Easter time.

So that is Easter over and done with. It's a bit sad that most of us only celebrate it for the sudden influx of chocolate, and cry about the extra few pounds we put on, but not for the real reasons the Easter holiday was created for. But isn't that like most things in the world now, the real meaning for something important and special to some gets lost through inaccuracies and laziness and changed into a casual excuse for chocolate and alcohol. On that note, I will say I did eat chocolate and enjoy alcohol on Easter sunday, so I won't preach to anybody about what horrible little creatures we have all become. But I would recommend a white chocolate Lindt bunny to anyone who doesn't care about their figure.

I went to Ireland for a trampolining competition. That was fun, I went, I got drunk, I competed, and I managed to win it despite napping through my general warm up. I looked right at home there with the ginger hair, and no one asked me if I was Janet Devlin which was nice. Understandably, I fell deeper in love with the Irish accent, but I do have to say it is hard to understand from old grumpy bus drivers.

Pretty much sums up my trip sufficiently.

"How much is a day ticket?"

"Tuuurrrnnniighhhyyyy"

"Sorry, what?"

"Turrrnniighhhyyy"

"Hmm?"

Turns out it was £2.90, and chucking over a fiver like a confused foreigner did the trick.

Also if your looking for a hot Irish guy, just head over to Hollister in Belfast. I have never seen so many beautiful men in my life. 

I made my return to Leeds last night. As it happens, a hitchhiker (who happened to be very easy on the eyes) managed to get a return journey to Northampton with my parents, as I got on the coach to Leeds. How unlucky! My parents have never picked up a hitchhiker, this one happened to be hot and I wasn't even present for the journey. My mum was also too embarrassed to ask if he had a girlfriend, so I missed out there.

As always, the coach was packed which left me to sit with a nice Polish man for my 3 hour journey. We were minding our own business clearly a bit upset we had to share a seat next to each other, when he tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the general direction of my ear and said 'Nice'. I had no idea what he was referring to, my hair, my ear? I then realised he meant my music, which clearly meant I was playing it too loud because he could hear it. I chose to ignore him. However, he then decided to tap me on the shoulder again 5 minutes later and ask for something by Thomas someone or other. He thought he could request a song for me to play so he could listen to it! I am not a DJ, I am a passenger and I do not take any requests! The cheek! I did then feel relatively uncomfortable when Get Low came on shuffle...
I also took a peek at my packed lunch kindly packed for me by my Dad who still thinks I'm 5 years old, and he thoughtfully decided to give me a yoghurt that was over a week out of date. Not only was he carting me off to Leeds on a coach, he was trying to poison me. Cheers Dad. All in all, a terrible journey.

I got a real taste of what I've been missing out in Leeds this morning though. I got a text from my flatmate Tori - "Dying" and I went to check her out and see how grim she looked. Surprisingly she was looking pretty good for someone who had thrown up all over her vintage jumper which was lying on the floor. The funniest bit was the fact she woke up and wondered who and why someone had poured cornflakes all over her jumper. Obviously it wasn't cornflakes, they were regurgitated lentils. Yum. I chose not to include a picture for everyones sake.

Winning at life.

And finally I got a shop from Sainsburys delivered to my door courtesy of my darling mother. My cupboards are now full and I am happy again. Items of note, pesto, Cathedral City, and pretzels. However shopping online does often cause you to buy things in strange sizes as weights don't mean anything to you when it isn't in your hands! Cue giant butter....

Prepare yourselves.......

I can't believe it's so big.

The picture doesn't even do it justice. It is industrial sized, 1kg, the sort of one you find at in a kitchen at a sandwich shop. Now the challenge is to eat it before it goes off. 

And finally, just because it made me feel better after some upset this Easter...

You are fabulous, and never let anyone ever make you feel any different.

Unless your a twat. Then you just aren't fabulous.