hey,
Hope everything is okay with you all, I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself as I have a really bad cold. Not only is it making me feel rather horrific, but it is eating up my revision timetable too, my exams start in 4 weeks (insert major freak out here.)
That means in about 8 weeks school is all over and it I will be starting the next chapter in my life at Kent, providing I obtain the grades of course. And to do so, daddio has told me to consider how often I go out around my exam period, or as it was really intended, YOU ARE NOT GOING OUT. Next Saturday is my friend's bday and also my last chance to go out apart from things with family (a wedding and going to see Coldplay, the same weekend WOOHOO), which I am pretty gutted about to say the least. But to be honest I am happy not to go out as  I do want to revise and do very well in these exams, even though I will have good times when I do go out, like a hangover it will soon pass and be forgotten, unlike my exam results which will linger over me in regret if I do not live up to my own expectations. I also know that to others that  my dad may seem like a bit of a slave driver at the minute, and sometimes I do too, but I do thank him for it because I know that he only wants the best for me. And my dad is one of the main people I am afraid of letting down.
As well as giving up my social life I have had to be rather distant from here lately, which I have been saying from around Christmas I know, but I honestly can't help the work load that I currently have and where my priorities lie. So until my exams are over, you are more likely to catch snippets from me from my brand new twitter, so if ya wanna give me a follow and I will follow you back!

@hollie_ack 

uhoh moustache time!

I bought some moustache transfers from eBay last week, as soon as I saw them I knew I had to buy them! So last night whilst having nothing remotely 'interesting' to do, I thought I would try them out.  Firstly I wanted a pale pink nail, however had none at all so I mixed a white and a darker fuchsia together,  then after that I cut out each of the transfers. They come on a card type transfer, a bit like the tattoos that you used to get when you were younger and transferred over in the same way using water. Although this didn't secure them to the nail, you have to make sure you use an ample amount of coats in clear nail varnish (TRUST ME), this bit was quite fiddly, but I think it was totally worth it! What do you all think?

quick 15

1. I am eighteen years old and still do not feel it.
2. I cry at everything. 
3. I like reading things that I know will irritate me and I do so to question why they have been written in that way.
4. I am currently studying English language, English literature, Psychology and Art and design.
5. I live in England.
6. I want to go to university to study journalism.
7. I would like to visit another country for more than four weeks, preferably Italy.
8. I love New Girl, House, How I met your mother, The big bang theory etc.
9. I have a weird taste in guys, I don't have a 'type'.
10. I love what Fearne Cotton and Alexa Chung wears.
11. If I didn't become a journalist, I would become a photographer.
12. I love to read, but have very little time to do so.
13. Motivation is slipping away from me ever so quickly.
14. My bedroom becomes very untidy.
15. I think that life should come with an instruction manual. 

Well my weekend was a blast, I had an allergic reaction on Saturday night and have now been forced in to taking a course of steroids.
I have no idea on how to start or end the whole allergy sitch, but all I can say is lately I have just become so forgetful about my allergy that it seems to be occurring quite a lot; however I can say that cashew nuts seem to be sneaking their way in to ravioli and Christmas pudding!
I was adamant that I was not going to take my epi pen because I have never taken it due to the fact it makes the whole situation seem a whole lot more serious than it actually is. Although I can safely say my mother, doctors and nurses say something quite the opposite. So instead of taking my epi pen I thought that I would take a double dose of anti histamines which didn't quite budge it, which resulted in me taking a trip to A&E. I have to say I was so calm, which is so unlike me because I am normally hysterical about almost everything, so to say I found it slightly amusing whilst terrifying  is not far off.
After being pumped full with drugs I was safe to go home, with the DREADED STEROIDS and anti histamines that I had to take for several days after. I know that steroids make you put on weight, but when I hopped on the scales today I wanted to cry, I felt dreadful. I have a party this coming Saturday and I honestly feel like I am going to be a fat lump. It's not like I have put on a stone, no, but I have been so good diet wise this week and to even have a gain is mortifying. Today is my last day on the roids, so hopefully any gained weight will kindly remove itself before the party. I know I should be thankful to still be alive and I truly am, but I have been losing weight for a while now and when I actually want to look good, I feel like I am going to look rather... well, ouhbjfdv.
Have a nice week!

Catch up baby

Hi everyone, 

How quick has this year flown by already? It's crazy! 

