So it's Christmas soon and I'm feeling less like the Grinch and more like Rudolph. The food and alcohol is stocked, plenty of warm blankets on my bed and I'm good to go. Not really appreciating the FREAKING COLD weather I might add. I've got my legs rested on the heater and I'm still freeeezing. Come on central heating.. do your thang. Got all presents wrapped but they'll have to wait until the 30th when I venture up to Wales. I have a feeling me and Becky will end up sat by the doors but it's all good, we're kind of used to it.

My Grandad has given me a book about correct English grammar randomly which is actually quite helpful/interesting but is putting me off reading 1984 which I will start tonight. I really hate reading when it's not for fun and when I don't have a time limit.

I really ought to stop updating this blog with pointless ramble but I will appreciate it when I'm older and want to live my youth again. Not that it's very exciting.

So many University interviews in January which are bothersome and scary. I even have to take an entrance exam for 2 of them. *gulp* I assume it entails something to do with feature writing. A voice test is also being done in Gloucester Uni so i'm fookydooked. Oh well. As long as I get an offer from Solent I'm a happy bunny.

I keep hearing weird things in the attic.. I hope for goodness sake it's not a bat or something scary. It almost sounds like a child. I really don't fancy meeting my evil fish-head eating twin up there so I'll just assume it's a bird or something.

As I'm writing this I received a big bunch of flowers and a moonpig card from my mister. I'm so blooooody lucky and happy it's untrue. :') xx

Anyway, enough of my rambling. I think I'll do a Christmas blog in a few days if much has happened (which it most likely won't). Heh. Merry Christmas my lovelies. xxxx