You're so vain, you probably think this blog is about you....

Evening readers, and welcome to the Friday late night edition of my blog. Seeing as it is after the watershed I will swear as much as I effing like. Weeeyy! Hahaaa.

This time last week I was writing (trying to write, I'd been drinking wine) a blog on how I don't experience the 'Friday feeling' anymore because my uni week consists only of Mondays and Tuesdays. This week however it was "reading week" so I took the opportunity of going to do some work experience with my friend Vicki seeing as she's the editor (ooh la la) of Bournemouth, Southampton AND Clapham's dv8 magazine (check her out! She's well famous... just not as much as me!) So anyway that meant work everyday, so in theory this week I should have experienced that 'Friday feeling', but I'm not sure if I actually did because I way enjoyed my time there and didn't really want to leave?! But anyway onto someone much more important than Vicki, someone who reads my blogs and has literally begged to appear in them, *I bet a lot of you are thinking about yourselves now hahaa* anyway today's blog is going to be all about.... DUN DUNNN DUNNNNNN *lowers the lights and creates a drum roll with my fingernails on the laptop*

MATT MORRIS.
Yay!! :)

There we go biatch, you've been mentioned. So that's it... byeeeeee :)

Hahaaa only joking let me tell you all about Matt. I have known Matthew for several years as we work at the same place but it was only last year that he moved sections and became my boss. This was a good day. I like Matt. He is a babe. I draw him pictures/write him little letters and he repays me by trying his best to let me have days off when I need them. I think this is fair (my pictures are amazing and my letters are filled with love.) He makes me laugh just by looking at him (he reminds me a little bit of a giraffe, he's very tall and scrawny) and I enjoy talking about hotties with him. If a potential hottie walks into the shop, I give Matt 'the eye' and he'll check him out too and then we'll either give the thumbs up or down! I also like Matt because he says I remind him of Holly Willoughby. This is one of the nicest compliments ever, I love it and I love him. I also like the fact he can eat 3 kitkat chunkys in a go, and not put on a single pound. (I say I like this about him, when actually its more envy.) One thing I don't like about Morris is the fact he smokes. I tell him he stinks and that his lungs and veins are being clogged up with tar, he just rolls his eyes at me because he's heard it all before. I only nag him because I care and I don't want him blackening his lungs. So there we go thats Matt (and hopefully mentioning him in this blog will shut him up!) I'd also just like to add that I like the other two babes in the picture, Mark and Leanne. They too are very nice.

In other news and back to the more interesting subject of ME

* I have run out of effing strawberry water, and I am not impressed. First thing tomorrow morning I'm going and stocking up. I plan to buy about 10 bottles.
* It is also payday tomorrow. This month I am going to be good, I will refrain from shopping as much as I can and actually try to be sensible with ones money this month.
* I really want a pancake.
* I deactivated my facebook. I lasted two days, which is 1 and a half days longer than Vinton. Result!! But then I realised how else would I inform you all of new blogs, so obvs had to get it back!
* I really wish I had been lucky enough to go and see Gaga at the o2 tonight... way jealous of all the little monsters who are partying the mad biatch now. Sigh.
* Having watched the Halifax advert with their radio station on it, I've come to the conclusion I'm glad it isn't real because it would possibly be the worst station ever (apart from Fire, which plays songs OVER and OVER again. I learnt that this week at work experience, we kept saying "Omg its that song AGAIN!" So today we did a tally and Katy Perry and Timbalands new song was played 4 times in 6 hours, Jls was played 3 times as was Cheryl Cole and Alexandra Burke!)
* I'm also really pissed off at half of my phone book. I rang them up in PURE excitement having just received an email and wanted to scream down the phone to someone, but did any of them pick up? NO. So instead I screamed to my mum. Pfft learnt to answer your phone, dick'eds. (Sadly Matt Morris was included in the list of people who didn't answer, I told you he wasn't all good!)

I think that'll be all for tonight blogbabes, I'm off to carry on watching Jonathon Ross then I'll get back to the disso.

Nightttt xo

P.s. http://thesnuggiesutra.com
... I have a snuggie. ;)

P.s.s this is funny, watch it. :)

Tweedy please

Good evening petals and how are we all? Terribly sorry about my lack of blogging recently, I've been a busy little bumble-bee with alcoholically influenced shenanigans, work experience, dissertation writing and whatnot so haven't really had the time to drop by... until now! Cooieee *waves* :)

I know it's predictable but I couldn't care less, it's my blog and I shall write what I want. So I'll open today's by congratulating Chezza Cole (hopefully to soon be Tweedy again, even though Cole defo sounds better anyway I digress..) Having arrived back to the UK just earlier today she officially announced (through Twitter, clearly a babe) that she was separating from Ashley (note the words separating not divorce. Hmm interesting choice.) The short statement, issued at 4.15pm, said: "Cheryl Cole is separating from her husband Ashley Cole. Cheryl asks the media to respect her privacy during this difficult time." As Heatworld would say "She's finally dumped the chump!" Yay let's just hope she sticks to it! And just for the record Cheryl "Weak? Limp? Lifeless?" that's not your hair babe, that's your soon-to-be EX husband! *fingers crossed so tightly I fear my blood might stop circulating*

This morning I drove past this new way swish looking park and if it hadn't of been raining/I wasn't on my way to work experience I would have jumped out and played on it. Seriously it looked amazing; stuff the rotten rusty swings I was bought up on. Kids these days have all sorts of exciting looking frames, I hope they effing appreciate them. I'd love to spend most of my days down in snazzy parks, such as the one I found today. I may be nearly 21 but I'm still a huge kid at heart, and quite frankly what with all this grown up stuff like dissertations, work experience and genuine work slowly taking over my life, I'd love nothing more than to let off some steam in the park, but I fear I'd look like a social reject/pedo, so I'll stay clear. Sadface. I also realised today that I have become obsessed with Volvic sugar-free 'Touch of Strawberry' water, I've been drinking it for ages but it's slowly dawned on me that it's all I'll drink (well non-alcoholic anyway). And in more useless Emma information today I matched my blackberry to my coat; both were leopard print. However one was made primarily of sparkly crystals and the other was of fur... I bet you can't guess what one was what! Ha!

I know it hasn't been the longest or most interesting of blogs but I have a dissertation to write and having not written a single word yesterday I don't think Coralie (I've told her to shout at me to write it!) would let me off anymore! (She says I get 3 strikes then its detention. Sadface) But before I head off to my glamorous world of celebrity and privacy matters for the disso I have a question for all of you, I've been writing about LFW for this month's dv8 and came across a picture of the Saturdays on Fashion for Relief, and I fell in love with Frankie's dress, but I can't seem to find who designed it, so if anyone knows, please do tell! Thanks babes. Love and stuff xo


UPDATE: It is now ten to midnight, and having said earlier that I was going to write some more towards my dissertation I not only went and did it *gasp* but I actually enjoyed doing so *falls to the floor in utter shock* In fact I enjoyed it so much, I'm still writing. Just thought I'd take a break to add this crazy fact onto today's blog. What the hell has happened to me? I'm sure when I awake tomorrow I will have returned to normal and hate dissertation and uni work in general once again *phew*

The evolution of my Weekends

Today is Friday and I sadly didn’t experience that ‘Friday feeling’, and I haven’t for quite some time now. Mainly because I haven’t had a ‘proper’ (9am-3pm Monday to friday) timetable since my school days (and it’s been nearly 5 years since I left those behind… woah.) Back in those days I used to love Fridays, it meant the end of the school-week, we were another week closer to half-term/summer holidays/leaving all together and it was more importantly time for the weekend. Off we’d all go down to Redhill park (me dressed in my Juicy Couture tracksuits) for some cheeky WKD’s and thinking we were the dogs bollocks because it was obviously SO cool to get drunk in a park (it only took one small bottle) and absolute bonus; it turned our tongues blue! Lovely! Life couldn’t get any better! If we were being really daring we’d go down to the town centre and wonder around there… we were crazy! And why I never got an Asbo is beyond me.

