seven videos to procrastinate with

my brain is dead this past week and I can’t think of any creative post outcomes so I decided to show you what I watch when I’m procrastinating  for hours.

  1. how to be a disney princess things

2. people stereotyping each other

3. people telling their parents how they lost their virginity (which I found strangely funny)

4. polygamy documentaries, weirdly interesting.

5. watching youtube couples marry and divorce on youtube.

6. Theresa May (pointless politics and videos)

 

Have fun kiddos,

Astrid xxx

aka. Hideaway Girl xxx

Was it tipsy or being just damn happy?

Hi everyone! I wasn’t sure if to post this blog post yesterday but I asked my blogging friends and they said it’s my blog so it’s my decision. And this blog post, will include a disclaimer which I don’t think I’ve ever done *shock*

Disclaimer: this blog post isn’t encouraging alcohol or anything like that. This is just what happened at my friends house the other day.

As I’m getting older, this blog is going to become more mature and have topics which most young children wouldn’t experience but as most of my readers at the moment are my age or older, I thought it would be okay to write about this kind of stuff now.

So if you saw my last blog post, you could see that I was really nervous about going camping with my friends. I would recommend reading that blog post before reading the rest as then you’ll have the full story.

Anyways, I did go in the hot tub. *Congrats Astrid, you actually decided to strip and not give a shit what the others thought* But I had a shirt on because I was wearing a very boobie out swim suit (as I got it about 2 years ago but never bothered to buy a new one as I never go swimming).  The hot tub was okay but I kept getting kicked in the vagina by thousands of feet as it was pretty small and only 4 people were meant to be in there so I didn’t stay in there for that long.

We ordered chinese and one of my friends brought alcohol which was only enough for about 3 people. I paid for one and my other friend drank a ‘shit mix’ (I think you can get what that means). Anyways, that was like 80% pure alcohol but mine was like 5% and I drank 2 bottles. So it  wasn’t that bad but I’m a light weight and it was my second time that I probably drank alcohol without an adult keeping an eye on me. However, Reece and my friend, Lily decided to be my parents and tried to get me to go to sleep at 9 30ish but I was having none of it so David and Reece had to keep rugby tackling me to get me to bed. I don’t really remember all of this though like the party I went to in October.

My mother decided to call me which I was apparently very happy about. And my friends were screaming about how much they loved her across the tent so she guessed that there was drinks so when I came home, the following morning, she checked my awful stinky breath straight away. She was surprising okayish about it with a slight look of disappointment but I think it more amusing than anything.

Reece said that I was not at all body conscious after drinks and thinking back at it now, makes me want to die in a hole and cringe. However, I had an amazing night… kinda.

The weather was crap, it was thundering and raining so we couldn’t go to the hot tub until 3 but I was too tired to go then so I stayed inside. It was super hot, like as hot as Malaga so I was trying to get myself to cool down the whole night.

Then after the others came back, the hot tub started beeping and nobody knew how to stop it . So it went on like that the whole night.

I went to sleep at 4 then woke up at 6 to cockerels and birds chirping and other animals making noises as Vipers house is literally next to a house which sounds there is  like a farm in their back garden.

Anyways, what was the moral of this story? Nothing really but I’m so proud of myself for coming out of the self conscious wall even though it involved alcohol to get out.

I’m going to Bath tomorrow which I’m so excited about, what are your plans?

Astrid,

aka Hideaway Girl xxx

 

 

 

Updates and gossip from the one and unheard ‘Carlos’

Good evening the world of blogging! (Maybe a bit to formal for me but It will work) My given name by Astrid (aka hideawaygirl) is Carlos, my real name is Reece as some know. A few brief things about me! 

Like any typical teenage boy I like to play sports.                                                 For those who have seen her YouTube channel and twitter those videos and photos of me are a bad repsentation of what I look like !       I like art and do a lot of drawing and photography. Also play the guitar a little not the best at it though. And I’m currently missing Astrid. 

