Christmas???

Is it really that time of the year again? Seriously?
After consulting a calendar I can confirm that today is in fact the 18th which means there´s only.... ONE WEEK TO GO!!!
Time these day, eh? It just speeds by and there´s no one with a remote to pause it. The thing is, this year it doesn´t feel like Christmas. Apart from the fact that here in Spain you usually spend the festivities sipping lemonade by the pool, this year the place reserved for my Xmas tree is empty and bare. Where are the sparkling light and shiny baubles that spread happiness and cheer? No, I haven´t gone green and decided that xmas is too consumerist! Intrigued?
I would like to announce, ladies and gentlemen, that this year I´m spending Christmas in England! How exiting is that? I´ll go shopping (a lot), and eat cake and turkey and chocolate and play in the snow... Ahh! What heavenly thoughts

Today is the day of our flight. So can´t wait! Although there was a little mishap concerning that. We risked public humiliation as we arrived at the airport yesterday after rushing around all day and grabbing things last minute, to find out suddenly that it was in fact today! I know, I know! How dreadful and embarrassing is that? But still, at least we weren´t a day late.... Hopefully we´ll manage to get onto the plane today!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!

HELP!

A few months ago, I lead a simple life and I was happy as larry. I didn´t have a care in the world (that´s not strictly true because I would sometimes worry about missing a TV show). But anyway, you get the picture. So what exactly could have made my life turn from a relaxing haven to a manic road full of traffic, with loads of side streets and no map. At least that´s what it feels like.

The answer is simple. The school I used to go to, was a cute little building nestled in the mountains, surrounded by palm trees with beautiful views of the mountains, and the sea.... I know that doesn´t necessarily mean it was a good school. But take it from me,  it was. Me and my (disastrous) classmates (who have already wreaked havoc at our new school) were really lucky and privileged to go there. On top of it all, it´s one of the only primary schools that keeps children up to thirteen. But of course, this year, we were all collectively moving on. It was going to be somewhere new, exiting, where we could meet lots of new people (spending your entire life with the same lot of people does have it´s consequences)... But I mean, it was only a quarter of an hour down the road!

So, at the start of the new semester I woke up extra early (we all have to be at the bus stop at seven thirty), preened and pruned, picked out a "cool" outfit and arrived at the bus stop smelling of a large amount of perfume. In actual fact, I won´t go into that story because I still haven´t even begun the one I´m supposed to be telling you. All you need to know, is that no one turned up and it was all because I hadn´t heard that on the first day you didn´t go until twelve o´clock, and I was really annoyed, bla bla bla...

So, back to my road packed full of traffic. I realised from the moment I arrived at my new high school, that things were a lot different there. "We´re not in Kansas anymore" as Dorothy would have said.
I really enjoyed getting to know new people and soon enough I had a group of friends and everything seemed to be going so well... But of course, that was the first week. Everyone was just weighing the new ones up. The second week was a different story. And I can sum it up in one word: boys. And lots of them, everywhere I look.

Yep, I started getting quite some attention. At first it was just one or two. But now, as the weeks have gone by, I´m just bombarded constantly with cheesy little lines of "Wanna go out with me?" or "Is it me, or is it really hot in here?" I know, I know, how terrible is that?! So yeah, at the moment things are pretty worrying. I mean, is it possible that in two or three weeks I´ve learnt more life lessons than in the whole rest of my life? And I´m not exaggerating when I say that at least two boys a day ask me out.

The thing is, what do I do? This has got to stop. And I know what I´ve gotta do. There´s only one thing for it, I NEED a boyfriend now!!! That´ll make them all go away, the whole lot of ´em!
So, why not not go out with one? you´re thinking. Okay, so this week I´ve already been out with two. But each time I get to the accorded place I think, "Oh god! He´s not as good-looking as I thought. In fact, he´s ugly!" or "What is he wearing???" or "Why has he got a flower on his motorbike?". And then I have to spend an hour pretending to have fun or chatting with them.