Before the exciting underage-drinking-down-the-park-and-wishing-I-was-Paris-Hilton days when I was just a young nipper the weekends were literally the best thing ever. I’d wake up on Saturday and watch SM:Tv. Oh yes, every week I’d ring up and try to get onto ‘Wonky Donkey’ I’d never have the answer and I’d never get through but that wouldn’t stop me from ringing in again next week! I’d laugh away at Chums and basically just love life with Ant, Dec and Cat. That’s what Saturday mornings were all about, and even better was that I had the exact same tv that they had on the opening credits. I was too cool. It would also normally involve a trip to the park (minus the Wkd, I was only about 7) or seeing the family. And also probs see my Grandad who would give me a kitkat and a fiver without fail. He was a true babe. Then if I was lucky I’d have a party to go to. I’d wack my snazzy party frock on, munch on some jelly and ice-cream, chase some boys, pass the parcel around, get super hyper on lots of sweets and fizzy drinks, and then be totally zonked out by about 8. Man, those weekends were insane!

After the school days were the college ones and those weekends were always 'interesting'. I wasn’t old enough to legally go out but I had the ID to pretend I was. I kind of miss waiting in queue wondering if they’d fall for my ID and think I really was my next door neighbour’s cousin, it was a lot more fun that knowing you’d definitely be allowed in! And even if you didn’t get in somewhere, you could always count on Bliss to let you in, ID or no ID! I spent many a drunken Friday and Saturday night there, and actually haven’t been back since turning 18. I think these were my craziest of weekends, I didn’t work Sundays so those were spent in bed watching t4 and then I’d go into college and have English first thing on the Monday morning, I was regularly still slightly under the influence and the stories I had to tell were incredible, well either that or I wouldn’t remember a thing!... and as you can see from the picture my English skills weren't affected by my routinely weekend alcoholic intake at all...

Nowadays my Uni week only consists of Mondays and Tuesdays (I am 100% not complaining) so this has resulted in Tuesday becoming my new Friday and "Tuesday feeling" just doesn't work really. I do actually quite miss having that “Friday feeling” knowing you’d ‘slaved’ (not sure if I’d call SATs or GCSEs slaving away anymore, but it sure as hell felt that way at the time) away all week. I’d damn well earned that naughty Wkd down the park. Nowadays though I’ve become so accustomed to the student way of life, waking up whenever (often with a stinking hangover), watch some trashy daytime tv (I personally love it), go shopping thanks to the student overdraft, go out and party, and then back to waking up. It’s like a vicious circle, apart from it isn’t vicious, its effing lovely. Possibly the greatest circle ever! My whole week has become a weekend.

Last weekend (the actual weekend, Saturday) I awoke from my pit feeling a little worse for wear (rose wine is just too tempting even though I know I’ll regret it the following morning, and yes I have upgraded from a bottle of Wkd to a glass of rose now, nothing but class me!) “What are you going to do when you finish uni Em? Have you started applying for jobs?” there was no “Good morning Em, how are you, would you like me to make you a nice grease-filled cooked breakfast to ease the pain of your hangover?” Oh no it was *bang* back to reality, yeah great thanks for that dad, my little student bubble that I have happily been living/floating around in for the last 3 years is reaching its end and my parents aren’t going to let me forget it. “I don’t know. Where’s the paracetamol?” I replied. How on earth am I going to go from this ideal way of life to fulltime 9-5 work, having to pay bills, rent and other grown up stuff like TAX? Shudder. It makes me feel nauseous. The day my mum and dad start asking for rent will be a bad one (it’ll also the day I move to my Nan’s!) Having said that though, give me the right job and I’m all over it *hint*hint* HEAT!

I apologise if this hasn't made much sense, I’ve been sipping on rose whilst writing this (it helps get my creative juices flowing/I way craved alcohol/I've been waiting for everyone else to get ready and was bored) but now I’m off to carry on with the rose seeing as everyone else is finally ready (about time jeez I've written a whole blog) and enjoy what time I have left in my own little-easy-student-my-whole-life-is-one-big-weekend kinda world. I plan to party hard… and no doubt pay for it tomorrow. Yay! xo

The Brits

I was sat in a 3 hour photojournalism seminar which was all about war and propaganda, but the topic somehow got onto celebrities and how all the general public care for nowadays is celebrities (yep that’s me) and how we’re not overly fussed about politics (me again) when Tash found a picture of Lady Gaga arriving at the Brits. Oh how we laughed (silently obviously, we were talking about war and looking at really disturbing pictures where guts were splattered everywhere and body parts were disfigured. People would have thought we were disturbed laughing at that.) She looked effing hilarious. I quickly turned to twitter to see all the celeb journalists tweeting on who’s arriving and what was going on. This was when my excitement for the Brits fully kicked in.

Having made it home at 7.47 with just 13 minutes to spare I found my spot on the sofa and made myself comfortable for the nights viewing the 30th anniversary of the Brits! It started with Lily Allen who came in on a rocket. I loved the song, I’m just not overly keen on her but it was ok. I wasn’t majorly fussed by it all but I thought she was a weird act to open on. Anyway then out popped Peter Kay. Cringe. He looked like the suit he was in was about 2 sizes too small. Spice Girls won the first award of the night for most memorable performance from the Brits in the 30 years it’s been broadcast. I squealed thinking that VB would be there. What a muppet! As if she’d be there, sadly it was just the 2 who crave the spotlight more than the others. Step forward Mel B and Geri. Who then also came out later to present awards individually as well (I’m thinking the person who was booked the celebrity award-presenters should be sacked).

The main winner of the night was Lady Gaga. I’m a fan, I was happy. I was also ecstatic that she won an award (can’t remember which one) over Taylor Swift. Ha. Anyway back to Gaga, she was nominated in 3 categories and walked away with all 3 awards. Good going Gaga! She won International break through Act, International Female Solo Artist and International Album. On accepting the last award she became rather teary and seemed genuinely shocked and over-whelmed having won all of them. Anyway stuff the awards, let’s talk fashion. Oh sweet mother of Jesus she didn’t disappoint. She was dressed in a white lace swimming costume, which had one leg. She also wore a huge wig (that apparently smelt like wet dogs) that reminded me a lot of Barbara Windsor. And on her face she had a lace mask that had been designed by Alexander McQueen; she also dedicated her performance to the designer.

Another big winner was the JLS boys! Hot. They won two of the awards, Best Single and British Breakthrough and boy were they chuffed. They literally ran/skipped/jumped/excitedly floated up to the stage to collect their awards! As would I if I won a Brit to be fair (no chance of that happening with a voice like mine though… hell no straight to the Grammys! Ha!) They were looking on top form in matching grey suits *swoon* and for their performance they were looking just as good in more casual attire *swoon again* Favourite part goes to Aston who slyly *rolls eyes* lifted his top several times to flash his ripped chest… it made me laugh but I know one person who was definitely loving it (Oh Hiya babe, get that filthy thought out your head…!!)



