Sometimes I think if we were to go back, it would be ok. 

By go back in time I mean to say primary or secondary school age - but only if I knew then what I know now. 

So the thing is, I'm a fan of my primary school years but not a fan of my secondary school years and given the choice, I wouldn't really want to go back. Lately however, I've been thinking how simple everything was back then. My biggest worry was if my homework was correct, if I would pass the next class test and if the girl who sat in front of me would ever get caught with her mobile in school. Other worries included things like how long my tamagotchi would survive without me, if the latest book in a series I was reading would have a hundred reservations on it and as if that wasn't stressful enough, I still made time to watch CBBC and CITV after school.

That was as complicated as it went as luckily I kept busy reading and avoiding life - or drama- as best as I could.

Now it's all so complicated. I'm constantly reminded that I can no longer keep avoiding life (I have been for the past few months *smug face*) and that decisions matter. This makes me feel... uuuggghhhh *bangs head against table*.

Therefore, I propose that we should all regularly have a moment, or several moments, to say 'blah'. That's right, you read correctly. I did just type 'blah'. Sing the words blah blah blah to your favourite tune, shout it at the top of your voice, whisper it to your self, skip to it, do whatever works for you!

Go on, try it. Use the magic word 'blah' in moments of madness and let it help you embrace life! :)

Also, do let me know how it goes!!

Hello! So this is my last post in the link up I talked about here. This post is in no way related to the book and is not a book review. :) Have you done yours? Link your post so we can all read it! 

So, as I said as this is the last post there won't be another one for now :( Makes me feel a bit sad and I have actually been putting this off for about four days!! I will say, however, there is still time for you to join the bandwagon and do a post of your own using a book title - just make sure you link it with all the others. :)

ALSO - a mahoosive thank you to those people that have read and shared this in the weeks that it has been on, I really do appreciate it AND I've met new bloggers on the way too so it's great! 

Really looking forward to reading your links :) Well, here goes... 



So there I was at the gym - I've been going there more often seeing as I kind of am pay for it. Well, I was telling myself that and honestly, money was the reason I joined this gym. I'd been meaning to do it or a while and kept putting it off till one day, I just went and joined. And then woke up a week later thinking 'crap - I paying for it and I haven't been once!!' After that day, I've been going. Uh huh, I have.

At first I thought it was still about the money only now it's not. Now I actually enjoy it, I love it! Woooooo! :) Anyway, before I get sidetracked and keep talking more nonsense - back to the actually story!

So there I am - can you picture it for me. Me in my joggers looking like I just rolled out of bed. Hair with a mind of its own as usual and how do I know this? That dark large mirror tells me every time I look up in the gym. That day I had rolled out of bed but for some reason compared to the other women that go, I ALWAYS look like I've just rolled out of bed. It wasn't busy. I went on the treadmill and then decided, right, weights. Let's do this. I always get a bit 'ooooh, maybe you should leave it for today' feeling when I think if them, especially when it's busy. Only I've managed to ignore that voice and that day I decided to ignore it to. Yay me!!

When I got to the benches, they weren't free. I needed a bench and the only free one had a guy stood way to close to it doing some other exercise. Another one had a wet patch and was surrounded by weights and a water bottle. Pffft, why do they do that?!

Well, I decided, they guy way too close to the bench wasn't using it so I slowly, very slowly, walked over. And sat on that bench. And so there I was, him standing way too close to the bench I was going to use. After a minute he realised I was actually going to use the bench, he said 'move it forward a bit?' - so I did. I was a bit annoyed at him and wanted to turn around and say 'no, you should have moved it before you started because other people might want to use it!' But I didn't. I just shoved it forward and carried on. He was still too close for my liking but there was now enough room for the both for us to carry on.

And all this time, there was some guy sat down waiting for his friend to finish lifting and he was watching me. At first I thought, 'he's just waiting for his friend'. Only I finished one set and there he was, still looking at me. And suddenly he got up, moved a bench that was now free to another area where it was less crowded and came up to me and said "I've just moved that for you".

By this time, I was kind of annoyed. Well, really annoyed at how inconsiderate other people can be by  hogging benches and other equipment when they weren't actually using them. What he did was real sweet and normally I'd be flattered, but for some reason, I wasn't. So I just said "thank you but I've only got one set left so I'll just stay here". Man, I wonder what he thought then! He was being nice to me but he watched for a while AND THEN moved it. And all I  could think was 'mate I could have done it if I wanted to - I'm not weak! I can ask for help!'

And then I realised, although this handsome stranger was just being nice, I was No One's Girl. I would take care of me, I have been till now and will continue to do so. Although just to make it clear, I do welcome handsome strangers helping out every now and then. I am still my own independent person. Granted that day I was more annoyed than usual but still, I'd have felt the same if it were to happen again.

Who knows, if I meet that handsome stranger again this time I'll try and be nice. :)