This is Justin Bieber programme...

Happy ginger.

I'm home from University! That can only mean one thing, more food, more love and a television. I have come home with a horrendous cough though, and my Dad has already told me 'If you cough one more time you can pack your bags and go back to Leeds.' Not bothered about him though, it is all about being reunited with my dear cat. As you can see by the picture, she loves me, and I love her, and we are a beautiful couple.

No love like ours.

So part of why I was so excited to come home was the fact I could finally watch live television - I'm not a real couch potato but you don't realise how frustrating it is when ITV Player take more than an hour to upload the latest episode of X Factor - and you don't want the results to be spoilt by Facebook or Twitter. Now for people that are reading this and thinking 'she clearly has no life...', then you are right, and I don't care.


So there I was last night, flicking through the channels, and I stumble upon the absolute gem that was 'This is Justin Bieber'. It was the hour before the X Factor on ITV, so I decided to try and stick it out for an hour. 


What a bloody long hour it was.

Let me touch you!

After having Reggie Yates chatting away like this 12 year old child was like God, we saw the 'man' himself on stage. I couldn't even hear the songs he was singing because these girls were screaming the house down. If Justin Bieber came anywhere near the audience, they would scream and cry and try and claw him. If these girls ever watch themselves back in a few years time, I really hope they want to crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. 


I can genuinely only see myself putting my arms in the air and jumping and screaming if someone held a gorge cheesecake above my head.


Anyway, one feature they did was of these 2 girls who had been taken into a room and told that there may have been a mistake and they might not be able to get tickets to see the concert - basically to them it was the end of their life. Really cool and casually ( or not ), Justin Bieber opens the door, says 'oh sorry wrong room', and leaves the girls going oooooo aaaa ooooaaa aoaoaa (or something to that effect), and he walks back in, gives them the tickets, and hugs one of them who is sobbing like a relative just died. Sorry, really? Why are you crying? You've clearly become overly obsessed with this person and you'll be so ashamed when you realise you cried in front of him, and then the people around you will never let you live it down.


Clearly I wasn't overly impressed with the programme. Was anybody?


On a brighter note, I'm going to be 20 next weekend. Does that mean I can't act like a teenager? 


On an even brighter note, it's Christmas sooooon! My favourite time of year. :)