There were some funny moments throughout the show, one of them being Liam Gallagher throwing the Brit award he had just won for Brits Album of the last 30 years into the crowd. Oh right well I’m sure we’ll be seeing that on ebay sometime soon then! A favourite moment of mine was when Alan Carr came out and presented an award. He mentioned how he was wearing different glasses because he’d snapped his other ones. I wish he’d worn the ones I gave him at his book signing last year… that would have been funny! He gave the award for best British single, which JLS won and he did the little ‘Beat Again’ dance. I love him. He can do no wrong. Another funny presenter (although not as good as Alan, obvs) was Jonathon Ross who came out dressed looking like a twat to be quite honest. He looked ridiculous, but it was funny! Baggy jeans, a hat, chains etc, he claimed Dizzee Rascal had styled him! He gave an award to Gaga who went up to accept it with her tea-cup and saucer she famously took onto his show when he interviewed her. Genius! I also really enjoyed Jay Z (possibly the coolest man to walk this planet) and Alicia Keys performance. Flawless. Loved it, just not her hair. It was nearly as big as Gaga's!

My personal favourite moment of the evening and there's no surprises here, was obviously the babe that is Cheryl Cole. If you don't like her/like people who like her please skip this paragraph. Yes she mimed. Get over it. Whether you like it or not you cannot deny that her performance was one of the most anticipated of the whole evening. And I for one thought it was extremo brave to get up on the stage and be there, let alone sing her ironically titled song 'Fight for this Love' and actually Cheryl if you're reading this (you never know, stranger things have happened) don't fight for that love, please just ditch him. You can do, and deserve a lot better. Anyway back to her performance, it was a remixed version with 'You've got to show me love'. She opened it looking a lot like MJ and then changed halfway through into a little black number whilst continually busting out some major moves. I loved it, but I love her so there we go :) The only thing I was a bit peeved about was the fact she didn't dump him live on air. That would have been priceless!  After her performance, host Peter Kay quickly quipped ''Fight For This Love, never a truer word spoken.'' Sadly the performance was all we got to see of her as she kept herself very much to herself (I'm not surprised with people like Kay making comments like that!) She cancelled all backstage interviews, didn't enter via the red carpet and generally kept a low profile until her performance. She also controversially didn't wear her wedding ring *good sign* sadly though she was spotted wearing it on a flight to LA earlier today *bad sign* Oh Cheryl please see sense and leave him!



Anyway although I was super jealous with all the tweets coming in from the lucky people there sat at the tables and at the aftershow party, I was snuggled up in my slanket eating pancakes. So it wasn't all bad!

As for today, it’s been pretty uneventful, Mr Sunshine made an appearance which is always nice, I popped up to uni, came home painted my nails and sorted out my wardrobes. I have way loads of clothes but whenever I go to choose something to wear I can never find anything. Why is this? I also decided to give up crisps for lent, I did chocolate last year which was a killer but I managed it by binging on sweets! Today however, I started craving crisps around midday, so munched on some snack-a-jacks (defo not as good) so it’ll be interesting to see how this year works out! I have faith though, mainly because I’m doing it with my mini-me Louise *waves* Anyway with that said I’m off to dream about crisps *sigh* Night xo

Valentine's Day Review (the movie, not the actual day!)

As mentioned in last night’s blog I ended my Valentine’s Day by going to watch ‘Valentine’s Day’ at the cinema… what a coincidence! Luckily for me I had the best date going, step forward Natalie Fish! After purchasing our own weight in popcorn and ridiculous amounts of sweets (we needed something to lob at the sickly loved-up couples) a tango (because it’s orange obvs) to share with two red straws… (Whoever said romance was dead, clearly didn’t know us) we sat down in our seats and waited for the film to begin. We were ready and we were excited because we’d seen all the adverts which made it out to be the best thing since sliced bread. I mean they had a ridiculous amount of huge names to star in it, oh hi Ashton Kutcher, hiya Anne Hathaway, hi Jessica Biel and Alba, hello Jamie Foxx etc, etc, so obviously the expectations were high. Too high…

I'm sorry but I'm going to have to start with the one thing I genuinely HATED about it, just to get her out the way... Taylor Swift. Gross. Go away. I do not want to see you ever again. She played the annoying, american, ditzy, idiotic, bit-of-a-slut-but-I'm-still-a-virgin teenage girl. I say 'played' but she was blates just being herself, which she quite frankly did awfully. Stick to the country singing Swift. Actually no don't stick to that, run away and hibernate so I never have to see you again. Ergh. Moving on...

Besides from Swift's dialogue there were some freaking hilarious one-liners in amongst the rest of the rubbish script. The first one that caught my attention was "The closest relationship I have is with my Blackberry." YES. Loves it! Then there was one which caused myself and Nat to literally howl with laughter "I'm gay and I'm gonna play!" Our laughter caused the couple in front of us to come up for air and stop sucking one another's faces to glare at us. (I disliked them more than Swift!) Then there was the line "Err, that's my water" and the "This is the busiest day in the year for phone sex... surprise!" and lastly "Is it my height? Coz I'm going to grow!" Don't get me wrong, these moments sure did make me giggle but to be honest apart from these lines there wasn't that much laughter going on, which was a shame!

I can't really go into the plot; it would get a little bit confusing. It was a lot of storylines all in one film, with them all somehow linking together; think 'He's not that into you'. Thinking about it though all the different plots were pretty much the same, start with happiness, go through some sadness and end on more happiness. How original *rolls eyes* Subsequently the script nor the storylines were great. The majority of it was predictable, minus a couple of moments which took me totally by surprise. It looked like they had blown their whole budget on getting the cast and didn't have enough money to pay someone to write a script so kind of just faffed about with it. Big mistake. It could have been SO good.

At the end and having watched it all, I left the cinema feeling a little cheated. It had been advertised as being directed by the same man who did Pretty Woman, so the stakes were high, but the film wasn’t. For me the film had too many stars and too few laughs. They had such a good cast and they could have done so much more, but because of all the names they didn’t really have a chance to properly focus on any of them. (There was too much Swift and not enough Kutcher for me personally!) As I said earlier it reminded me a lot of ‘He’s not that into you’ and ‘Love Actually’. However, give me Love Actually over either of them any day. C’mon the Brits!! I went expecting so much and I really did want to love it and it broke my heart that I didn't. However having said all of that I'm now going to go backtrack on everything I've just said and tell you all that I am actually glad I saw it (!!) especially on Valentine’s Day, it was the perfect viewing and I don’t think I’d want to watch it on any other day, it would be a bit like watching a Christmas film when Christmas has been and gone. There was nothing too depressing and nothing too romantic. Thank goodness! And actually, yes, I would recommend it. But only if you're a chick-flick lover! Like I said there were a couple of twists in the storyline that took me by surprise and made it worth sitting there for 2 hours, oh that and the fact Ashton Kutcher was involved. Hello! Although I felt I had earned him, after all I was having to put up with Taylor Swift *shudder* at the same time! (I cannot emphasis how effing annoying she really was!)
Overall I'd give it ★★★ (I would give it 2 and a half but I can't find half a star?!)
It also finished on another corker of a line “We’ll end it with 3 words: Lets. Get. Naked.”
… which would lead me onto Britney, seeing as that’s practically the title of one of her songs… but that’s a whole other blog and I’m tired… Night xo

P.S. A note for everyone... apparently the lights come on at the end of a film, so if you're planning to hide from a load of loved-up smoochy couples don't wait around. It doesn't work. Just leg it!!

