I took this vacation for a change of atmosphere and I sure got it.. except in all the wrong ways.

On the second day of arrival I get such a bad cold that I couldnt breath properly. Had to miss ice skating and many shopping trips. Havent left the house in two days and Im absolutelly gutted. This was meant to be a liberating holiday and its all gone wrong! I have four days left and if things dont start to pick up soon im feeling a great depression coming on...

Miserable.

“You can't be friends with a squirrel! A squirrel is just a rat with a cuter outfit.” - Carrie Bradshaw

Taking Carrie's words and putting them into "man" context.
Can gorgeous men be trusted? The tried and tested rule says that "if you're attention is caught on whatever noice is coming from his mouth, then stay around. But if you're after getting a neck cramp from twisting your head in unnatural degrees to look at him - RUN."

But what is it about the thrill of a bad boy that even the most sensible and calculated ladies can't resist? Is it the challenge? Is it the risk? Is it the way, that in their arms, you feel weak? Or is it the way you feel hunger pains when they look at you? Could it just be the adrenaline?? The reasons are limitless.

The male species in question are like a rollercoaster. The initial excitement and adrenaline as you're waiting in the queue to get on the ride... turns into butterflies as the cart takes of...climbing higher up the rails...then you hold your breath when you reach the very top and.... WHOOSH! Fireworks and party poppers go off in your heart as you're racing through the loops. Your brain is doing laps inside your head and you can hear it screaming "Whheeeeee!"...Then the cart stops and your ride (if you excuse then pun!) is coming to an end. Relief follows a tingling sensation which - unless you wet yourself - can ony be the sweet feeling of satisfaction. And then you keep replaying the scene in your mind, and thinking "Wow...when can we do that again?!"

However, you're not waiting for a text from the rollercoaster the next day... And technically, neither are you waiting for one from HIM - you're restored to your senses enough to know that aint never happening! But you're still secrectly hoping. And you might not exactly be particualry keen on the lad - but hell - you wouldn't say no to a second go the thrill-coaster! (Or third... or fourth for that matter - if you ever get there!)

The important thing to remember is - keep your pride and dignity. Let yourself be chased. He did it once, and if need be, he'll have no problem doing it again! Oh and for the ladies, remember, HOES BEFORE BROS sister!

“Men who are too good looking are never good in bed because they never had to be.” - Carrie Bradshaw

I'll leave that one up to you

Yours truly.

Edit - And sometimes, in the rush of the moment, you do silly things which might come back and bite you on the bum. Its like bending the rules. The things is, they usually snap right back in your face.!

OH MY GOD - you know you've commited a crime against all things wonderful when you pick up your mp3 player and find it covered in a fine layer of dust...

There's so so so so much I want to write in this thing, but between school, homework and my new 'intensive social life' I seem to barely have time to switch on the computer these days.

We're now into the third week of 5th year and with the JC results out and the classes finally sorted for good, I'm quite happy to have ended up in Mr. Raymonds maths class - he's the most adorable tiny bald man I've ever met :)

I think I'm gonna do just fine.