The thing is, I already like someone. Like as in really like like. You know what I mean, right? It´s just that I didn´t want to use love because I think that´s a tad too serious. It´s more like a crush. This very cute blonde guy on the football team. (By the way, I don´t usually go for footballers)
Does he like me? Apparently. Or at least that´s what they said when we met properly at a party (I´d already been eyeing him at school!). But it isn´t as simple. He´s only new round here, and just getting up onto his feet (not literally). And on top of it all he´s very shy. Which makes him even more adorable. But so am I which = no chance unless it´s a miracle. Which is sad, I really like him. But I will stick to my principle that the boy has to ask me out, not vice versa. So, I guess I´ll just have to put up with the whole palaver, at least until, well, you know...
I desperately need a map to guide me through these dark and difficult times. (Sigh) What is a girl to do??? You tell me!

That dog...

Okay, so today I would like you to meet Mochi, my not-a-puppy-anymore.

Mochi is a right handful. But every puppy is hard work, right? You have to toilet train them, they are incredibly messy and ridiculously naughty. But sooner or later, they grow out of it. Or at least that was what I thought...

Mochi is probably know in my village for being the nightmare dog. He drives our neighbors crazy! It's not surprising really, as he just saunters into their houses as if it were his own, barks and screeches when he sees their cats (that he then tries to attack) and eats their budding roses and shrubs.

The thing is, it's so hard to be mean to him! Because he's absolutely adorable, believe it or not! The thing with dogs is that they don't care who or what you are. They don't care if you're rich or poor, if you're pretty or not. All they want is an owner who will look after them. They want to be loved and love back.
Thinking about it, I don't know what I'd do without him...

Arghhh! He's just scrambled out of the gate and escaped! Someone GET THAT DOG!

The worst Halloween ever. Officially...

On Monday, the thought of Halloween made my tummy churn with excitement. However today, I could not feel more differently. The mere thought of fake fangs and tacky skeletons makes me cringe.

It was organized that me, Ile (my best friend) and Elly would go out on Halloween and have a simply spiffying time. We would dance, sing and trick or treat to our hearts content. We spent a whole day preparing everything to last tiny detail. This was going to be the best Halloween ever! Or not...
Looking back, I realize we should have made the most of the costume hunting and planning, as that would be the most fun we'd be getting.

On Monday, I spent seven torturing hours at school daydreaming about handsome vampires and sweets of every shape and size.
We met up, as planned, at six o'clock at Ile's (quarter to seven in my case. Since when have I managed to arrive early anywhere?). We calmly got ready and into our costumes (furiously and rushing in my case). And by seven, we were out on the street in all of our Halloween glory. If only we'd have know, if only...

Ile and Ellie then decided to drop the bombshell that we would be accompanied by a "special" guest. Their friend Soraya had begged and groveled on her knees to come to our exclusive little party until they finally had said yes grudgingly.
Five minutes later, Soraya appeared in her reportedly "fantastically creepy" outfit with... her little baby brother trailing behind?
"It doesn't matter." we all thought in unison. "We'll still have a blast."
After an unbearable and scarily long ten minutes of gloating about her "amazing" outfit Soraya asked (or demanded more like) if we would go with her to buy some pineapple. Pineapple? Excuse me, did I hear right?
"It's just that my mum's a bit constipated. It will only be five seconds." What??? Was this girl for real?
"I suppose we could always go over the road and get it." said Ile.
"Oh no. We have to go to Mercadona." she told us. Mercadona, as it happens, was a supermarket on the other side of town.
This was gonna be a long night...

To be honest, it's too painful to carry on. Our perfectly planned wonderful Halloween was slowly going down the drain as Soraya came out with more "quick" things she HAD to do. By nine we were already shattered and tired. No one our age was about as they were all at the really cool party that we had been invited to. Obviously we hadn't gone because of, well, you know who.