Astrid has gone to Malaga until Saturday. She made it there safely as I saw from mugs on snapchat😂 I hope she has some what of a good time there and maybe finds a passion for Spanish and maybe like it a little more 😂 more than likely not 😂 here’s a list of things that I hope happens when she comes back 

1. She isn’t so pale, no joke light reflects off her. (It’s a joke I’m not a mean guy before you report me to something I have no clue what)

2. She buys me a present. Look hear me out I know it sounds selfish but you know it’s nice to have a gift after someone who you speak to every day decides to just to go well im of to Spain 2 weeks before it happens.

3. She bonds with her friends more. I had to put something nice in the list •-•

4. She doesn’t have a Spanish boyfriend. Yeah I’ve seen it happen those Spanish boys tempt girls with their dark brown skin and dark wavy hair ‘Hey bebé ¿te gustaría venir a mi casa’ – only thing I need to know in Spanish ( I take German as a language)

5. She doesn’t struggle on the mocks that I’ve struggled on.

So that was my list of things I hope for when she gets back.
 If anyone else is taking mock tests for the new gcse syllabus 1-9 science thing or a matter of fact any tests I wish you luck also I would advise from a personal viewing read some of Astrids stuff on stress and tips on revising its helped me. 
A quick thing or 2 before I sign out. This month on the 28th we would of been going out for a year which for teenagers is mental and I’m happy she hasn’t dumped me because despite my injuries and other things it’s been the best year of my life so far. And this is in response to her ew relationships ( would recommend the read) teenage relationships can work. This week I will try to post small things about miss hideawaygirl if not thank you for reading this and getting this far writing a post is weird for me. Also one more fact about me I have a weird sense of humour . So let’s finish on a joke 

 Where do animals go when their tails fall off?

The retail store. 

Oh you didn’t find that funny. I’m sorry I’ll work on my joke telling for next time ! 

This is Carlos/Reece and I’ll see ya later ! 😉

Reasons why I hate my canal boat.

Hi,everyone! Guess who’s probably going to stay the next few days on a canal boat in the middle of nowhere with a plastic toilet which literally stinks so much that it hurts my tonsils? me. And I’m probably going to be on my period. So joy.

I wonder why I hate the boat.

And if you’re still wondering, I’ve made a list of reasons why I hate the boat:

  1. At the moment, it’s in a small town just outside of London which only consists of a park and charity shops
  2. I can’t shower on the boat. The water is limited and when there is enough, it’s fucking freezing and so dry shampoo and wipes will become my best friend
  3. Talking about being cold, my dad is strict about the heating so we will be allowed to have the heating before bed but he will turn it off before he goes to bed and I will wake up in the middle of the night with the fear of dying of hyperthermia.
  4. The toilet. I don’t want to go into details about it.
  5. Having to have microwaved food. I hate microwaved food.
  6. No wifi. At all.
  7. The crap singal.
  8. People thinking having a canal boat is cool. It isn’t.
  9. Being in a small place with my family for a few days. I love them and all but I can’t be in a small place with them for ages without getting into fights.
  10. Getting woken up by the birds and the swans.
  11. Getting attacked by the swans
  12. Hearing the knocking of your window because the swans want food and so hiss at you until they are full.
  13. Not being with my friends or Reece. I miss them so much when I’m on the boat that I actually cry.
  14. How passersby look into your windows.
  15. Not being able to concentrate on revision on the boat.
  16. Scared at night because the boat makes weird noises and you’re paranoid someone has broke into the boat.

There’s many other reasons that will come to my head while I’m on the boat and I’ll try to tweet about it to keep you updated 🙂

I’m not going to be able to write a blog post or read any due to the low amount of wifi. However, if you want to contact me either email me (hideawaygirlblog@gmail.com) or tweet me.

I hope you guys have a lovely easter,

Hideaway Girl xxx

Being a muggable face.

Hi,everyone! First things first, thank you for all of your emails recently about the group chat, I’m slowly adding people to the group. However, we don’t want too many people because it will get too hectic but we already have a group name which Sav excellently  named for us.