I thought after the January exams I would have plenty of time to lounge about, but I have had practise exam papers coming from all angles, I swear we have only just started the modules?! I am completely loving English Language at the moment as I have been getting decent grades and I can apply the correct theorists so all is good in that area, its just every where else that is driving me gaga. Psychology, well the essays are just so monotonous and are making me ever so bored, even though I love the subject. Literature, I have so much to read and do no know where to start. And Art, seriously do not get me started. 

Apart from the chaos at school, life is treating me well for once, if you discount the fact that mumma has been ill. Plenty of socialising and watching house, all ingredients to make me happy. I have been so happy that a teacher asked me if I am with someone, which I sadly am not. I have a few birthday parties coming up with relatively no money, which is dreadful, as I need outfits to wear and money to go out. 

Another thing that has made me smile, is that ages ago (cannot remember when, but it was before christmas) I was stressing because I needed to enter a writing competition, because I needed to show off my writing skills and what have you and I found one that I thought I would enter. I left it until that night and I was stressing out so much, I just thought what am I doing? (As what do I know about the question "Who should be responsible for teaching you about personal finance?" as personal finance+me=£0) Anyway to cut a long story short, I entered the article half an hour before the deadline. Then on Friday I received a letter in the post, congratulating me on the fact that I had made the final shortlist, but unfortunately did not win and would receive a £25 book token for myself and a £50 book token for my school. I was quite pleased with myself and kinda wished that I hadn't procrastinated so much before hand as I could have written a really good article (oh the beauty of hindsight), any way I did learn one thing; do not leave everything to the last minute! 

did somebody order a doctor?

Exams are over, horrah! So in my little break that I have had since the worst period ever, I have found a new love and addiction : House (also Temple Run).
I was first introduced to House thanks to the 12 days of christmas courtesy of iTunes, where the pilot episode of House was available to download for freee!
I was hooked and slightly grossed out, overall, I loved it. Yes the plot follows the same baseline every week: person falls ill, they try and solve it, patient nearly dies, they solve it. It's basic, but brilliant! It's so gripping that since last Thursday I have managed to indulge in the whole of season one, boy I love not having exams! I think that addiction is also being magnified by my strange, but huge crush on Hugh Laurie. I have no idea why, or what draws me to him,  he is older than my parents, he is just so fabulous at playing Gregory House.
I know that House has been round for ages, I had never watched it, I had briefly heard of it and thought eugh that sounds awful. Why did I do this to myself and lose out? So if you haven't seen it yet, get on it stat!

you are barking up the wrong tree...

I have been single for about eight/nine months now, it's different yes, but I can also do what I want and what make me happy. After a messy(ish) breakup, my ex and I (mainly myself) decided to remove all contact, as it would just end up in us reuniting or arguing, which I did not want or need. I will admit there have been odd moments where we have had full conversations, but also months with no contact.
However the day after boxing day I received a message from them asking me whether or not if I had pushed into his new flame whilst out in a nightclub and asking her where he was. I had to kindly remind him that sort of play is not my style and if he remembers I am an absolute mouse when it comes to confrontation. So he said he believed me to my relief, or so I thought. On the return to school I had some of my friends, who were also friends with her ask me about the event and I was absolutely gobsmacked that she was telling everyone that I would do a thing like that! I have never spoken to the girl at all apart from when I have served her at work. I quickly put out my story to refrain from any bad press on my behalf.
THEN...
The following week, I was casually eating lunch with my friends, when she sat on the same table as me with her friends, where my friend pointed out that she had rolled her eyes at disappointment of sitting on the same table at me. The whole lunch experience was unbelievably awkward, just because I know that she hates me, for no reason whatsoever. The plot thickens. My friends and I decided to depart this icy atmosphere, only for me to be called after by the new girlfriend and her friends with barks. Yes, they were literally barking at me. I gave no response as I was unsure whether it was directly at me, but after much thought, there was no one else that it could be directed towards other than myself.
If he had cheated on her with me then fair enough, bark all you want, but all I simply did was be his first serious girlfriend in a relationship that lasted a little over a year. I am sad the relationship ended to an extent; however at that moment  due to a lot of issues I couldn't make the relationship work or feel as if I could make him truly happy. He said that I did and that we were fine and perhaps yes, in hindsight, if we had worked harder at the relationship we would still be together now. But I am happy that we did split. I have achieved so much by finding myself again. I have lost around 2 1/2 stone, I have offers from university, some issues have resolved and I have refound my friends once again.
I hope he is happy too, that is why I am glad that they are together, as if she can make him smile in ways that I didn't feel that I could anymore then thank you is all I have to say. So please do not get the wrong idea and do stop barking at me.