I am going to clear out my life...

Yo, lizards and wizards (yep that sounds lame) I have decided I AM GOING TO BLOG IF IT KILLS ME. ...
      Recently I have decided that I need to declutter my life, I own too much stuff and should literally be signed up for Hoarders and plead for help. Hello my name is Maisie and I have a hoarding problem....

So basically I decided to have a I AM A HOARDER PLEASE TAKE MY STUFF party. Think any cheesy chick flick makeover montage meets a shit-ton of wine and bam you have my idea....

   It's basically that I own so many clothes, shoes, makeup, books FRIENDS(that ones a joke plz lurv me) That I don't use or need. The continual 'one day i'll wear it' skirt that I swear has been on the same hanger with the tag on since I decided I HAD TO HAVE IT 4 years ago... 

Those jeans that I may one day squeeze myself into (nope , I won't i have cake to thank for that) 

ALSO all those scene kid net skirts and black on black lace that I don't even want to bring out of my wardrobe. (2009 you were a bad time, fingerless gloves dear god)

(don't laugh too loud, I'll probably hear it)

   I only want to own items I absolutely love, that make me feel good and make other think I look good in.. (This is were you say BUT YOU LOOK GOOD IN EVERYTHING.. *silence* urm right moving swifty on)

Owning things I love and WILL wear will help me feel good about me, and throwing out books I'll never read again leaves space for more new GROWN UP BOOKS. (Sorry Jackie Wilson, we had a good ride but I'm not 9 anymore) I can also give these things i don't want to other people or charities that actually need scene kid clothes (though that is a poor example)..

Basically I feel that now is a good time to cleanse my life, surround myself with clothes, books etc.. That I love and the same to people, only keep the good ones in you know?

       The one's the make me feel good inside, so I can rock my gorgey shrunken wardrobe on the outside and reflect my inner brilliance. (Too much?) Bribing my friends with alcohol will also make sure they're honest with me, this could get painful, I'll be sure to fill you in on the gruesome details and all the drama that will be me screaming as people try to tear me away from my 2011 prom dress... 

     BUT *deep breathe* frankly I need it, a clear space to chill and not worry if my wardrobe will burst at the seams... Well not until I next get paid anyway. It'll be healthy and maybe then I can actually see the clothes I own not an array of colours..

Now thank for reading you babes, University calls apparently I have a lecture (sigh) I'll be back in a flash and a ton more interesting than this, hug your pets and if you've got no pets hug your knees and give em a good squeeze.

Love always

M x

this week maisie is loving(that's right it's back);

• Olives- man the obsession is real
• Glastonbury line-up being announced, get on down to oxfam stewards if you wanna go the right way ;)
• Seafret- don't fret with those beautiful tunes (dum dum chhh)
• Blogging- Still need to sort my life out and write better ones for you guys, but I'm back :)
• Mascara - my life, my true love, my one my only.

How to win an argument... ish

I don't believe there is a single person in the whole galaxy that hasn't argued with someone over something. I am a pro-arguer, if it was a job I could argue for a living. I could argue so hard my jaw would have steam coming off it. I COULD ARGUE SO HARD EVERY WORD IS A SNEAKY PUNCH TO THE FACE, I COULD....

Alright lets cut the crap, arguing while fun at the time is not fun. You get the rush of adrenaline from being in a daring situation but really it sucks. All kind of nasty bits about the other person come out, and it can completely break a friendship. Who ever said arguments are healthy has no seen a Drama queen blow out. That is lethal. Though trying to keep my cool in arguments and to revel in the drama of it all is hard, it'd just give a few suggestions on how to keep the damage minimal and the fall-out reparable (so many long words dang'), even if people are just so darn wrongdiddly wrong...

SooOooOoOOOo Tip uno:

1) Wait at least an hour to respond, making a calculated assessment of what to say... But don't wait too long. Often things can be said in the heat of a moment, your head fills with hate and mean things and you explode like a confetti cannon full of rage. THIS I do not advise, and even though i am guilty of it I know it would be better to suck it up and count to 10 (or a billion) in my head until I feel better. You can alway say sorry but you can't always take away nasty words.


2) Write down all your angry thoughts and feelings and go to sleep. Then you can decided to post or not to post. It's never easy to hold in your anger, naturally being hurt by someone is going to make you mad... But hurting them does that make you any better than them?

3) Find some other way to vent your anger. If you know me you will have heard of "Maisie cleaning mode", when i am stressed or bothered about life i go into a fit of cleaning everything ... Blame my mum I become a crazed neat freak and clean the kitchen, bathroom, living room and my room manically. BUT finding something to let your anger go at it is great, the gym, running, writing angry messages or even consuming your own body weight in dairy milk can just give you that little sigh out of anger. Letting it out slowly like an angry balloon.