We ended up gloomily traipsing home with no sweets (as we'd already devoured the measly little treats we'd managed to get together) and terribly painful feet. We needn't have bothered with super funky high heels. The oldest boy we saw was probably no older than seven.

But surely, there's one good thing, no? Well, we were together at least. The bad things? Everything else. There's no denying it. It has been the Officially worst Halloween ever. But, I'm sure that once my blistered feet have recovered I'll be able to see the funny side. And hopefully we'll all be able to laugh hysterically about it soon. I hope.
Until next year it seems...

Inside a teenage girl's head

Okay, so I've wanted to do this for a while. And I've finally found the energy and time gone ahead and done it!
So... lets take a deep breath, calm down and get ready to plunge into my head.   On your marks, get set... READ!

Do you have a nickname?

Everyone calls me Camilita. If that counts??? Probably not. It's quite possible they call me that cause it's my name!!!

How would you describe yourself?

I'm bubbly, pensive and quiet (but not shy).

Would your friends describe you in the same way? If not, how?

They'd probably say I'm smiley, studious and funny, I think.

When was the last time you cried?

When my brother fell down the stairs. I laughed so hard I nearly wet myself!

What is the biggest lie you've said?

I told my sports teacher I had a sprained ankle and didn't do P.E for about five months. Shame that he asked my dad how I was and found out the truth!

Do you believe in love at first sight?

I'd like to think I do!

What was your first kiss like?

Don't laugh, but I haven't has a proper first kiss. I don't think playing “spin n' kiss” counts, does it?

Do you have a boyfriend?

Not yet... Hahaha!

Who was your first love?

I'm not sure that I've been in love.

Have you done anything you regret?

Loads of things!!!

Have you got a special talent?

I can play the clarinet and I'm quite a good cook.

Tell us the weirdest thing about you

I enjoy eating raw onions.

What is your favourite food?

Apple crumble with lots of vanilla ice cream. Yum yum!

What is the strangest or most disgusting thing you've ever eaten?

Rabbit?

Are you afraid of anything?

Insects in general.

Who do you have a crush on?

A boy who sometimes goes on the same bus as me. He is GORGEOUS!

What person do you trust the most?

My dog. He can't speak...

What is the best compliment you've received?

A boy once said to me that I was special and was the love of his life.

What would you like to be when you're older?

I would like to be a journalist. Heaven...

What was the last thing you dreamt about?

That I was on a paper cruise. Weird, huh?

What is your lifetime wish?

To write a good buck and get it published. Actually, to be honest, I would just like to live a happy life.

What goes through your head when you wake up on a Monday morning?

Oh no! Why? Oh why?

Do you like high school?

It's OK, I suppose. I mean, I'm lucky enough to have the opportunity to get a good education.

Do you get along with your family?

Yes. Sometimes things get a bit rocky, but only occasionally. Thank goodness!

What person do you hate the most?

Anyone who deserves to be hated.

What is your favourite type of music?

I like pop but I am in love with country music.

What is your favourite song?

There are so many! But I do really love “fix you” by Coldplay and “Our song” by Taylor Swift.

Who and what makes you laugh?

My friends and You've Been Framed.

If you could invent something, what would it be?

Non calorific food!!!

Is there anything you would like to change about yourself?

I'd like to be a bit taller. But apart from that, I'm happy.

Do you consider yourself popular?

Not really. Everyone's my friend and you know, I like to think people like me. But I'm not the next big thing or anything!

What is your greatest strength?

I'm quite good at making decisions and convincing people.

What is your greatest weakness?

That I'm rather shallow.

If you could change your name, what would you call yourself?

I don't really want to change my name, thank you very much!

Have you ever stolen something?

A hair grip. I forgot to give it back!

What was your most embarrassing moment?

A few things come to mind. Like when I fell flat on my face once in the playground. I'd had been really cocky before about how fast I could run too!

Do you have a bad habit?

