imperfect perfection.

Yes, I convinced myself that I could remember her exactly, but when I was honest with myself, I knew I was losing the specifics. Or maybe, I realized, I'd never noticed them at all. In the photo, for instance, I realized that Savannah had a small mole beneath her left eye, something I'd somehow overlooked. Or that, on close inspection, her smile was slightly crooked. These were imperfections that somehow made her perfect in my eyes, but I hated the fact that I had to use the picture to learn about them.

N. Sparks.

Job Application.

The phenomenon that is social networking has taken the student population by storm.

First it was Myspace.

This website was a breeding ground for people to take pictures of themselves in the mirror, normally wearing their underwear and looking as though they have fallen face first into their make-up drawer. Natural beauty is at this point, rapidly becoming a thing of the past. Myspace soon became a hotspot for bored and lonely men around the world, who suddenly think its alright for them to message you saying things like “Hey hows it going beautiful? Your profile caught my eye and thought I’d see if you minded a chat?!” Yes I do mind, you strange and desperate little man.

Once the Myspace hype started to die down, social networkers became restless. Frantic, they scoured the internet and came across Facebook. Facebook may have appeared significantly plainer, without its fancy optional backgrounds and little orange man screaming “online now!” practically begging people to comment their walls and photos. However, like a contagious disease, the Facebook infection began to spread.

It seems normal for profile pictures to be changed every couple of hours, and statuses to be updated every time something happens to you, whether you passed your exams or just saw a bee fly into your window. Whatever it is, the social networker will be dragged like a magnet to their laptop or computer, feeling compelled to tell all 598 Facebook friends about their new socks or something equally thrilling. I’ve learned that some like to include song lyrics when they are feeling a little emotional, and some even go as far to recite us passages from the Bible. Who'd have thought it, Facebook is actually educational.

People take everything on Facebook so literally, especially when it comes to relationships. Cue shocked expressions and gasps from a bunch of girls upon hearing two of their mutual friends are now dating. “But is it Facebook official?!” one blurts out without any way of stopping herself whatsoever. And the reply? A very serious nod of the head. Woah, you don’t question a relationship when it’s on Facebook for everyone to see. And what happened to the good old days where guys would ask a girl for her phone number? Or when a girl would send her high school crush a note in Chemistry telling him she fancies him? Nowadays its “Hey, you’re hot. You got Facebook?” Nice.

Even Facebook has become a little too dull for some, and forcing them to convert to the religion of Twitter. For research purposes only (honest) I too joined the said site, uploaded a profile picture, and clicked “follow” on about four different Robert Pattinson profiles. Other than that I don’t fully understand the concept of Twitter, and I don’t see myself “tweeting” much in future. Although whilst trying to interpret the various tweets and re-tweets I came across Katy Perry’s profile, and I’m pretty certain she and Russell Brand talk more on that website than they do in real life.

shopping bag.

Bikini Top- Accessorize, £15.00

Bikini Bottoms - Accessorize, £15.00

Necklace - Accessorize, £12.00

Nail Varnish - Barry M, £2.50 each.

camels and vampires.

Given that I am being dragged kicking and screaming halfway around the world in a week's time, I think its only fair that I be paid some form of compensation. Ok so not quite dragged, and I probably won't scream at or kick anyone. However, I am going away for a grand total of four weeks; thus being torn away from all that is familiar to me, and thrown into the world of camels and magic carpets.

I'm going to stop exaggerating now.

My father has somewhat foolishly allowed me to "borrow" his credit card, in order for me to buy the necessities I so desperately need in order to travel. So far I have purchased a pair of daisy dukes, and two play suits from ASOS. I know he will despise all three.

This doesn't bother me, since my Scottish genes mean that being in anything above 30degrees Celsius will undoubtedly lead me to melting on the spot, and I must dress accordingly to avoid such a catastrophe. Although given the amount of whining and complaining that I plan to do upon arrival, this will probably prove to be a blessing in disguise to my father and brother.

Despite worrying about encountering various traders on the streets in the Middle East calling out "Three camel for your daughter" and braving the Med and all its wonders (ie sharks and jellyfish) I'm actually looking forward to a bit of colour on my skin that's not pure white and similar to that of Edward Cullen. Although if that meant becoming one of the Cullen clan, that doesn't sound so bad. Stupid Bella Swan.