4) Don't expect loyalty from people, in an argument especially in a friendship group you could expect someone to have your back. Just because you might have theirs down be surprised if they don't always have you... You shouldn't give your loyalty in exchange for someone else's, and if you have to ask them for theirs then you never had it and probably never will. If you want to defend someone do it because you believe they are right and need support not because you've known them since you were 5...

and lastly my little flourish of a finish....

5) Contrary to the title of this whole post, winning an argument doesn't mean rendering the other person speechless or make them feel like dirt. It's holding your head high and knowing you behaved in a way that was honest and everything you said was the truth (without the dash of hate thrown in). It's about knowing that an argument isn't really about winning or losing it's about a relationship be it friend or foe (OoOoh) and if you can survive whatever it is you're annoyed about or it's time to move on and let go..... (I was going to put a frozen gif in here but I don't want to cause any arguments )

Again all this easy to dictate but harder to do, I plan to try and think more before my temper gets me.
BUT I could never ever lose it at you, my lovely little cream cakes.
Peace and love
M xx

This week Maisie is loving:

• Finally having a lie-in, no job right now means a lie-in (even if it's only to half 9)
• Hailey Tuck- seriously jazzy vibes from this beautiful brunette, perfect to chill to.
• Cous-Cous - and so an obsession was born, I can't get enough of those little tasty crumbs.
• Redecorating- having recently moved back to uni I have a new room which means NEW decoration. YAAARHHHH
• Reaching over 100 views on one of my blogposts, this first milestone made me cry and I have you to thank. You don't know how much this means to me... Really. Thanks guys x

ENOUGH MUSH... If you have any ideas or topics you wanna hear me rant about feel free to comment bellow it will be done m'lord.

I divorced my phone for a week...

Hi  sorry for the silent treatment have you ever really really really really wanted something. Wished on every star and missed every crack in the pavement? Blown out on every dandelion you've come across?

   Wanting something is really easy, but what happens if you get the thing you want. You reach your goal? What if it wasn't quite what you wanted or imagined it to be... I think as people and as a person myself (I know how descriptive of me) we invest a lot of our own happiness in obtaining things. Whether it be a job, a partner or personal goal. Sometimes we can be too busy investing our time in things like these which may have a bitter sweet taste. It's not at all bad to have goals but I know personally my expectations of people and experiences are high, and telling myself to "lower my expectations" is much easier said than done especially when every time i check facebook I see peoples 'perfect lives' and think why isn't mine like that?
     Isn't it time we focused on our more inward goals than outward? Stop worrying about the Facebook life and start thinking about what goes on behind the little screen? Because I believe it is I set myself these goals and look outwards rather than inwards because thats what social media rate as 'important goals' how many selfies with my hot date, me filling in where I work on facebook with pride wanting to show off.... Sharing all my news and me at different events, clearly not making the most as I still somehow find time to post a photo, right?!
   Now it's very easy for me to dictate how shallow and bad this is and I hold my hands up and admit I am a hypocrite. But I thought I'd try life without it, and at least give my thumbs a break from scrolling... Trail separation from my phone for one whole WEEK.

Day 1- This was totally fine, my hands did feel weird not constantly checking facebook, instagram and twitter to see what the gossip was. But actually felt pretty good, and nice to say "Oh no i didn't bring my phone with me... Wanted to enjoy the experience without seeing it through a screen (I was at a festival)" Apart from the occasional want to post a selfie or to check twitter I held up, almost rolling my eyes at the people on there phones pitying their need to communicate with those not directly in front of them.

Day 2- God people on their phones are rude. Like hello I'm right here stop stalking Kim Kardashian and look me in the eyes when I talk to you, whatever happened to conversation clearly it's a dying art. I feel good having risen above it sitting in the sun shine not getting neck ache as a enjoy the atmosphere around me. I try telling my friends how much more liberated I feel from the Facebook chain their reply:

Day 3 -  Still feeling good, wondering how many messages I'll recieve when i get home does make me smile but that's not the point. It's like breaking up with an ex with the idea of returning to them in a week... Not the right idea. To top things off I'm missing all these secrets acts for the festival leaked on to twitter so having to find out off other people, but since my hands do not hold the phone this doesn't count right? RIGHT?...

Day 4 - I wonder what my followers are thinking? Maybe should tweet to show I'm alive.. NO resist. The Facebook claws are in deep and as soon as I thought their grip was loosening the crept up on me and squeezed tighter (uh-oh)

Day 5 - I caved, DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! I wanted to talk to people that weren't the same three I'd been spending the last 5 days with pretty much 24/7... On my knees I begged for my friends phone she smirked and passed it to me. The lightness of it's touch and familiar feeling of typing was nothing short of ecstasy. Man it felt good i could see the steam rising off my thumbs. Now was not the right time to admit I had a problem.

