me squeaking like a mouse on speed.
After shopping hard all morning We decided it was time to find some caffeine.
We wandered down a side street, at which point a guy jumped in front of us. Free Coffee/ Tea with ANY order! Being good little Yorkshire students we thought, "YAY! Free drinks", found the café and ordered the cheapest thing on the menu (Butter Croissants) and effectively got coffee and\croissant for £2

Twas a quait little place next to a quite ostentatious place

After that it was time to hit Harrods.So off to the Tube we went!

So After I'd had enough of taking pictures of Tube stations, we walked into Harrods.
I spent about to hours either making mocking sneery faces at pompous similarly sneery assistants, but that could only take place after I'd scraped my jaw off the ground.

This was in the toy dept. It was sooooo Cute.

Harrods however was our last stop. Mum met us there. My feet were ready to take the 40 min Tube journey out of town. But not before this.

I love this photo.

And that ends Part I.

Mainly be cause I can't be bothered writing any more tonight!

Till Part II

Bethxx

Just a Note.

There's a big Blog coming up.

You thought I'd written some long spiels in the past?

This one should beat them all.

Just kidding. But I took lots of pics in London Town so be warned.

Unfortunately none of this can take place until I find my Phone cable.

I suspect its under my bed, but lifting that up is a bit like opening up a Pandora's Box of Dust, rubbish and lost socks. Usually I feel compelled to do something about it. Unfortunately it then spreads to making the rest of my room sparkle. >.<

I guess I should also mention I split up with my Boyfriend. It was the right thing to do. It wasn't right. The many reasons behind it are private. But I'm happy, and looking forward to going back to uni.

Especially after an hour plus long phone call to that mad person we call Amy G.

We have a shops worth of cushions for our house. This makes me stupidly happy xD

Another thing that makes me crazily excited, very happy and jealous of myself, (YES! That IS possible) is the great honour I have been awarded in being asked to be a Godmother.

I am now desperately trying not to buy every item of baby clothing I find!

However the Mother and I are going for her 20 week scan tomorrow. I'm so excited, Shes finding out if its a boy or girl I'm literally jigging with excitement!

In less exciting news I'm going to the opticians to get my contacts on Friday.

Contact lenses are a freedom for me. After years of being called "Gretchen" (I'll be honest at first i hadn't actually watched Recess). Being tall, lanky, uncoordinated, intelligent and a wearer of glasses, isn't always the greatest mix, mercifully I was spared acne. I got the odd spot.

Still felt like I had the Himalayas on my face xD.

Anyway, I should probably go to bed now!

Night!
Bethxx

What a week!!

*Yawns widely*
*Tries to work out what hit her*

I think it was camp,
The bonkers, emotional rollercoaster, scrumptious, mad rush of a week that was camp occurred last week.
So in case you were worried I'd died, nope, and this year, (mercy of all mercies), my campers didn't seem hellbent on either killing me or putting me in a mental hospital.

Most people already think I should be in such institution.

That's my tent with me and the famous Emi-bobs. (She has made numerous previous appearances on this blog)
They were a tad mental, but we like 'em that way, then they don't notice that nearly 16 years in full time education turns your head to mush.

The week honestly didn't feel like a week but then we were so busy I barely had time to blink.
One night Emily disappeared for just under 15 minutes, by the time She got back I was spark out. My mouth already in spider catching mode as a friend once said. That thought still causes me  a severe case of the heebie jeebies.
It was incredible week. So very inspiring to watch Young kids come to faith or grow in theirs.
Camp however as, dorm/tent leaders everywhere will attest every where will attest, is not just for the camp. The leaders are also put through the emotional fast spin cycle. Camp is the one time where you are so disconnected from the outside world, (It was Wednesday before we got a full grasp on the scale of the madness that had swept the nation), that you sit back and take stock, and sometimes you have stuff to deal with you didn't even realise you had to deal with, or stuff you thought you'd successfully swept under the rug crawls out from underneath. God says: "Its Time To Deal With It." and there's little you can do but deal with it.
He moves so mightily on camp its difficult to deny existence, especially when his presence is so tangible.

I realise that this the first time I've really talked about my faith on here, but I'm not going to deny, hide or be ashamed of my faith. I spent long enough doing that and to be brutally honest its such a fundamental part of who I am it has only ever caused me great amounts of hurt. I know a lot of you don't agree with what I believe, especially in these modern times when what the Bible says is so counter cultural. Thats fine, just don't knock me. In some ways I laugh at my younger self, the greatest act of rebellion is to go so completely against the grain of society's norm.
Camp showed me this.

I made some great friends on camp and always look forward to it.
 There are some humorous moments.

