I love...

Laughing. Being happy. Dermot O'leary. Pausing the tv on Dermot's face and everyone getting annoyed at me. Topshop on Oxford Street. Topshop in general. Actually, shopping in general. Private jokes. Partying. JP Chenet WITH lemo. "Gold Scchhhlllaaag." Saying FML. Saying FMAL. Saying FYL. Saying FYAL... you get the idea. Pimms. Red grapes. Mango. The number 3. Having secrets. Chace Crawford. Gossip Girl. Desperate Housewives. Smiling. Catching up with friends you haven't spoken to in ages. My friends in general. Nandos, just not the one at Castlepoint! Bbm. Holly Willoughby. The X Factor. Cheryl Cole. Simon Cowell. Louis Walsh. Louis' Limericks. Nat's amazing impressions. Followed by my pathetic attempts. Volvic touch of Strawberry water. Scadding's hugs. Being stunning. My Stunstuns. Over using the word stunning. Over using the word babe. Having butterflies. Kurt Geigers. Katy Perry - California Girls. Rapping along with Tinie Tempah. Doing the Rudegirl dance "Up and out. Guns." Bella. The fact she’s missing two hub-caps but still looks stunning. Blogging. Legally Blonde the musical. Playing music really loud. Understanding jokes so people don't have to explain them to me. Giggling uncontrollably. Being naughty. Jazpups. Fake tan. Mandy's chicken cous-cous salad. Sexy Sunday lunches. Being the first to know gossip. Then telling everyone. Toy Story 1. Toy Story 2. Toy Story 3. Spanish Buzz. Marley and Me. Crying at soppy films. Not crying at soppy films when everyone else in the cinema is. Laughing because I'm obviously a cold-hearted slut. Booshing. Hoisting. Heat magazine. Perez Hilton. Updating my facebook status. Birthdays. M&S' Caterpillar cake. Percy Pigs. Doing the teapot. Hula-hooping. Gaga Sandwiching. High 5 Scuba dive. Britney Spears. Peter Andre. The Sound of Music. Mary Poppins. Anything with Julie Andrews in it. Starbucks. Stun fun. New York. SATC (1 not 2). Dubai. Diamonds. Louis Vuitton. Slobbing in Uggs and a hoody. The smell of petrol. Cute little baby ducks. Holidays. Having a full tank of petrol courtesy of mum and dad. Making snowmen. Feeling comfortable around people. Bang bang shoes. Reminiscing. Strawberries. The sunshine. The Sun newspaper. Celebrity gossip. Taking make-up off after a night out. Single Ladies song and video. Being hilarious. Going out for meals. Drunk texting. Cringing the next morning. Spooning. Lie ins. Long late phone calls. Talking to someone for hours when it only feels like ten minutes. Screaming. Howling along to songs in Bella.  Being excited. Knowing someone so well they know what you're thinking/can finish off your sentences. Working hard and achieving things. Being spoilt. Disgusting pictures, because they hold the funniest memories. Shopping in Liverpool. My Burbs.
And lastly, I absolutely bloody love, just being me (and thanking my lucky stars I'm not Lindsay Lohan!)