America.

America. For just under three weeks. Monday. Excited.

This is the last full day I'll be at home for a while. I'm sure going to miss my bed! Tomorrow, we're travelling down to my cousins house, in order to be nearer the airport for when we fly Monday afternoon. There is still so much to do, yet I've been sat in my room with my cat watching films and television programmes on my laptop. We've not even started packing yet, oops. The flight will be around eight hours, so we'll arrive at 8pm UK time, but since the time difference is five hours, we'll be going back to 3pm in the USA, which means hello jet-lag. I always get a bit apprehensive before flying, especially on such a long flight.

Normally, people go away to have a long and relaxing holiday. This certainly won't be happening in America. If anything, I might as well be going on holiday for three weeks to the gym, but in heat. It might be torture, I'll have to see how I cope. I don't really handle heat well, so we'll see. We've got many things to do everyday, to make the most of our time in America. Since it's so expensive to go there, this is only my second time which I've been. I can't remember anything from last time, since I was only eight years old, but I do remember thinking it was incredible. No other holidays have ever quite beaten America. I just hope it lives up to expectations, as I've got very high hopes for this holiday.

Disney Land is on the agenda. This means meeting many of the characters and getting their autographs. Disney Land also gives me the opportunity to take lots of interesting photography, such as the famous Disney castle which is featured at the beginning of every movie. The best bit will be experiencing many of the rides which Disney have to offer. It's going to be such a good experience. Roller Coaster wise, America are way ahead of the UK. I'm also incredibly excited to go to Universal Studio's in Orlando, home to the world of Harry Potter. I'll get to go in the castle, go in Olivander's wand shop, and go to the Weasley's joke shop. There are also a few rides which are quite a mystery, I'm not really sure what they do, so it'll be fun to see how they've adapted to make a Harry Potter ride.

Going to America also means food, and lots of it. I'm just hoping that I don't come back a stone heavier, yet with the humidity and the heat being so high, I think most of my energy will be going on keeping me awake. America is one of my favourite places in the world, and I can't really believe I'm going back again, it's been over eleven years. The next time I go may be eleven years later, with my own family and children, which is quite a strange thought. I know I'm going to love every minute of this holiday, it's incredibly special as I'm going with eight members of my family, three of those are children. This therefore gives me an excuse to act like a child and get away with it. I know I'm going to miss friends from home a hell of a lot, since I won't really be able to speak to them very much. Yet I know they'll be there when I get back, hopefully anyway!

Women.

There are many different types of women, which is not a bad thing of course since everyone is born to be different. Some women are incredible role models, for example Emma Watson. She is recognised as being incredibly classy, beautiful and clever, which is obvious as she's now studying at Oxford University. She doesn't represent any sort of fakery, such as fake tan, extensions or false eyelashes. I admire her because she embraces her natural beauty, and she doesn't feel the need to "dumb herself down" in order to make the opposite sex like her. She has a talent (acting) and she's good at what she does. She achieved her dreams at the age of 11 because she worked hard in order to do so. She is respected and likeable, and most women I know want to be her. Surely this is how women would like to be portrayed?

Sadly, it doesn't seem so. Take a night out for example. Most women dress to impress, but for all of the wrong reasons. They only want one thing, which is to "pull" someone, usually a guy which is also only interested in one thing. In order to do this, fakery seems like the best option. To some extent, fakery can be beneficial, but the women which annoy me are the ones which take fakery to the extreme. One example is hair extensions. If done properly and they look realistic, I don't have a problem. When they look tacky and obvious, it's best to just leave them out. Some women seem to think it's a good idea to plaster themselves in fake tan, and think it's attractive to have patchy skin. Why?! Surely it's better to look natural and to have a tan which looks like you've just come back from your holiday, instead of looking like you've been "tangoed". To show off their patchy skin, their shortest dress makes it's way out of the wardrobe, so short in fact that they might as well just be wearing underwear. Yet again, why?! I've asked many guys their opinions on this, and they all seem to say the same thing. If women wear more clothes, the guys have to use their imagination. They tell me that classy women are much more attractive, and are less likely to have slept around as they don't portray the image of being "easy and available". Guys like a challenge, so try not to make things to easy for them.

So where do I fit in? I never go out in order to try and "pull" someone. Of course I want to look nice to some extent, but with some form of classiness. I tend to avoid the hair extensions, the fake tan and incredibly short clothing, because none of those things represent me. I'm not naturally tanned, I don't need or want to use extensions, and I don't want to have the majority of my body out because it gives off the wrong impression, and I would be incredibly paranoid all night. So why give the impression of someone what I'm not? The majority of my female friends seem to think in the same way as me, they think natural is better and classier. This doesn't stop us from getting death stares by the fake girls on nights out, and to be honest I'm not sure I'd like to know what they think. It just goes to show that image does count for something, and if I'm going to meet someone who's going to be in my life, I'd like to give them the right impression.

1st August 2012

It feels like a while since I last wrote a blog post, but I don't really have anything to say. Nothing very interesting anyway. At the moment, life is pretty content. It's pretty much like a waiting game. I'm waiting to go to America on Monday, and exciting as it is, I've got a feeling that it could be quite stressful at some points. The plane journey for example, dreading it. 8 hours is a long time to be sat doing nothing, so we'll just have to see how I get on. It'll all be worth it though, because I know when I get there I'll be diving into the arms of Mickey Mouse, hell yes. The heat is also slightly worrying me, because I know it's going to be absolutely insanely hot, as in to hot to move. I seem to struggle in heat, so that should be an experience as well. I know that I'll look anything but attractive! Not much chance of me finding my Disney's Prince Charming in America, ah well. 

At the moment, I'm quite missing my independence. I got used to living on my own whilst I was away at Uni, and it's strange to come back and lose the majority of my independence. My car Poppy keeps me going though. I've only cooked once while I've been at home, and now I'm getting worried I'll have forgotten how to. It'll be strange having to get back into the whole routine again, it took me ages to figure myself out when I started Uni last year. I know now that I'm a completely different person to who I was when I first started Uni last year as well, and it makes me wonder if I'll change anymore. I guess living in a house will allow me to gain even more independence, I even reckon I'll probably end up maturing even more. It won't be like halls where there are people everywhere, just having fun, such as water fights in the hall way and mattress surfing down the stairs etc. Now we've got the responsibility of looking after a house, no maintenance to come and save our asses like last year. It's a strange thought, but I'm sure that I will get used to it. 

I still reckon I'm trying to find myself in this world. I've started thinking of possible career ideas, where I could live, and what I'm going to do after Uni. It's quite strange thinking of such serious thing, as when I leave Uni it'll be the first time I've been out of education since I was about 3. Then I'm plunged into the real world, what the hell am I going to do? Scary, but that's just life. Freshers is coming up, and that's making me really excited. A week of going to mad parties, getting drunk and lying about in the day doing nothing pretty much equals a student's heaven, just saying.