The Worst Winter Of My Life and Other Crap Nobody Cares About Except Me.

The biggest cold snap since 1995 is currently gripping the UK. Where I live is covered in slush and ice, it's horrible and I dread leaving the house. According to the news, later this week we should be getting more snow, and to be quite frank, if that happens I intend on relying on hibernation to get me through it. I've lost count of the amount of snowballs that have came into contact with my face and I've slipped over so many times that it isn't even funny anymore. Let's hope and prey (and I mean prey pretty damn hard) that this weather passes quickly.

I Care Waaaay Too Much About Chryed...

The wedding, oh my Lord, the wedding! I've never been more upset over a TV show before. I was literally in tears, yelling, "Why?!" at the the screen when Syed actually went ahead and married Amira. John and Marc were on top form and the acting was brilliant. I felt so terrible for both Christian and Syed, but for Amira too. Syed can't hide forever and it'll all come out sooner or later. Hopefully, sooner and a big happy Chryed ending will happen, thus fulfilling one of my Christmas wishes! Judging by the spoilers I've read, the New Year promises to be a good one, full of suspense and maybe another Chryed kiss! Can I get a 'yay' for suspense and a nice, big 'AWWWWW!' for Christian and Syed? :)

This is just a quick update really. I'm still waiting on that new laptop. Soon, dear readers, soon! Nothing of particular interest has happened recently, unless you count me getting obscenely drunk at a New Year party and discovering that people are far from what they appear to be. Hmmm, think on that one!

Peace out,
Bethany Louise.

Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan, The New Year and Other Things.

Last night, I heard the news that one of the greatest drummers ever to grace the earth has passed away. Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan, too many wonderful people are being taken away too soon. I send my love to his family, his friends and his bandmates.

It seems this year is some kind of curse for celebrities. I can't wait to see the back of 2009, it's been awful. First I lost my grandfather, then my beloved Michael. Then Steven Gately from Boyzone passed away too young, as did Patrick Swayze and now The Rev. Let's hope that 2010 is a better year all round. Speaking of the new year, I think it's high time I made some resolutions.

First, I want to cut down smoking, if not quit for good. Second, in 2010, I plan to focus a lot more on writing, and finish this damned fanfic off. Third, stop drinking and doing silly things whist drunk. Fourth, decorate my bedroom, and finally, take extra good care of my new laptop (when I eventually get my grubby little hands on it).

Moving on, how effin' juicy is the Christian/Syed/Amira love triangle getting in Eastenders, please? I'd like to see Syed dump Amira, then run away with Christian. Cliche much? Oh well, I think they make a fantastic couple. Amira's a self-centred cow, but it's a bit hard not to like her. Either way, I prefer Chryed completely. And I reckon Phil bumped Archie off too. God, I'm such a bore, rambling on about a soap. I'll end this here.

Quick Question: What is the true definition of a 'slag'? Is it someone who wears skirts and foundation and sleeps with dozens of people? I wear skirts and foundation, yet I'm a virgin. So I'm half of a slag? Hmm?

Peace Out,
Bethany Louise.

Hypocritical Much?

Chloe's been kind enough to let me use her laptop for this ultra-quick update, because I really need to get this off my chest. Here it goes:

So, as you already know, a few months back I was dating a boy named Andy (who was a, in nice terms, cunt). Well, I had this tradition of going to his house once a week and beside that, he used to sometimes join me and my friends when we went out somewhere. But some of my friends thought that I was 'seeing to much of him' and that 'I wasn't paying them enough attention'. So, the question I would like to put across is, why does this certain friend, who made me upset by accusing me of not spending enough time with her, have the sudden right to bail on me when we made plans, for her own boyfriend? I don't like hypocrites.

Anyway, I feel slightly better now. Sorry about the mild rant, I just needed to let that all out.

Peace out,
Bethany Louise.

Christmas Time.

I dislike Christmas and I've never made a secret of it. I'm in it for the presents and the food, I'm not into all that 'our lord is our saviour' and 'jingle bells' crap. I must say, the presents I got this year were terrible and disappointing. Clothes and chocolate. The best present I got was by far my huge framed poster of Michael Jackson from my mother, and the DVDs Chloe gave me. On the other hand, I'm getting a new laptop sometime in January. Life without internet connection is terrible and boring. I've resorted to writing on paper insted of on Wordpad for the first time in years and I've re-read all my Jacqueline Wilson collection to pass some time. The Christmas holiday season drags and I find it unbearable. Still, it gives me lots of time to write and hang out with my friends. This is just a short blog, I'll probably update more frequently when I get my laptop sorted out.

