YouTubers: Sprinkle of Glitter

I'm going to write a series of blog posts about my favourite youtubers and I'm going to start off by talking about Louise, Sprinkle of Glitter: http://www.youtube.com/user/Sprinkleofglitter

Her youtube channel consists of videos relating to beauty, her lovely daughter Darcy (Baby Glitter) and life in general.

The reason I shall start with Louise is because of a video that I watch fairly often as, like a lot of people, I have issues with the mind-set regarding how I look. This video is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fa5aaA-zvxY and although I can tell myself to get out of the mind-set; "there's more to me than looks", sometimes it's difficult so I sit back, watch Louise and think, "yeah, I'm am good enough". I, personally think everyone should and can be positive about themselves and when I forget for a moment, Louise reminds me. I think Louise deserves endless glitter and hugs for this.

Not only this, but Louise's attitude towards life in general and being happy is so bright and positive. It's refreshing, especially considering some horrible, personal experiences she has been through. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hzKl5-xVRY - This is her video on being happy.

She's so jolly and sooo pretty and spreads positivity that can always cheer me up! I love her blog posts and tweets and her relationships with everyone in her videos and yeah...she's so gwweeeeat! I just hope that I can possess her positivity and outlook on life. Just, yeah...subscribe to her. She's awesomesauce.

Favourite Louise & Zoe video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KImIGX_27lY&list=UUfAEEhKikW1676DCa_0OWLA&index=8
Favourite vlog: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ht71Jc5qxt0
Favourite collab video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0UqcuVcTQs&list=UUfAEEhKikW1676DCa_0OWLA&index=14 OR http://www.youtube.com/watch?

Smiles & Milkshake,

The Girl in the Moonlight.

Eyes Alight

The Eyes Alight appeal is a part of BIRT (Brain Injury Rehabilitation Trust) formed due to Izzy Judd being "inspired" by her brother, Rupert and his sad story: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6T1wUWyjfJg

Not only does this bring floods to my eyes (every time), it's even worse to think about the amount of people with these stories. Yet, the Eyes Alight appeal is a way to make, as Izzy says, the process "brighter".

"Eyes Alight is totally inspired by my brother Rupert who suffered a serious brain injury as a result of a car accident. Rupert's story is just one of so many stories about people who, sadly, are going through long term brain injury rehabilitation. After getting to know other service users at Kent House, I noticed that there were things that would make a big difference to their lives. For example, laptops to help them keep in touch with their family and friends, developing a sensory garden for everyone to enjoy, and providing music therapy sessions which are both fun and an aid to rehabilitation. By supporting the Eyes Alight Appeal, together we can make brain injury rehabilitation a little bit brighter." - Izzy Judd [Johnston].

When I sit and think about it, I just think how sad it is; how much it - quite frankly - sucks: that all these futures have been altered; all these lives of their families - of the victim - have been changed but then I think (and as heart-wrenching as it is): this stuff happens all the time and look at what an awesome charity has been a result of such a terrible thing.

Their aim is simple: the money raised helps patients smile a little more. This could be by having new equipment for their favourite hobby or going on a day out. It, in turn, makes the eyes become "alight".

Be sure to check them out and donate if you can! http://www.thedtgroup.org/brain-injury/eyesalight

Hearts & Gumdrops,

The Girl in the Moonlight.

A Hopeless Romantic Who Doesn't Believe in Love

The title of this post explains it all to me, but I am very aware it is an oxymoron which could make one wonder what the hay I'm talking about: "a hopeless romantic who doesn't believe in love" and it's been my way of thinking from whatever age I first considered the strange concept of "love".

I shall explain:

I have always been a sucker for romantic films, books and songs; I adore fairy-tale, Disney relationships and fall for every charming fictional character I've ever had the joy of delving into their worlds: Dave-the-Laugh, Wes, Logan, Kian, Peeta, Gale, Romeo, and trust me the list goes on. My tummy is inhabited with butterflies whenever I read the most beautifully-crafted words of Nicholas Sparks, producing delicate feelings in which a character feels for another. There are songs that send me to another world completely. A world where "the grass is green" and happiness is not - as One Tree Hill phrases - a "destination"; where evil does not exist and would not ever be inflicted on another: the perfect world.

But - (and I apologise to a previous English teacher who would be having a right old tizz if she were to witness me using "but" at the beginning of a sentence) and the only way I can think of putting it is - I am a cynic. A boy cannot, in my eyes, produce the most thoughtful gesture without influence and a girl sees faults that should not exist. "Love" lasts only as long as the mind wishes to endure, and the small things vanish when the heart refuses to play any more. The concept of "love", to me is simply a commercial-scam to keep the economy existing, to keep some kind of happiness on the surface, to keep people disillusioned when times are darker than those with power wish to portray.