14.02.10 ... possibly the best Valentine's Day EVER! ♥

Good evening everyone, and a very Happy Valentine's Day (better late than never?!) to you all. I hope you've all had lovely days filled with love (or plenty of alcohol and laughter for us singletons! Wooopla) I for one have had a lovely day, even though I spent the majority of it at work!

I awoke to breakfast in bed (nice touch, thank you) And was then spoilt with some gifts the main one being a PINK SNUGGIE! Yes I am now a snuggie-owner and its pink. Hooorahhh! (He's obviously an avid reader of my blog and saw how I wrote about it the other day... and in which case: Thank you Kian ♥!) I was also given a box of happy hippos, a lovely card, some roses and a bottle of my favourite rose... So I was off to work with a super-happyface!

Having arrived at work and having wished everyone I passed a Happy Valentine's Day (even some old man who was mumbling to himself outside the store - I told you I was in a good mood!) I was informed that there was a card for me. Must be from Dermot I thought! Hahaa I effing wish! The red envelope said:

"MY LOVE EMMA JAYMESUN. PLEASE PASS THIS ON (SUNDAY)"

Ha well obviously my first thought was 'Jaymesun' what the hell hahaa that is an original way of spelling my last name! And my second thought was that it was going to be pure cheese... I opened it up and I wasn't disappointed!

"Valentine I'm all weak with wanting. I'm dizzy with desire. I'm passing out with passion" was written on the front and inside "Because baby you light my fire."

This alone had me in hysterics, and I hadn't even got to the good part yet! A piece of paper was folded inside so I opened it up to find a poem, possibly the best poem I had ever read/will ever read. And here it is, in it's full glory... (Oh and in case you didn't know, my part time job is a checkout girl...)

Emma without knowing you changed my world with a blink of an eye,

that is something that I simply cannot deny.

You put my soul from worst to best,
that is why I treasure you more than your chest.

Just like a bag for life you’ll never wear thin,

despite the fact people put them in the bin.
You really are an angel sent from above;
I wish you would care for me and shower me with love
Every time I see you I can’t help stop and stare,
there you are flicking your luscious brown hair.
You could give me a life that would be worthwhile,
it would be even better than your checkout smile.
You sit at your till and glamorously chill,
that’s why I’m so glad you’re rarely ill.
You could make my dreams come true
just by simply saying “I love you”
I have honestly found what I am looking for,
a checkout girl who gives much, much more.
I don’t need a green token coz you’re all that matters,
when you look at me my heart goes to tatters.
I wish we could talk till the end of day
but in work hours I best stay away.
The customers adore you it’s not hard to see why;
it only takes a twinkle in your pretty blue eye.


HAHAAAA I'm laughing to myself even now having read it over like 50 times! And they've even colour co-ordinated it! Literally the funniest thing EVER! I'm actually going to treasure it! And will the author please confess.. I'd really love some more poems; you rock!!!

My day ended with my most favourite Valentine of all: my babe, Nat. We went to the cinema to watch 'Valentine's Day' along with way too many grossly loved up couples. Seriously girls, why would you accept that on Valentine's Day? A trip to the cinema? Wow you lot are easily pleased! Anyway I'll write more about the film tomorrow, it's going to be a corker!!

Anyway I hope you've all had a fricking lush day, and I'll leave you with this badboy, it was actually taken after seeing JLS. I wore it because "Everybody in LOVE go put your hands up" Yes I know, I'm a sad act! Anyway it seems like the perfect picture to end this day/blog on!

 

Lots of love and BIG kisses

Em xo

Lee Alexander McQueen

Yesterday afternoon it was confirmed that Lee Alexander McQueen had tragically taken his own life. The British born, Londoner was known for his unconventional designs. He was also one of the most popular and sought after designers in the celebrity world. Stars who have worn and favourited his famous and individual designs included the likes of Victoria Beckham, Cheryl Cole, Naomi Campbell, Beyonce, Kate Moss and SJP. He also designed the outrageously amazing shoes that Lady Gaga wore in her Bad Romance video. Oh how I long to try those badboys on!

He really was a real life rag-to-riches story who proved that hard work and determination is all you need to get you where you want to be. Born and raised in Lewisham he went on to work as the head designer at Givenchy for five years before creating his own label; Alexander McQueen. At the age of only 40 he had already achieved such a lot in the Fashionista world, winning numerous awards and had been named British designer of the year four times between the years 1996 and 2003. The dress above was listed amongst the "100 Best Dresses of the Decade" by InStyle Magazine last year. Not bad going! 

I for one have personally lusted after one of his renowned creations for a couple of years. Unfortunately I have trouble affording Topshop at the best of times, so purchasing one of his dresses has never been an option. Sadface. 

It's always a shame when the fashion world loses one of it's 'Greats' and even-more-so when they are so young, so talented, such a one-off and when they clearly had so much more to offer. RIP.

The Hoodie Footie along with other Goodies...

Ok so yesterday I told you about how I'd quite like a 'Snuggie' but now I've seen this:

It's made from 'marshmellow soft fleece'.... If that doesn't sell it to you, I don't know what the hell would!!

Ladies and Gentlemen it's that time of the day that you've all been waiting for *yay* here's the next installment of.... *dun dun dunnn*
Emma's Favourite Tweet of the Day :)
Today's goes to Fifi Brown who said
"sultanas and apricots please remove yourselves from my cous cous, i did NOT sign up for you."
Oh my goodness, I SO know the feeling! I'm quite partial to couscous myself and I too hate the 'gunk' they put in it. Sultanas, apricots and courgettes are all picked out of mine. Gross.

Also my question of the day for today is: How do Jedward jump so high without trampolines?
Watching them on Alan Titchmarsh today (a lovely surprise after waking up from a little nap. Zzz it's tiring work being me!) and there they were jumping around. It got me thinking, do they have springs in their little feet? Because they jump SO high! It puzzled me... Answers on a postcard please my lovelys! :)

I also feel the need to speak very briefy about the whole TRASHley situ... Cheryl it's time to get rid. Seriously! I hear that a certain David Burke is interested and has lovely university accommodation that he's willing to share!

And I'll leave you with this beauty. In last night's blog/review of JLS I mentioned the moves they busted when performing 'Only Making Love' and how I wish I had been clever enough to video it, well someone out there was brainy enough and thanks to the invention of You Tube I can bring you this... Enjoy (I will!)



xo

P.S. It would appear that Clogs are coming back in to fashion. Shudder. You can 100% count me out of that one. (I'll no doubt be wearing a pair in a couple of months having said that now!) Gah. I'm such a fashion victim! :(

JLS

So as you all know, last night I went and saw the gorgeous guys from JLS. Now before I get started I want to apologise in advance for the quality of the pics. Blame 1, the blackberry for only having a 3.2 mp camera! 2, My drunken antics which killed my real camera and 3, Halifax for not upping my overdraft so I can afford another camera. Right onto JLS...

I'm not going to lie I was defo excited but when I got there I realised I wasn't nearly as excited as all these crazed 13, 14 and 15 year olds. It made me feel extremely old! Luckily there were other oldies around so not too bad! It reminded me of when I was that age and my obsession with Blazin Squad *cringe* ...anyway moving on.... The support acts were horrendous. The first were a group of 5 girls (one who had the biggest fakest boobs you will ever seen) and all dressed like goodness only knows what. Their entire outfits looked like they came from J.R.Fashions and just looked ridiculous. Then they told us their name "Phacebook" and no I'm not joking (I wish I was). They danced around the stage (all out of time with each other) whilst one of them sang the majority of the songs and the others went "oohh ahhh" and did the backing (they clearly couldn't sing.) It was definitely cringe worthy, but the best was yet to come. The closing line before they walked off stage. "You've been Bournemouth... and we've been Phacebook" and off they strutted. Err, ok then?!