The other two days were much the same, but I realised something. I didn't need to be separated from my phone 24/7 for ever, I just needed to give it some space sometimes. Stop filming the gig and actually watch it, (Also who films a gig, do you intend to watch it later? Is the gig itself not a good time for you to actually watch it? Someone explain please.)

I have to separate myself from Facebook world, if people have time to upload every waking minute of their lives to snapchat/facebook/twitter are the enjoying it. I don't know about you but the best days are the ones I have no photographic or written evidence of, because I was too busy enjoying it. This just reminds me to take everything i see with a pinch of salt, if you've got time to upload then you're clearly not making the most! Let me know your thoughts you lil humbugs, keep smiling and for gods sake put down your phone and talk to someone ;)

                                                                                                 M x

Confessions of a 20 year old blogger

OKAY, first of all I went to write "teenage blogger" in my post title before realising I am 20. I know 20 isn't old but damn, I still feel 13 most days and 3 the rest of the time.

 If you think that's dramatic;

1. Check my blog name you, AND ALSO
2. You haven't seen anything yet my pretties. (que evil laugh)

So...I wanted this blog to be sort of a output of me venting my feelings and thoughts (Being able to use over the 140 characters that twitter allows) If I'm entirely honest I wasn't sure what was the point of this, does it benefit me or you?! But maybe the idea is we help each other, in this life we are all bumbling along side by side the least we can do is give each other a hand right?

Enough of the heavy now me thinks, I decided to dedicate this blog to the first 3 of 20 things I have learnt now I'm 19 20(I WILL GET USED TO IT I PROMISE) and do at least one blog devoted to the next instalment every month (let me know if ya have any ideas) anyway:     

1.  From what I've seen some people most definitely peak at 15, and then after its all rubbish fake tan and broken dreams...(Basically it's okay to not be the most popular person that ever took breath)- Okay that was dramatic but what i'm getting at is that the minority of people were part of the popular clique when you're around 12-18, and truthfully that used to bother me A HELL OF A LOT when I was younger. The need to fit in was a huge weight on my young teenage shoulders, like it probably is on others now.. AND even in uni you get some people who want to float to the top, but I find them laughable being the wise old women I am now. You know who you are just take a chill pill I don't think you can get a degree in being 'an edgy cool ass mofo' BUT I'll ring UCAS and check, you never know. I think I just learnt that as long as you have a good group of people around you and you're happy then that is well and truly all that matters. . .

    2. Don't rush anything or wish for anything to fly by, EMBRACE EVERY MINUTE- Now I sound like a fridge magnet but I'm serious. Do you remember waiting to be 13, and then when you were 13 you probably thought "oh my gawd I can't wait to be 16 i'll be practically grown up" and so on with 17,18,19. I know I'm not at all ancient but so far in my dramatic lifespan, my favourite time was from when I was 13/14/15. When you can start to gain independence and yet still get pocket money and presents from father christmas.   

  (sorry I had to) ... BUT as I previously wrote about in a previous blog about Disney films(it is on the right waiting to be read, read me it cries.READ ME).. Ahem don't try and grow up too fast try and enjoy every minute every pimple every time your mum washes your clothes for you (trust me you will miss that when all your whites turn grey /off pink!) Because if you are always waiting for something even if its a birthday, are you making the most of this very moment? Or is it just counting down constantly? Perhaps have a little think... (Not that I'm making the most of this very moment, by deciding which bedding I should put on my bed. DRAMA) 

  AND finally for this little snippet of a blog, drum roll for my last piece of wisdom. Don't cry too hard....

   3. It is really not about who goes from your life, but rather who stays- It may sound a tad cliche, and a line from a self-help book but the people who stick around through all your meltdowns are the ones that count. NOT the ones that don't. 

       Personally I can find it so hard to stay positive sometimes, and it feels like people in my life are swinging through a revolving door of in and out. BUT it's the ones that have been in and stay in that are important, when it comes to friends its definitely quality over quantity RIGHT?! Though sometimes it feels more like this...

  

 So sad and so true... Steak is most defo not only the quality friend but the one who is always there. Trusty steak mmm. Anyway, we are all so young and as my father once told me (I sound older than 20 there, can never get the balance right can I?) He said to me "Why worry about all these silly people? you are 18 (at that time) you have met under 10% of the people you will EVER meet in your life, you have 90 more percent to find the right people so much to do and see just wait..."

               Him saying that just seemed to make sense and not needing an explanation, I hope it does to you lovely lot. You are all wonderful and you'll find some equally wonderful people if you haven't already.  SO tell your pals how great they are, but not to lovingly or they will accuse you of either being very drunk/high or you've dropped their toothbrush down the loo. (IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SAID SORRY GOSH.)