Peace out,
Bethany Louise.

Sleepless Nights Make Me Wanna Write Something!

After drinking far too many energy drinks in one day, I found myself wide awake all through Saturday night. And with nothing to do and nobody to talk to, I decided to try and write another chapter of my fanfic, but I couldn't seem to concerntrate on it. So, instead I wrote this really small piece. Like pretty much everything I write these days, it's Will/Jack-centric and it's short and sweet. I think what inspired me to write this little drabble was listening to too many Christmas songs, not to mention being out of my mind, completely jacked up on caffiene. I enjoy the Will/Jack pairing far too much. They bring out the screaming, squeeing girl in me. They were totally meant to be together and I will squeeze as many oneshots out of them as I can.

The Inner Children

I wrap my coat tighter around myself as a shield against the bitter air. I turn to you, to comment on how cold it is, but you suddenly aren't walking beside me. I look around and I'm met by a face-full of snow. You laugh hysterically, pointing at me. I'm frozen for a second, my mouth open. You are so childish and I know I shouldn't respond, I should just sigh and walk away. But you know how to coax out the kid that lurks inside me. It's hard to act serious when I can't fight away the laughter building up inside my chest, when I can't help but smile when I hear your voice. I spring into action, picking up a handful of the freezing ice and throwing it back at you. I miss by a few inches and you mock me, still laughing. So I go one step further, I sprint towards you and pick you up, flinging you over my shoulder. You shriek girlishly and kick, so I lose my balance and we both crash to the ground, into a blanket of snow that swallows us.

You land on top of me, still laughing. But when are you not laughing? You always have a smile on your face, and that's one of the many things I love about you. I can't help but grin, even though I'm soaking wet and shivering. Then everything falls quiet. You don't make a move and stand up, and neither do I. You stare down at me, those beautiful eyes alive with amusement. It happens within seconds. With a soft chuckle, you stoop lower and kiss me briefly on the lips, lingering for a few seconds. My eyes flicker closed, expecting it to last a little longer, hoping it would. But you break away and jump up, pulling my scarf off in the process. Then you run away with it towards the apartments, catcalling about me 'never catching you because I'm so fat I can't run for more than five seconds'. I get up and brush myself down before chasing after you, just like I have been for the past twenty years of my life.

I Miss Chloe.

With Chloe away on a school trip to France, my evenings are going to lack the usual laughter they're filled with. It feels weird sitting in my bedroom on my own. I'm used to her being here, stealing my cigarettes and entertaining me. I wish she'd hurry up and come home but she's only been gone one day. Before she went last night, I was taunting her and predicting her ferry would sink. I wish I hadn't now, I was laid awake at 3am in a cold sweat, knowing that if it actually happened, I would be entirely to blame. I need her home as soon as possible, my nights are tedious without any company. Even my mother commented how it feels different without her around. Even though we aren't related, I like to call her my little sister, we've been practically joined at the hip since we were little kids. I can talk to her about anything and everything and I can say, I was almost in tears when she left my house on the night she was setting off for France. Oh well, I hope she has a good time and brings me something nice back from Disneyland!

Peace out,
Bethany Louise.

Dusty, Unloved & Cold.

So after months of it laying untouched in the depths of www.fanfiction.net, growing dusty, cold and seeing no love, I decided to re-write and create a new chaper of my Will & Grace fanfic. After reading over it, I remembered how fun it was to write, so I came up with several new endings and a completely new twist. I even chose to make a new blog and keep that updated with new chapters, ideas and the like. I've decided to extend it from it's planned five or six chapters, to around nine or ten. I want to get it finished and keep my reviewers happy. Apparently, I have quite a talent for writing as Karen Walker, but I think Jack is the strongest character in the story. But I only really think that because he's my favorite and I adore Sean Hayes, he's hilarious and not to mention, quite the cutie. Okay, I'll stop now. This was just a quick update, to flex my writing muscles before I make a start on the fifth chapter. I've neglected my writing ability of late.

Peace out,
Bethany Louise.