Next it was someone called Stevie Hoang a guy came out started rapping so you'd think that was him right? No, wrong. Another guy came out and woosh "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" the screams began, all these youngsters obviously know who he was and loved him! Myself, Kayleigh and Jayne on the other hand had no clue and weren't really that impressed! Anyway they were both wearing sunglasses, very funny, and at one point Stevie took his off *cue a lot more screaming* He sung some Black Eyed Peas, bit of Lady Gaga and played Beyonce on the keyboard. Come to think of it, I don't actually think he sung any of his own songs?! Oh well. There was a girl somewhere behind us who kept shouting "Stevie you are so fit" hahaa, so me being me, obviously had to join in "Yeah Stevie you're well buff!" (Who said I wasn't down with the kids?! Oh and by the way, he really wasn't! Vom) He kept mentioning how he'd seen JLS backstage and every time those sacred three letters were spoken aloud the venue erupted into a lot of very high pitched screaming. I began to question whether I was going to be able to cope and whether my ears were going to make it. I mean if these girls were this loud at the mere mention of the lads what the hell were they going to be like when they were actually on stage. *Please Lord, have mercy on my ears*

After a break the time had finally arrived (although my ears weren't best pleased) the footage on the screen started; JB. Oritse. Marvin. Aston. JLS. The screaming was at an all-time-high and it was at this point that I decided "if you can't beat them, join them" so join them I did. I screamed and let out the little obsessed 14 year old inside me (she loved it!) The opening song was 'Private' one of my favs off their album. They were on top of some steps and were all wearing sunglasses (clearly been taking fashion advice from our old friend Stevie Hoang, whoever he was!) It was a good opening to the show, but I thought it was quite a weird song choice, but it worked nevertheless. After another song (Heal this Heartbreak) it was time for an outfit change. Hello white suits and an all round smarter look. They appear on the stage, and they each have a rose. Nice touch! They started to sing a song (I can't remember what it was, but it wasn't one of theirs) and proceeded to chose four different girls to give the roses to and serenade them. I wasn't jealous at all *rolls eyes*

One of my favourite parts of their show was the MJ tribute they did. Each of them sung a different song in an MJ meledy. It started off with Aston who popped out in black trousers a white t-shirt with MJ on the front, a flat cap and red braces... hmm interesting choice! He did a little backflip and then started singing "I want you back" Then out came Jb who sang 'Don't stop till you get enough' although most eyes were still on Aston as he was his backing dancer. (I feel a little bit sorry for JB, I didn't spy many yellow hoodies in the audience, out of everyone he probably received the fewest screams and he was actually kinda cute. Under-rated.com) Next out was Oritse who came out dressed in a read sleeve-less leather jacket (another interesting choice!) he sung Beat it and was busting out some good moves. Then came the hunk himself Marvin *swoon* "Hey pretty baby with the high heels on" *swoon even more* He was lush that's all you need to know *big fat major swoon!*

Let's talk fashion. The outfits were interesting, some right weird choices. My favourite outfits were the last ones mainly because Aston was wearing a really cute checked shirt (I'm a sucker for one of those). I was also a fan of the tops Marvin wore, the ones that didn't really have much to them, the ones with the really low necks (so low you can practically see his belly button) or the one with no sides. Hot. Now, I thought it was Oritse who was the 'hat-wearer' of the band, but Aston sure as hell gave him a run for his money in the show. He wore the weird old man style flat cap, a red beanie and a purple one. The purple one was ridiculously big and looked a bit like he had a condom on his head. Never mind hey! Another wardrobe malfunction was when Oritse kicked his shoes off by mistake, both of them! Whoops. He later ditched the shoes and carried on the rest of the show in just his socks. What a trooper! Along with the cheesy outfits came the cheesy conversation "Oh Bournemouth you are all gorgeous. Who's single?" "I've never seen so many hot girls all in one room" etc etc. It worked though, the screams got a lot louder!

They sang most of the songs off their album including their new single 'One Shot', 'Only tonight' and 'Beat Again'. Another song that they sung was Umbrella. I love their version, but I loved the backing video footage even more. Then dancing/posing whilst it was raining on them in their really tight tank tops. Yes please. Consequently I didn't pay much attention to their actual performance of the song I was concentrating on the screens behind them! Ha, my bad! Although it has to be said that my favourite moment of the whole evening was without a doubt their performance of 'Only Making Love' purely for the dance moves. Oh. My. Actual. Goodness. If ever there was a moment when you realise you actually HAVE to sleep with someone. That was it. Cor. The chests on show whilst they were thrusting their hips like I have never seen hips be thrusted before nearly tipped me over the edge. It was incredible!

They did what all acts do at the end, and gave a very blunt ending "Goodbye Bournemouth, you've been great" whilst running off stage. Oh what a shame its all over and they haven't even sung Everybody in Love. Sadface. Oh come on, as if that's ever going to happen! Cue all the 13/14/15 chanting "We want more. We want more!" No need to worry poppets they were back out within a couple of minutes. First out came the dancers in these creepy alluminous green masks and white gloves. It was actually pretty creepy for a show which was filled with young kids (or at least I thought it was anyway) *woss* then out came the lads who sung 'Beat again', again. And then finished the night with 'Everybody in Love', at which point I think every single member of the audience was in love. I for one certainly was!

Overall it was a really good show. They sang live and really quite well whilst dancing at the same time. Their moves were incredible (mainly the hip thrusting ones!) Cor they don't half know how to move. The backing dancers they had were also incredible. Although the outfits were cheesy they gave the audience a good view of what was underneath, result! Admittedly it wasn't the most entertaining of shows. I mean there weren't any dancing dwarfs or ladies being thrown up in the air and then caught like in Britney's circus and I felt it lacked in stage equipment but that's probably because the BIC isn't the biggest of venues. But anyway whatever they may have lacked in stage decorations they definitely made up for in 6-packs. So there were no complaints from me! Phwoar. I'm off to put 'Only Making Love' on replay and remember *those* dance movements. If only I'd had the sense to video it. I was clearly too carried away with the moment to think sensibly. Damn!

On a totally irrelevant subject I need to tell you all about the "Snuggie!" A few weeks back on Loose Women Carol mentioned something called a "snugglie" it's a blanket with sleeves. She was raving about it and said how everyone should have one. I loved the sound of it (sad act I know) and since hearing about them I have seen some pics on twitter with celebs wearing them. Here's Holly Madison rocking hers, and looking a little like a wizard!

I wanty!

(Although I'd rather a pink one!!)

Also lastly question of the day: Does ice-cream have a sell-by date?

Please let me know if you know! My babe Nat has just asked me and it got me thinking, and now it's quite frankly bugging me! We've come to the conclusion that yes it is dairy, but it's frozen so whats the deal? Help!

A WHOLE day without blogging.... GAH!

Today is Thursday. My last blog was written on Tuesday. This makes me feel slightly sick. In my defence yesterday was quite a jam-packed little day in the life of me. Sadly though, after what was an enjoyable day, I went to sleep feeling like I had forgotten something. I had a little blog-shaped hole in me that sure as needed filling up, but alas I was too sleepy to do so. I'm sure you all felt the same, my babeish little readers. And for this I apologise. But it's time to get out of the dark rooms you've been hiding in for the last day, wipe away those tears and rejoin society, because my darlings, I (and my blog) are back. Hoorayyy *waves excitedly to all those who are reading* (you best be waving back!)