                  

           ANYWAY... I feel I have prattled long enough my little bon-bons, till the next time you gorgeous creatures of the night. Stay Safe and EAT YOUR CRUSTS I PROMISE IT WONT MAKE YOUR HAIR CURLY (or will it...)

  M x

Maisie is ladeeeloving these things at the very moment in time:

• Crazy hair dyes- I have dyed the ends of my hair purple and I feel like some kind of summery fairy it is really quite awesome. AHAND not permanent, so does not mean my hair will snap off...
• Ten pin Bowling- Even if i did lose with the sides up.. I imagined the ball was the head of my enemies as it rolled along mwahahaa (i didn't really, even for me that's a tincy bit mean)
• A WHOLE PINEAPPLE FOR £1 FOR SAINSBURYS- spikey goodness IF I could work out how to cut it
• Playing music so loudly the floor vibrates- Is there any other way to play it though? It's so everyone else can appreciate my outstanding 'scene kid 2008-10 era' playlist...
• Second chances - We should all be more forgiving of each other, have faith cherubs the suns shining which can only mean good things are on the way!

  

FEEL free to drop a comment maybe a cheeky like, and any suggestions my lovely things will be either ignored or acted upon (I make no promises!!!!)

goodness gracious MY LAPTOPS ON FIRE.

Well, I would have posted more of my wisdom sooner, but I think the blogging gods are trying to tell me something. My laptop melted, YES physically melted. I mean I knew I was a hot blogging machine but did my actual blogging machine really need to get so hot and melt on me?!

                                    
  ANYWAY I shall be blogging from my phone for now until new laptop is purchased and appreciated with all its glory. (Expect many "Oooh shiny" noises coming from
Me ) WHAT I wanted to blog about was cartoons and Disney and the whole concept that they are just for children.  Having used to work for the Disney company (in the Disney store) you regularly heard parents telling teenagers and other adults telling their friends/coworkers/partners/pets  that "Disney is for babies." My good sirs and madams who think this way you are deluded. deluded I say.
                         

   Don't we all want a little magic in our lives?! Fairy tales are magic, and I feel they come really with really important messages that ANYONE of ANY AGE can learn from. (Apologies for the over use of capital letters, it's not the diary of a dramaholic for nothing.) The idea of everything working out is something I think we could all use sometimes. Especially when we have a 6,000 word essay in at the end of the month and all we've decided is the font we want to use..

SORRY I had to...   Referring back though, I can openly say I love disney and children's films. I cry my eyes out from the beginning to the end of most of them. (Especially lion king and Up! - they kill me) Well really people just take the piss out of me for it, in a nut shell crying like a baby at something made for a baby.

    Well boo to you, these stories are magical they are cartoon characters that arent be real BUT they make me feel something. Isn't that extraordinary?! That these stories have touched so many?! Still not convinced I shall carry on with my rant.
    I learn from them, I learn the idea of wishing, the value of love, friendship, hard work and dreams. (Yeah it's gone soppy. I'm not even sorry!)
     Having gone to uni and lost a bit of my safety net of home, I feel like I need these films now more than ever. They make me feel safe and like a good book everytime I watch them I take away something different from any one of them... IS this just me that feels that way?!
   I've also begin to notice some of the innuendos kids film have I mean....

                        
These are definitely kids films right, it must be aimed at not just children.... Still not convinced?
   Sometimes I think people forget that these films are for all ages, and who are you to shame someone on something they like?! It's just rude and makes you a bit of a meanie pants(and no one likes those) sometimes it's nice to watch your favourite kids movie not only is it utterly brilliant, but I'll bet you'll be flooded with happy memories and might even learn something from it... But what can I say my names Maisie Hale and I'm not only a dramaholic but a disneyaholic too! (Maybe my laptop wasn't the only thing that melted)
       It's okay to be a kid sometimes, make that fort and watch all your old school favs. Honestly it may be the best thing you do this week. You have 7 days a week 22 hours to be the grown up, but for that hour and a bit you can just chill, and believe in faries. Life moves so fast, wouldn't it be nice to digress for a little while to being a 6 year old again. Amazed and captivated by the magic of a story it doesn't have to be a film, a place or book even a meal. Anything that makes you feel teeny tiny again. . .  Let me know how you get on with it , I believe we all deserve some Disney Magic every now and again. Trust me!
 

  Right well after that I suppose I'd better bippidy boppidy boo outta here (I'm not even sorry)✨
   Till next time my little chickpeas, let me know how you go!
                      M xx
P.s gifs will be arriving on this post soon never fear dolls
Maisie is loving:

• Non melted laptops (though utterly hilarious)
• Wearing sunglasses for the first time in forever (hope I HAVENT jinxed it now)
• Lemon fondant fancies, the ultimate Easter treat
• Dancing round an empty flat singing at the top of my lungs 
• Topshop, my always and forever 

GET SOME SUN ON YOUR BONES CHILD YA TOO PALE.