 There are several embarassing photos of my backside that Emily took from this particular attraction at Pleasure Island. Unfortunately for you lot she hasn't uploaded them yet so you'll have to make do with Hannah looking cutely confused instead. I'm sorry its not as funny... who am I kidding...!
NB as a rollercoaster/any kind of sick inducing ride-o-phobe: Pleasure Island is my least favourite day. I stand there coat/bag rack supremo bored witless trying to encourage 9 years, "Don't go on the Alakazam you've just had a full tub of pick and mix".... "You know Josh, I'm not surprised you were sick, I told you not to, and no I don't wish to know its location should I wish to investigate the partially digested gummy snake!" (Just one particularly gross example from last year).  9-13 years are often utterly delightful, and at others... well see above.
Thursday night was the best evening. It was beach party themed. I was so proud of my best dressed tent. Emi-bobs inspired Idea to bring face paints too kept my busy with the little Kids all evening. (Camp leaders often bring their younger kids with them just for a holiday, some the older ones join in with some of the activities).

Anyway this week I'm running around elsewhere. And tomorrow I'm seeing Lucy-cakes. Woot! Me and "The Clothes-Plough" are off shopping dressed to the nines! Guess which shops were off too and I'll get you a Crunchie. (Depending on cash flow and avaliabilty of Crunchie... I may have eaten it for you...) 


Now I'm off to eat my bar of chocolate.
Ta ra!
Bethxx

I revoke yesterdays title...

...and beg instead that you take my cards snap them in 2. place them in 2 separate blocks of ice and bury them one at the S. Pole the other at the N. Pole.
Then lock me up and never let me in a shop again.
 Today I went shopping again.

It was an accident.

I was curious as to the standard of Shopping at Trinty Walk.

Its not bad.  The new standard of NEW Look is most acceptable. Hey even mum bought clothes there today. Its slightly bigger than Lancaster but not on a par with Leeds, (3 glorious floors!) NEW Look was fine. I used a gift card to  buy a smart watch. I love my Baby G but its not great when you're off out smartly dressed.

The problem lay in a store I have been in maybe 4 times before boggled at the prices and run away gibbering

I don't know why I went to Debenhams. But I did. I never even got to the Shoes.( I think I was after those shoes.)

I never made it past the beauty counter.
Urban decay to be precise.

I went in bare faced. No make up. I'm not entirely sure why I went out unmade up. I just did.
I came out made up and in possesion of purple eyeshadow and eyeliner.
The price. Waaaay more than my usual 2 quid in the Natural Collections at Boots.
But its awesome make up and as my mother said ITS NOT BLACK! My Smoky eyes have traditionally been well, sooty.

That wasn't the beginning of the Carnage.

First of all we went to Sainsburys.
I bought bedding and cushions >.<
Yes more cushions. They match my bedding.

I'm turning into my boyfriends mother.
He's in quite severe despair.
"I can't stop you...." "Oh you're such a woman"
Just a couple of his reactions.

In other news I made a flag!

My tent is going to be the awesomest. Particularly if Emibobs brings the Quality Street. (Don't worry if you don't get it, clicking the Quality Street starts a retrospective).

I'm going Camping tomorrow.

And my suitcase is still in the loft.

I am currently subscribing to the Santosh Ghosh Theory of Packing (henceforth to be known as SGP).

The SGP States that one leaves the blasted business until the very last possible moment then throw in anything that looks vaguely important. Anything that might be important that you forget other than money keys and passport can be bought latterly.

Right now, it looks like my only option.

Now I must go grovel to my shopping tutor and master Darth Shelf Raider that she may set me free.

Until ... I get back or find a quiet corner and 3G signal (a rarity in Lincolnshire, trust me I grew up there.)

Bethx

Take my card, put it in a block of ice and put I a freezer I don't know exists.

Today I went to see the amazing Amy G.

We found a particularly fetching pair of ear muffs.
Ah Primark!

We bought cushions for our house.
I bought a hat:

It was an impulse buy. I had a gift card. Its fine.
Sadly no one had bought me a Debenhams gift card. This deprived me of an AMAZING, Awesome, beautiful pair of heels, and a sale price I'll never see again. My heartaches. A lot :/

it was fantastic to see Amy today, |I've missed my mad house mate. We're getting very excited about our house, cannot wait to move in.

I went to Donny in the train.
Grand central.
A more epic train you will not see.

The table across the aisle had cluedo instead of monopoly

I wonder where the pieces are. I tried looking around the table see if there were any boxes of pieces. There weren't :/ I guess you ask the conductor.

 Any way I have to make my bed so I can get in to it
Night!
Bethx