Even though I stated yesterday was an enjoyable day I'm going to start off this blog with a little moan. Hopefully by writing it down it will help and get it off my chest. There I was driving along (I was off to uni) I was in quite a cheery mood, the sun was shining, my sunglasses are on and the Glee soundtrack was on full blast (even if you're not a Gleek, just imagine you like it for this please) I was driving on quite a popular road where there were cars parked either side and then I "met traffic" Now because I was in such a happy mood I thought "What the hell, I'll let these people go. I'm nice like that; I'll spread a bit of my cheer." So I pull in, flash Bella's little headlights and the car drives through and doesn't say thanks. Suddenly I'm not so cheery. Now it may come across like I'm making a big deal out of nothing and maybe I am but I've been bought up to have manners and it bugs me when people don't have any. A little wave of thanks can make a big difference and lets face it, it really isn't that hard to lift your hand to do it, is it? Carrying along the same road I pulled over two more times to be completely ignored by the drivers. No thanks whatsoever. So there I was, slightly annoyed, but life was still sweet as the Halo and Walking on Sunshine mash-up from Glee had just come on (one of my favs) when I saw yet another car coming. I thought I'd pull over once more and let the next car through, hoping that the driver would restore my faith in human-kind and would thank me for letting him go. And did he? Did he heck. Ignorant Sod. The fourth time of this happening in a row proved too much for me. So as he was driving past and it became apparent he had no intention of thanking me I beeped him, waved like an absolute lunatic and gave him the 'Emma-glare' from behind my sunnies.... After that I felt a lot better. :)

Actually whilst I'm on this topic I'm just going to moan a little more (feel free to skip this paragraph!) this time about manners in general. One of my pet hates (along with people who eat with their mouth open. Not only is this annoying but it's disgusting. Close your mouth. You are not an animal) are people who lack manners. Did your mums not teach you any? A little please or thank you may not seem much, but it makes a whole lot of difference. I was bought up to write thank you letters to family members after birthdays and Christmas, at the time it would seem tedious and I didn't like doing it but when I next saw them or spoke to them they would always thank me for it and say how lovely it was! If I were to give you something and not hear a "Thank you" (and this has happened on several occasions) I wouldn't be impressed and probably be tempted to snatch it out of your hands and walk off. If you don't have manners, trust me I'll pick up on it, and I will judge you.

Anyway rant over onto a lighter note; yesterday I lost my car. Now when I say lost, I mean I forgot where I had parked her. It was quite cold even though the sun was shining and I was wandering around this big car park without the foggiest idea where I had left her. (Note to self: Pay more attention to things) Anyway it then started snowing, not very much but it was snow none-the-less! I resorted to aiming my key in all directions and pressing the button in the hope I would hear her. No such luck. So walking up and down all the rows of cars it was then. It took 15 minutes but I eventually found her, got inside and wacked the heating on full and off I went. (I didn't give way to anyone on the way home!)

Yesterday's Tweet of the Day goes to 'Cheryl Kerl' once again (I seriously can't get enough of it, has me in hysterics everytime they update. I also try to do the accent and read it out loud!) Anyway this is what was said:
"Ah've bin oot ar an aererbics class t'neet. Ah put a gram on ovah Christmus eatin a malteaza an Ah cannat seem tuh shift it!"
Oh how I laughed!!

I also went to JLS last night, but that deserves its own blog. So I'll be back later with my own little review-esque blog :) Alan Carr has just come on itv2+1 on Loose Women, I watched it earlier but I love him so I'm off to watch him again! Catch ya laters xo

Tweet of the day..

I got a little carried away earlier with all the excitement and what-not. Anyway I forgot to do the ever-so-important

Emma's favourite Tweet of the Day...

Today's beauty goes to Jen Crothers (another Heat Goddess) who tweeted this:

"Hot topic in the heat office: Have you ever eaten a scab?"

Gross and so, SO wrong, but fricking hilarious! I obviously had to reply:
"WHAT THE?! Is this a genuine question? I was just about to eat a bowl of Special K but now I'm seeing scabs instead of cereal!"

I hadn't noticed it before but Special K have a horrible scab-look about them. Think I'll stick to cheerios for a while! Anyway, I obviously didn't eat them and instead thought about people genuinely tucking into their own scabs. Then I got thinking about people who eat other peoples scabs (at which point I was sick in my mouth a little bit). I mean that is seriously disgusting. But wow, what a tweet. And what a conversation! Oh how I long to work in the Heat offices...

Also it wasn't a tweet, it was a real-life quote but it sure-as-hell needs mentioning! Today in a three hour Photojournalism seminar Lydia turned to me and asked me the hardest question I have ever had to answer in my whole 20 years of life. "Who's your favourite celebrity?" FAVOURITE CELEBRITY? The one I love the most out of all the celebs in the whole frigging world. What a question! Cor it stunned for me a second, but then I realised it had to be VB. I told her and she looked a bit confused. "Phoebe?... what from friends?" Ha as if!

That's all cowboys. I'm off to watch Amanda Holden's programme about her being a country singer, cowboy hat and all! And then I'll try to finish my politics article. But let's face it that'll no doubt send me to sleep! Big. Fat. Major. Snooze. Fest. Byeeee xo

P.S. How AMAZING was todays date 9.02.10 ... Loves it!

I'm one excited little Heat reader...

Lucie Cave: the Executive Editor of Heat Magazine (aka my bible) tweeted me. Yes ME, little old Emma Jamieson. The journalism student who works part time as a checkout-girl but dreams of being a celebrity journalist (or a celebrity, I’m not fussy either way!) Crickey! What a turn up for the books that was! Get comfy my little blogettes because here we go!

Let me set the scene; there I was feeling a little sorry for myself and wallowing in my own self pity as I wasn’t getting any off anyone else (where’s Kian when you need him?) I still wasn’t feeling 100% and I’d been window shopping “computer-screen-shopping” and staring at THE classic Chanel bag for at least ten minutes, knowing full well I couldn’t afford it and that Halifax were never going to up my student overdraft anymore. Maybe if I just stare at it REALLY hard for a REALLY long time it’ll magically jump out of my laptop and onto my bed next to me? Alas, no such luck. So I turned to the thing that in recent weeks has become my BFF… step forward Twitter. There I was tweeting away about Glee and whatnot when I see a new mention of @emmybabee (that’s me by the way) and it’s from LUCIE CAVE. I screamed. My mum came running in. She looked terrified. Then she looked confused. “What are you screaming for?” “LUCIE CAVE HAS JUST REPLIED TO ME ON TWITTER I ASKED HER TO READ MY BLOG BECAUSE I MENTIONED HER OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.” (all said in one breath) “OH MY GOD LUCIE CAVE, AS IN LUCIE CAVE FROM HEAT MAGAZINE?” “YES MUM LUCIE-HEAT-MAGAZINE-CAVE.” …Cue perfectly timed and quite high pitched screaming together! (My mum is also an avid Heat magazine reader. What can I say, like mother, like daughter!) Anyway back to the story, after catching my breath and trying to compose myself, I fought through my excitement to attempt to read out loud what she had written “Ooh I shall have a gander. Thank you x” …Unfortunately the excitement won and I ended up saying “Ooh I sh-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” and continued to scream until I felt a little light headed and realised I could probably do with an in-take of oxygen. So I breathed. “Pardon what Em?” my mum questioned? I shoved the laptop in her face and pointed to what she needed to read “Lucie Cavie? At Emmy babe? Ooh…” (One thing I thankfully do not take after from my mum is her inability to grasp technology. Yes she can text but she sends them with these weird smiley faces, the ones you used when you were like 12. And yes she can surf the net for celebrity gossip and shopping, but give her Twitter and she’s clueless. As was I a few months back though to be fair… anyway I’m waffling..) “Gander what?” “My blog, I mentioned her the other day.” I replied. That’s when it hit me. OH MY GOD she’s going to read my blog. Please God don’t have any silly little spelling mistakes!