Whenever I go on the computer or read a book, I start sniffing. Don't ask me why! I'm doing it now...

What is your biggest secret?

I can't tell you! It would be a secret then!

What don't you want anyone to know about you?

Do you really think I'm going to say? He he!

If you could relive one day, which one would it be?

Any Christmas day would do just fine!

What was the worst day of your life?

Whenever I trail around Ikea with my parents is hell.

Have you ever had a nightmare? What was it about?

Yep. I'm a baby in a cot and witches are coming out of a dream catcher that's hanging above me. My mother is screaming...

What is the scariest moment of your life?

I once went into the village cemetery on Halloween.

Have you ever written a love letter?

No!

Have you ever received a Valentine's present?

Yes. A ring, letter,s a box of chocolates...

What is one thing you want me to know about you?

That I am a nice person, if I do say so myself.

Have you ever been on a diet?

Countless times!

If you could be anyone in the world, who would you be?

I would be J.K Rowling.

Have you ever cut yourself on purpose?

Yes. Once me and my best friend cut ourselves to sign a contract with our blood. I nearly fainted. Come to think of it, I probably did.

What is your favourite film?

Harry Potter and the deathly hallows. Me and my best friend cried hysterically for about two hours afterwards! Marley and Me is so cute, Flipped is really romantic. And did you really believe I wouldn't mention the Titanic?

What is your favourite book?

All of the Harry Potter books! I am in LOVE! Twilight is also quite addictive.

Have you ever been drunk?

Slightly. Shh! Don't tell a soul! I know where you live...

Have you ever wanted to commit suicide?

God bless, no!

Do you collect anything?

Jewellery. I can hardly fit it all in my room. I'm quite a magpie!

Are you happy with the person you are becoming?

I think so.

Are you happy with your life?

At the moment, yes. Tomorrow, I don't know...

Has this quiz been VERY long and annoying???

Yes!!!

Remind me why I'm doing this again? (For nothing apparently)

Dieting, that all round nasty, dirty word we all detest so much. Why?
From a young age we're bombarded with the image of perfection, bikini clad pin-ups in all their bronzed glory, beautiful models with their perfect tiny waists... So it's no surprise that we want to be like them, especially after looking in the mirror and finding countless imperfections. But (sadly) the truth is, we can't.
What the difference? We're real, they're completely fake.

So do we spend our lives feeling sorry for ourselves and trying out all the latest "miracle" diets? Well, we could (and do)! But why should we?
Did women find their independence by starving themselves? Did Marie Curie win two Nobel Prizes in physics and chemistry by looking slim? The resounding answer is no.

Yes it is good to be fit and healthy and it's rather nice to have a good figure. But we shouldn't be as shallow as to let ourselves be ruled by all that nonsense. The truth is, there's a lot more to life than skinny legs.
So don't be silly and go and get that bar of chocolate you're dying for! It can't sit in the fridge forever, can it?

By the way, have you heard of the Dukan diet? Apparently it works wonders...

Happy Saturday!

Good afternoon fellow bloggers!
Phew! Finally it's that day of the week again! Friday went on holiday and took work, worries, and... well, more WORK on holiday. (And a short one at that). But still, a holiday is a holiday and it's always very welcome!

Summer has come to an end, and this year, I'm feeling quite emotional. Another three months of happiness, laughter and, of course, sun has gone by once again. The thought of the cold, dark nights of winter that are to come isn’t very pleasant. The only thing that keeps me sane is that brand new, absolutely gorgeous coat that is waiting patiently in my cupboard. (At least this year I’m waiting and haven’t gone around in a fur coat in the middle of Summer!)

And although Autumn brings new prospects and fallen leaves on the ground, I have once more started my (rather lame) countdown until next year's bundle of fun. So, farewell Summer, until next year!

On a more positive note, there's only two months till Christmas!!! (I'm only joking!)
For now though, happy weekend!

Cami xxx