"Love" can neither be pinpointed by those whose voice is louder, nor can it be explained by a blogger who can - all in the same day - cry at the heart-wrenching film Titanic and cringe at her best friend for claiming to be in the full-swing process of the motion of, yes, "love".

If this were an essay, I'd conclude with facts and figures supporting an assured view without contradictions. Yet, I can't. Wherever I see true heart being spoken in words, I feel my eyes sting with excited tears but I also see an inevitable, eventual disease, and where I see roses produced by the modern-day-Romeo, I both "aw" outwardly and see a woman who intends to make this man happy until the next season's Gucci arrives.

Sunshine & Sandcastles,

The Girl in the Moonlight.

(Plot twist: all of the above does not mean that I do not see that love does exist...)

"You Miss the Memories, Not the Person"

Watching people change around you is the worst thing; especially when you, personally do not want to change. I don't want to put it out there that people changing is not a good idea; that is not what I'm saying. Only, sometimes it can be and sometimes it can leave people feeling isolated.

I once had a very close friend for a long time who decided who she was (who I loved) wasn't who she wanted to be or who would be the person who would achieve the things that she wanted to - more of the latter, I'd say - and as a result I, of course, was pushed out a little. Well, a lot. She wanted to go out with people who weren't my type of people and moreover she didn't want to go out with me. It was the summer that was supposed to be the "best" I'd ever have and yet it was the summer of me being angry and bitter, especially considering before summer she'd often enjoy to show me up a little - although I don't think that was particularly successful. I'm not saying that's her fault, not really. I'm just saying that sometimes people forget about those who have been there (I'm not boasting about me as a partner in friendship but I was a good friend to her) and that's not fun.

Anyway, it's easy, when a little annoyed to sit back and watch. Watch this person become who they two years ago, even a year ago wouldn't have wanted to ever be. It's not my place to tell anyone how they should handle it, I don't know whether she would have listened to me: maybe, maybe not. Yet, I watched. Well, more accurately sat at home doing nothing, feeling sad, feeling lonely.

It sucked. It really does suck, right?

However, eventually the anger faded and turned into pity and suddenly I was proud of myself. I was the bigger person and now, I'm happy. I know who I am, who I need to be and I'll always be true to who I am (I hear the cheese and I shall spread it!). I spent way too long holding onto memories and thinking I missed the person when that person really wasn't there anymore. It's another sad story, you may say, that this person lost themselves; I wish them the best of luck!

Smiles & Pearls,

The Girl in the Moonlight.

Step-by-Step Guide to Dealing With a Fangirl/boy

Nowadays fangirls and fanboys outnumber those without a musical/TV/sport (tick as appropriate) obsession. Triggered by an incredible motion of love felt for the trigger, a fan-attack can often take place. This is a guide to let you know what could happen.

Common symptoms to look out for:

- "my feels": Inside they are exploding, but it's ok.

- "can u not": It is likely that the person/band have become too beautiful for the victim (the fangirl or fanboy) to deal with and they may repeatedly utter "can u not".

- "I hate them": When this phrase is used it's relating to the person/band/group of people and I must point out, they don't actually hate them. In this moment their emotions have become disorientated and their love has got mixed with the excitement of it all. In contrast they may repeat "I love them" and this will be said with a similar tone with pure sadness and happiness in their eyes. They may even mix 'n' match the two of them.

- "I can't"; "can't even": There's no need to panic. The can breathe; (in the instance where they can't breathe please don't follow my guidelines, I'm having a wee chuckle, but all the same: this is a serious topic) a brief metaphorical and sometimes physical pain is being felt through their body and to the victim can feel very severe because they feel like they cannot handle it. It will pass.

- Is she/he making sounds resembling "asdfghjkl"? Yes? Ok, this isn't good. It will pass. However if the sounds resemble more of a "kdsancsnmcladmlkmxqksdlkpcs"* then things just got serious.

- Shortly after the victim of a love so deep may lie on the floor. This is called the "fangirled out" stage. These sessions can last past an hour; just leave them to it.

- This is often followed by a "I'm dying" stage. They're not dying (again if they are dying, please disregard anything I'm saying). It's a fan euphemism. They're ok. It may be said over and over again seeming as though there's not breaks to breathe.