In the excitement I rang someone who I knew would listen and be excited with me. Tash; my fellow wannabe journo! She didn’t disappoint and seemed genuinely excited about it all too. Such a babe! Thanks Tash! I also want to quickly thank Nat and David for also sharing my excitement with me and listen to me waffle on and on about it all! Thanks babes! In retrospect I suppose it should be a little bit embarrassing that it only took 8 simple words in the reply, and here I am writing a huge blog on it, but it literally felt better than Christmas! Having updated my facebook status to “OMG LUCIE CAVE AKA THE EXEC EDITOR OF HEAT IS JUST ABOUT TO READ MY BLOG AND I QUOTE "@emmybabee oooh I shall have a gander! Thankyou x" OMGGGG NO BIGGIE. AAAHHHHH EXCUSE ME WHILST I RUN AROUND MY HOUSE SCREAMING!!” I gathered myself and tried to act how a normal sane person would. Massive fail! I was too excited, so it was back to running around the house screaming! I couldn’t believe it. I had tweeted her a couple of days ago with a link to my blog on the off chance that she might glance and see my name and then move onto her next message. Not once did I ever think Lucie Cave would read it and reply to me. I mean she works for Heat (not sure if I’ve mentioned that bit?!) she’s got to be way too busy for wannabe’s like myself!

You all how much I love Heat, I don’t need to tell you that (but I’m going to tell you again, regardless), you know the fact I’ve been subscribed for 3 years, that I have a stash under my bed (wow I sound like my younger brother. Although those aren’t Heat!) yes Heat is being discussed in my dissertation, and yes Heatworld is my internet homepage, blah blah blah. You already know it all. So I’m hoping you understand and accept my excitement seeing as I'm such a Heat-addict. Anyway she read my blog (which you guys, my little readers should also take as a huge compliment. You’re reading the same stuff as Lucie Cave guys, WOO congrats!) and thanked me for giving her the title for my first ever favourite tweet. Lucie, if you’re reading this *squeal* (note to self: check for spelling mistakes) you are more than welcome! Thank you for actually reading it. Wowee.

So there we have it, another very excited blog from yours truly about Twitter and the marvellous people at Heat. Also I would like the 8th of February to hence forward be known as ‘The-day-that-Lucie-Cave-tweeted-Emma-and-read-her-blog.’ Amen to that. And yes, I defo did print screen the web-page and set it as my desktop background. I’m sure Jedward would understand that anything involving Heat and one of their Editors comes first, so they had to go! And yes I did make that picture up there ^^ myself. I know, I know, my design is second to none! Well that’s it, I’m off to read my Heat magazine, after all today is Tuesday which can mean only one thing. HEAT DAY. Oh yes, life is sweet :)

P.S. I wonder how many times I’ve written Heat in this blog… quite a lot I’m guessing. Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat, there’s a few more to add to the total! Byeee xo

Vitamin D...

No words are needed.

Glee = ♥ + ☺ + ♫

That's all.

Valentines "Schmalentines!"

Bonjour, Mes Amis! (for all those who aren't up to my high(!!) standard in French that means "Hello, my friends!") There's nothing quite like the sexy francais language to open up a blog, wahey! It also fits perfectly with the romantic (that's debateable!!) theme of today's entry!

My week was kick started with 'This Morning' and their sickening 'Love Week'. *Oh jeez pass me a bucket* Now, don't get me wrong, Valentine's Day is nice and all, but a whole week of nothing but utter soppy-ness on day-time television is quite frankly unnecessary and a BIG turn-off. I mean in today's show alone, they were renewing vows, making finger food to feed to each other with and Darius was there singing some no doubt disgusting love song (but by this point I had had enough and muted it so I can't tell you what it was!) It wasn't exactly what I want to wake up to, but hey! Thank the Lord for Alexandra Burke on Loose Women after, phew! After that I then went to buy a smoothie for my poor sore throat and en-route (thats French for on the way!) I passed the Valentine's Day card section and thought I better purchase one. After looking through practically every single one of them I came to the conclusion that, Valentine's Day is the most ridiculous day EVER. The cards had me cringing like I have never cringed before (and trust me, I've cringed!) At one point I had to wipe actual tears from my eyes, it was too much. I was laughing inside so hard but had to keep a straight face as there were customers who were genuinely going to buy them! Some of the lines on them were literally horrendous. All this "You're the one for me" "I love you so much" "To the owner of the sexiest bum" "For the one I love" "You make life worth living" "I'll let you have the cover, if you let me have what's underneath it" and a personal favourite of mine "I love your soul.... (The body that it's inside is rather lush too)" Oh sweet mother of Jesus. Please have mercy. I mean seriously who the hell comes up with these? Whatever happened to just "Happy Valentine's Day" Gah! So anyway, *shock-horror* I left without purchasing one. Oh and I also forgot to buy my smoothie because I was too preoccupied in getting myself the hell out of there, for my own sanity.

Moving on from that somewhat distressing subject and onto what's becoming my favourite part of my blog and it's the second edition of... *dun dun dunnnn* *dims lights*
Emma's favourite tweet from the last 24 hours (or so..) *Applause*
I have a couple of favourite tweets today but they all come from the same person. That person being..... *drum roll, followed by a stupidly long pause like Dermot does on the X Factor.... yawn* It's the one and only Burke Babe! (@MrDavidBurke)
His hilarious tweets started last night. Whilst I was watching Dancing on Ice I became witness to something that sickened me to the core. Heather Mills hoof of a camel toe. Vile. Anyway I felt like I was about to vom and so naturally obviously had to tweet about it "Oh gah I wish Heather had got through this week, just so I didn't have to see the toe of all camel toes AGAIN. GAHHHH. Count me out!" A few minutes later and up on my homepage appears this "Can somebody help me, what is a camel toe?" from David, who had seen my tweet and was obviously curious about what I was referring to. A few more minutes later and another update "Oh So THAT'S what a camel toe is, that caused uproar to my replies haha. I asked because @emmybabee tweeted it and I got confused lol!" Hahaaa I was chuckling away to myself! He managed to swiftly move on from the somewhat awkward situation with this beauty "Moving on from camel toe-gate :P, what's everyone's plans for valentines?" Talk about being a Smooth Operator! Then this morning I saw this "Special shout-out to everyone to follow the upcoming blogstar @emmybabee, lovely lady! WOOP! Xx" This made me smile big time (my cheeks actually ached) and I'm hoping that being mentioned in a blog will do the same thing to you BurkeBabe! ♥ (minus the cheek-aching. That's not cool)

I was also introduced to an absolute time-waster of a game. But one that nevertheless literally amazes me (Thanks Louise!!) I've spent at least half an hour trying to catch it out and haven't succeeded yet... please let me know if it gets one of yours wrong! Basically just click on the English flag and then think of a person and answer the questions he asks you and he'll guess who you're thinking about! Freaky! There's obviously some technical and logical explanation for it but I'm too dumb to work that out so in my eyes its just pure magic! Have a go for yourself at
http://pikabu.ru/view/yetot_dzhin_ugadyivaet_lyubogo_personazha_kotorogo_vyi_zagadaete__19197

