I'm so lucky.

I know I complain about a lot of stuff, but I do know how lucky I actually am. I am at university on my way to getting the best career that I can - even if I don't actually know what career that is. I have an amazing family that do everything for me. They give me not only what I need, but what I want too. I have some of the best friends that people could ever wish for. They are there for me when I need them and always provide a shoulder to cry on. I also have the most wonderful boyfriend. He does everything that you wish for when you want a boyfriend. He ticks all the boxes. I'm so lucky, even if sometimes it doesn't always feel like it.

Nondescript post.

I haven't really got much to mention since I last wrote, but I don't want to get behind. I went home on the 18th, and it was one of the nicest weekends I spent with my boyfriend. Went went for Tapas on Friday (which was lovely, never had it before but I plan on having it again). Then his mate came round and we watched a film and just snuggled up together all night and I fell asleep on him during Despicable Me. Saturday night we had dinner with his family and did the same again. Just sat and watched DVDs, including Early Doors, which we both love. Then Sunday we went Christmas shopping and bought him some Christmas decorations for his house, just like a married couple. I know it's the most basic sounding weekend, but those little things that we do are my favourite things. He stopped at mine Sunday night because I was back at university on Monday, and in the morning I had to really hold my tears back because I might not be seeing him for about a month now. It's such an awful feeling, that ache you get in your heart when you can't see the person that you want to see the most. Don't get me wrong, I miss my friends and family loads when I'm away, but I yearn for John. I miss being able to fall asleep and wake up next to him. It's my most favourite thing about being home. I cannot wait for my Christmas break, because I get to spend loads of time with him and even live at his house for a while because my parents are going away and I don't want to stop in the house on my own. Unless I have a party with my friends one of the nights :).

Other than that, I'm back at university now. Starting to get ready to do more assignments though two have been pushed back until after Christmas which is excellent news. I'm not stressing as much now. And doing my assignments makes the days go quicker until I get to go home and see all my favourite people again.

For the first time since I was about 12, I'm looking forward to Christmas.

Remembrance/Armistice Day.

I've just finished reading an article about a ban on a Muslim extremist group that burned poppies on last years memorial day.

I am in no way intending to be racist with this post, I just want to state my views.

I just don't understand how they can be so disrespectful. If it wasn't for the people who died in that war for this country, as far as we know this country wouldn't be how it was today. Yet, they choose to live here, do they not? Don't protest something that is so much part of British culture and then complain about how this country 'treats' you if you're going to continue to live here. Even if these protesters were born in England, there is nothing stopping them moving to another country if they feel that this country is so terrible.

I just feel like if someone who was an extremist here, e.g the English Defence League, it would be dealt with in a more severe way in other countries.

Yes, we've banned the group. However, as I read in the aforementioned article, it is believe this group has just to continue to rename itself every time it has been banned.

Make a choice: live here, and respect the culture and the heritage, or move.

Seems simple to me.

I feel so stupid.

Seriously, this essay is doing my head in. I feel so stupid because I simply cannot fathom what to write. I have all my ideas, quotes and sources ready to go and I cannot put it all together to make a good essay. I always do it to myself. I overcomplicate things, then over-think them and then cannot write any ideas down even though I'm pretty sure that most of what I'm thinking is write because I've double checked with everyone else who is doing the same question as me.

I can write this blog no problem, I love writing. However, as soon as it comes to writing that I know is going to be assessed I stress myself out and I just cannot bring myself to write anything because I'm so scared of failing. Even though I've never failed anything before. I know I'm not stupid, but I make myself feel it so often that I'm not so sure now. It takes my brain a while to fully process concepts and while everyone else is happily writing away, I'm sat making plans and still trying to grasp the ideas.

:'(

Unnecessarily soppy post.

I love my boyfriend. I realise this more and more everyday. We've been together almost two years and I've never been happier. He's the boy that you see other people wishing they had.

He tells me I'm beautiful, gorgeous and sexy. He sends me lovely texts. He looks after me when I'm sick. He isn't afraid to tell people that I'm his girlfriend. He lets me cry on him. He makes me laugh when I can barely smile. He lets me rant. He pays attention when I'm talking about university work. He makes an effort with my family and friends. He spoils me. He never makes me do anything I don't want to. He's always there. He's proved himself trustworthy. He's one of a very small minority that I can open up to- if not the only person. He de-stresses me. He said he'd always wait for me. He said he wants to be with me forever and marry me.

He's my world.

I love him in a way that defies comprehension.

Society.

Some people today really make me question today's society.

Earlier today I was walking to the shop with my friend and there was a used pregnancy test just discarded on the street. I mean, really, what is wrong with people today? You wouldn't just leave a pregnancy test in the street, whether you were pregnant or not. I realise that not everyone is like this but some people seriously disgust me. Like I was in my shopping centre the other day and there was a used condom on the floor! It was awful.

What has happened to society? No one seems to care about anything any more. They don't care about themselves, other people or the world around them and it really irritates me sometimes.

I realise that, yes, sometimes I don't care about what people think about me but some people are just oblivious to rules and norms. It's worrying. People who don't have a job, nor ever seem to want one. How can they function, I don't know what if I didn't have the prospect of a future or something to do in life. I realise they get money for nothing but it's almost like they don't have a purpose in life. How can you be ok with that?

Sorry for this rant; all caused by a used pregnancy test!

Budapest aftermath...

So, I'm back from Budapest. I had a really good time, despite thinking that I probably wouldn't enjoy it.

We walked a ridiculous amount of miles. We saw the Palace, Parliament buildings, St. Stephen's Basilica and went to The House of Terror. It was all really interesting, but The House of Terror freaked me out a little bit. Well, it'd freak you out knowing you'd been in a house where thousands of Hungarians had been tortured and killed during Nazi and Soviet Union occupation. Yeah, very creepy.

What else?

Oh we went to Széchenyi baths. It's like a natural spring thing. I went into the sauna and actually burnt my feet on the floor, that was awful. I also had to buy a hideous swimming costume because I forgot to take one because I wasn't originally planning on going. It was awful, so unflattering so I felt even worse than I would've done if I'd taken one of my own. The bath's stunk inside because of the sulphur. If I was more hungover I would've vommed!

Oh yes, the night before I was absolutely hammered. I had a dance off and threw up in the club's toilets. I'm a classy bird I know. It's not my fault; red wine is the devil. It was so good to get away. Me and John had some lovely moments and I loved every second with him.

The only thing I didn't like was the lack of sleep, my feet hurting and the flights. Other than that, it was all good.