Side notes:

- Do not under any circumstances, once the fan-attack has blown over call their love a "phase" and do not tell them they "overreacted". It's not a phase, they haven't overreacted and you're not helping. Please treat the subject with care, affection and everlasting support.

- Their mood may be aggressive, sad or incredibly happy.

- When the fan-attack takes place it can involve hysterical crying through the whole process/at a certain stage/not at all.

- Symptoms/orders can vary depending on the fan and the trigger.

*there are variations to how the pattern of what sounds like a jumble of letters (when in fact is a very intricate way of saying those three words) can sound and all are of similar urgency.

Good luck.

Tea & Scones,

The Girl in the Moonlight.

Expectations

When I talk about expectations I'm meaning the pressure upon oneself when faced with a task/series of exams or whatnot. Thus, expectations suck, right? I don't think that many people sit at home, revision spread before them smiling, thinking "this weight on my shoulders makes me feel free". Well, if anyone does, then kudos to you. Kudos...and can I be you?

I know not many people are but I am not an Exam Person. It makes me very nervous and when sat in the hall, crisp booklet of paper with nonsense spilled out over each page, whatever I had revised is very jumbled.

Now, becoming rather nauseous at the thought of the exams that wait for me, I know this will never get easier.

You must remember:

- quotes
- examples
- to link back to the question
- exciting new information that the examiner won't have heard of before
- to be brilliant
- write neatly in the stupidly short amount of time for a whole essay and two questions
- to have a cohesive structure
- not to burst into tears.
- etc etc.

Okay. Breathe. You can do this.

Strawberries & Cream,

The Girl in the Moonlight.

I Was About to Save Someone's-

I cringe my way through life. In fact, my life is the definition of cringe. However, I like to convince myself that I go through life with elegance and finesse. Apparently I actually grace life with clumsy, red-faced and awkward actions. One Sunday afternoon was no exception.

Pretending to be très sophisticated, I sat in a café, hot chocolate with whipped cream before me, tapping my foot in a one-sided boy-meets-girl-esque manner, eyes drifting back and forth to the beautifulgorgeousfantastical creation of a guy that wasn't too far away. Ignoring the fact that I was sat there in a far-from-flattering top and worn Converse, I continued on my mission.

Now I wasn't aware of what my "mission" was, but you picture these perfect scenes, don't you: both pairs of eyes meet before the boy sits in front of you, ukulele in hands singing of your eyes and hair, one's fairy-tale has lift off. Just me? Alrighty. Okay, he looked over. Here we go. Mind in a state of HE'S GORGEOUS, HE'S PERFECT, LET'S GET MARRIED way of thinking, I took a wee slurp of my drink. He was smiling. He smiled.

Now to proceed further with one's mission. I smiled slightly - just slightly - and he grinned back. A grin: better than a smile. A grin. Looking down in a modest - like the movies - manner, I caught my reflection in my phone. Oh, of course. I had whipped cream all over my face. Obviously. Drat.

Fine, he wants to play it that way. Rude. Despite Mr. Cleanface I continued with my sophisticated ways in life and rather Queen-like dabbed at my face with a napkin. Hrumph.

Well I couldn't leave, could I? Now that would be tragic. So, I stayed, becoming more and more aggressive at my many attempts at the new game on my phone. I could still sense Mr. Whatshisface with no cream on his face sat at the other side of the café and so acted my cool as cucumber self for the next twenty minutes, casually skimming the newspaper on the table before standing up, previous events blocked from my mind.

You know what I need? I need a quick trip to bathroom, as one may call it. Doo de dum, walking through the maze of tables, narrowly avoiding an oncoming angry-looking waitress and an old sweetheart with an adorable hat before I reach the toilet.

I turn the handle and hear a bit of a kerfuffle. Now, here is where I went wrong. A normal citizen would take this as "oh! Someone's using the facilities! A bit embarrassing for the both of us, but a completely awkwardamondo situation saved. Step back and wait!", but no...not me. "Oh Gosh", I said a bit too loudly, people nearest to me hearing. "I think he's in trouble!" This handle had never been too good and so I turned it and stumbled in. I was about to save someone's-

Mr. beautifulgorgeousfantastical not looking so beautifulgorgeousfantastical with his ankles around his trousers or maybe his trousers around his ankles, I'm not sure. It was a strange moment. Anyhoo, you know the rest. Of course, he was, indeed "using the facilities". A few nearerbyers had rushed to my aid from before and awkwardly shuffled off. "I'm sorry," I muttered before, too, shuffling off feeling rather faint.

Goodbye Prince Charming,

Shooting stars & Toffee Apples,

The Girl in the Moonlight.