Anyway I do believe I have reached the end of another blog. So Au revoir, Ben a toit (Goodbye, see you tomorrow!) I'm off to go and listen to Girls Aloud - I can't speak French! (I had to google how to say goodbye, see you tomorrow in French! Gah. And that's coming from someone who got a B in their French GCSE! Shameful.) xo

I'd also like to thank Soph for ringing me twice in the last half hour but not saying a single word. Instead just playing Jedwards song down the phone! That's Spousey Love for you! "Too cold, too cold! Ice Ice Baby" J'adore. (I totally knew that one without even Google-ing! Proud!) ♥

'Blogsessed'

Evening all! Yesterday I was referred to as ‘blogsessed’! Now I’m not overly sure if it was meant as a compliment, but I sure as hell took it as one! :) Seriously though, I've really taken to and enjoy writing these blogs, but I love the fact so many of you enjoy reading them so much more! It’s actually begun to feel a little bit weird if a day passes and I haven’t blogged. And now when something interesting happens I tend to think *Oh that’ll go in the blog nicely later!* Thus, yes, I suppose the term ‘blogsessed’ portrays me perfectly! Genius!

I'm still suffering from my lurgy, so that's lovely! However sadly, unlike others, I don't muster up a sexy husky voice when I have a sore throat. Oh no, apparently I sound more like (and I quote) "a dog toy that's losing its squeak." Oh right ok, yeah cheers for that! The nickname 'Squeaky' or 'Squeaks' started back in my school-days and continued into college for a little while, but thankfully it died down and was replaced by 'Wag Emma' (naturally!). Well, that was until now. Gah! I also hate hate HATE looking ill, it upsets me more than the actual feeling of being ill. Waking up and seeing pure paleness, tired droopy eyes and the pink sniffly nose is not a look I hope for. At all. So I thank the Lord for the invention of makeup and fake tan, so no one needs to witness such horror. As discussed in a previous blog, I am a big fan of the fake tan, I like the orange look! Used correctly and it can give a perfect healthy glow. Used incorrectly and you couldnt end up like Anne Hathaway in Bride Wars! Major lols!

Seeing as in the last few blogs I started to include funny tweets from 'Cheryl Kerl's' twitter I thought I'd start a little section on my blog to report on any funny Tweets I've come across in the day. So I'd like to welcome you all to the first ever edition of:
Emma's favourite tweet from the last 24 hours (or so..)
Today's goes to Lucie Cave (exec Editor of Heat mag) who tweeted:
"Went for a run this morning then had a sausage sandwich. That is possibly very much of a waste of time but i don't care."
One word - Babe!

Anyway I'm sleepy, hence it being quite a short blog. I'm off, Ta-ra xo

Oh no. I've turned into a 'Gleek'. Gah!

Hello there my darling blog-readers. This morning I found myself waking up coughing and spluttering. I know, I'm delicious! Conclusion - my over indulgence of all things vitamin packed and supposedly flu-killing medicines last night didn’t work, as the babeish cold I have contracted hasn’t gone. Yeah great, nice one. Thanks Beechams.... NAAAAT! Gah! Anyway back to the subject; this meant only one thing. Duvet day for me! Yay! So I got another hot ribena (mmm) I located my pink box of tissues, I snuggled back under my duvet and I started to wallow in self pity. This lasted a couple of minutes before I became extremely bored and hit up facebook. This too lasted only a couple of minutes before I became extremely bored, so I ventured over to Twitter. God bless it! This lasted several hours before I became bored (result!) so then I wondered to myself what I could do that didn’t involve a lot of energy to help pass the day? Online shopping, I thought. Genius. However lack of money stopped that from occurring, so then I went through the numerous television programmes I like to stay up-to-date with. Desperate Housewives – check. Gossip Girl - check. “Hmm” I thought to myself, think harder Emma. And that, my jolly readers, is where Glee came into it.

Let’s go back several weeks. *wacks out time machine* I’m ashamed to say that I had been cursing everyone who had been raving about Glee, the copious amount of status updates, the wall posts, the tweets, the adverts, the conversations. Oh it drove me insane! But alas, now I have become one of them, and I can’t wait for the statuses, the wall posts, the tweets, the adverts or the conversations. Bring it on! How hideously hypocritical of me! I did though (only down to curiosity, mind) tune in to watch the first episode purely because of all the raving adverts running up to it. However, I didn’t think much of it. To be fair though I don’t remember paying much attention (I probably saw something sparkle – easily distracted) but then as I was casually watching another repeat of Friends (seriously, how do they do it? They never get old!) I saw an advert for the next episode. I was hooked instantly. It was of a boy (who I later found out was named Kurt) dressed up like Beyonce with two girls behind him dancing to Single Ladies. YES. That is EXACTLY what I’m talking about. So I made a note in my mental diary, my brain (Yes I do have one, thank you very much. Although, admittedly it doesn’t often function correctly unless it’s remembering something way important like, I don’t know, the release date of SATC2) anyway I told my brain to remind me to watch that episode. And it did. And I loved it. And I didn’t want to admit it. But I did. (And I have again, very publically now, here on my blog.) Although I’m not going to lie, my attempts at the Single Ladies video remake are just as good as the one in Glee. The one in Asda, where people were stopping to take pictures of us and the one outside the Statue of Liberty in the snow wearing our green foam Statue of Liberty hats! Priceless! (For those who haven’t seen them, they are on my facebook page in the videos of me bit! Have a watch!) I found myself being taken away into this magical world where they all sung and danced away their troubles. And then I realised I was humming, tapping and bopping along; all of this whilst I had the biggest smile spread right across my face. And that’s when it hit me. I’d become a Gleek! It’s made me want to go into uni on Monday and just sing my little heart out whilst throwing some of my legendary shapes. Although to be honest that sounds pretty much like any old Monday at uni with me, so I doubt anyone would even bat an eyelid! So anyway I have caught up with the episodes I missed previous to the Single Ladies beauty and in one of them (I don’t remember which) there was a line from Kurt, which confirmed my love for all things Glee: “Every moment of your life is an opportunity for fashion.” Amen to that one sister.

So there we have it. Yes admittedly it took me several weeks to realise the serious error of my ways. But I am now 'outted' as an official Gleek (I mean if blogging about it doesn’t make it official, what the hell does?) and I couldn’t be happier. I’m off to find my sparkly dancing shoes, the plastic microphone I had as a child and start singing and dancing my way along the streets of Bournemouth. If you spot me and want to join in, please do feel free! *Da da da da da da da da da da. Just a small-town girl, living in a lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhereeeee. Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit, he took the midnight train going anywhereeeee. Da da da da da da da da daaaa* ... actually on second thoughts, I’ll leave that for when I’m feeling better, right now I’ll just settle with watching another episode! And, yes, you’ve all guessed it, I defo have started to watch it online! Stuff waiting for it to be shown on tv! Addicted? Slightly… *looks down* I mean, totally. Ashamed? Not. At. All! :)

xo

Oh actually, before I go and its totally off topic but I simply have to leave you with another tweet from the giggle-worthy Cheryl Cole twitter that I mentioned in yesterdays blog, here’s one from last night: “Wiv had a curry delivahd t'neet. Ash had beef madras, onion bahjee an pilau reece an Ah just had the fumes. Ah'm stuffed man!” Simply HIGHLarious!!