What's your favourite Christmas movie

What is your all time favourite Christmas movie?

For me its a Muppets Christmas carol it's one of the first Christmas movies I remember watching but also the first one my whole family could agree on watching together without any arguments. It is one of the first Christmas movies we will watch at the start of December and is one of the reasons we know its now Christmas in our house.

feeling blue

So for the pas few weeks I've been feeling really low and things don't seem to have improved. I'm stuck in a job that I hate doing, I don't really see my friends anymore and on top of that I am struggling to cope with my uni work as well.

 Christmas is usually one of my favourite times of year when I get to see all my family and friends but this year I just don't seem to be happy but I can't understand why. My life really isn't that bad so I have no reason to feel down or upset but at the minute that seems to be the way that I feel. I always feel anxious before I go to work and don't really wan to be there. I used to really enjoy my job but in the past few months that seems to have changed for me.

I have always been quite shy and was often overlooked at school. Sadly I still feel this way even though I am now older. I have tried to make changes going out, joining clubs, volunteering. Is there something wrong with me? Is there something that I'm doing wrong something that makes me unlikable and uninteresting? I want to know what I can do to change all that. I don't really see many people outside of work and seem to be at work a lot of the time covering shifts and stuff. My younger sister has even mentioned that she never gets to see me or spend anytime with me. I think that's quite sad and I don't want that.

In all honestly I cant really complain as there are many people out there who are in a much worse position than me.

Christmas Crafts

So are you all ready and set for Christmas? I am! This year I have taken to hand-making most of presents.

 For my best friend I have made her a scrapbook including various bits a pieces from all our little adventures together. pictures, quotes, poems and other fun things from different place we have been, things we have tried and memories that we ave made. For example I have included a ticket from the time we went to see the Wanted in concert ad a ticket from when we went to Harry Potter studios last year. I got all kinds of little craft stuff from the range in order to help me make her scrapbook such as stamps, ribbon, buttons and other craft stuff.

 I have also made some of my own jewelry this year including earrings and pendants. I was able to turn some of our family pictures into pendant necklaces to give to both of my Nan's this year and they have turned out pretty well. 

Start of a Story

It was a cold and stormy Halloween night, the rain was beating down heavily in large waves of droplets and the thunder crashing loudly echoing around the thick dark forest making the sound all the more louder. Far in the distance you could hear the howling of wolves, a mournful sound, crying to the moon and the hoot of an owl hidden in a nearby tree only adding all the more to the already terrifying sounds of the storm. The occasional sparks on lightning illuminated the forest lighting up the twisted and gnarly faces of the old trees giving the impression of people looking out of them directly at you. From here I could see it all, stood at the old cracked and dusty window, I could observe the whole thing protected from the raging storm outside. Protected but not yet safe. Stood here in the dilapidated old house that stood alone surrounded on both sides by trees isolated from the rest of society. A house that I managed to find and take shelter in when this storm first began. Bare and barren the house stood damaged and worn, crumbling with broken windows and a roof which had several slates missing from it. A rough wooden door with its black paint all chipped and faded, which jammed as you tried to open it, and an old and rusty bronze door handle that was stiff with age. The inside was no better than the outside with bare wooden floors where the floorboards creak with every step you took and the furniture was all moth eaten and torn. The lights here didn’t work so I managed to make do by finding some old candles in one of the kitchen draws, lighting them I had placed them around the room. They provided little light in this large house seeing as there were only four of them. The light didn’t quite manage to reach the corners of the room, the patches of dark protecting whatever was hidden there.