Have you seen the new update of Facebook? Where they’ve copied snapchat and now have stories? I mean…. come on Facebook, be original. I don’t need another place where my face is mugged and exploited by my friends on the internet.

In Spanish, today, my friend Keys just kept aiming her camera at me and taking photos of me but not even in a particular bad angle. It’s just that I look so bad whenever a camera hits me. My face just decides to give up with me and stay in these weird positions.

I think my face doesn’t know what to do or my brain can’t register for ages that a camera is pointing at me before it is taken.

This is the flattering photo that Keys took of me by the way if you were interested in how bad it was:

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I mean it’s gotten to the point where I don’t even look like myself in these photos and some people call me the face of mugs. LIKE I’M THAT BAD.

My friends have increased their thirst for my mugable face to humor themselves so all day, there is a fear of snapchat in the back of my mind and I’m hiding myself behind barriers (e.g. Reece or my coat) but I always get caught. I’m not going to show you the rest and the worst because I want to carry on with my dignity on my blog.

But do you guys understand it? Like my face literally just looks bad captured in a moment? I mean I’m not that bad looking.

Hideaway Girl xxx

 

I was engaged to a 5o year old.

Hi,everyone! And god, I love you guys so much…. *rudely interrupted by Ed Sheeran’s weird and slightly disturbing huffing vocal thing in the new song Barcelona and now, I’m dancing while pretending to be in Malaga already…BARCELONA.. BARCELONA…BARCELONA. I think I now have a new song to shake my shoulders to*

It’s friday and boy, I’m think I’m the most exhausted I’ve been in a while. By the way, I really loved replying to your comments today because I’ve been away for a while and coming back yesterday, has given me this weird inspiration to get through the day to write this blog post. It’s just weird how much I love blogging… I love you more than pizza and that’s a pretty big proposal.

Today, I’m going to tell you the story of when I got engaged to 50 year old man.

Yes, I had another man in my life while with Reece and the story begins in the tiny cafe I was working in during last summer of 2016.

This cafe wasn’t The Ritz of the small town I live in. It had one broken boiler(which made me wash dishes in freezing cold water), they forgot to pay for the holy dishwasher and the hygiene was worse than a prison cafeteria (I saw them drop, sneeze and keep over date food and put it on a plate).

Although the cafe was probably the most disgusting cafe to eat in, I really liked the customers, the people I worked with and the pay. However, there was one regular, who didn’t actually buy anything but ‘borrowed’ money, was this 50 year old overweight alcoholic who we will call ‘Paul’.

The first time I met Paul was when I was trying to master the latte (which you don’t know how bloody annoying it is to make and how many times I have wanted to pour a latte over a customer when they complained about the time it took to make it). I suddenly heard this painful wailing and a man at the till was asking where my boss was but I couldn’t understand a word he was saying as he was slurring so much and I was so distracted by what he was wearing;he was wearing a  grey vest which had the most obvious sweat marks I have ever seen with a hairy fat stomach and arm pits pouring out of it. I never saw him wear a different vest from that day and gained many other mystery stains since then.

After trying to calm him down for about 30 minutes and reassure the customers everything was fine, my boss came back from Londis to see me trying to get a 50 year old man to stop crying. The moment my boss came back, I was escaping to the sanctuary of the  kitchen so I didn’t have to deal with this man who kept snotting everywhere and looking at my chest in most unobvious way.

Finally, Paul calmed down and came to say goodbye to me. He said to my boss ‘I don’t know how you could get work done with that sexy face around’.. I actually was so close to throw a cheap mug at him, my feminist inside me was fuming. However, my boss said ‘sorry mate, she’s taken by an emo boy.’ and he replied with ‘Well, I need to put a ring on her first then’.

I thought he was joking..

Paul found out the hours I worked and would come to the cafe whenever I worked or he needed cash and an English breakfast which I hated so much because he was nice but he was so so so creepy. He always would ask me about Reece and if we were still together and he would always call me ‘babe’ or compliment me even know he knew I was under the age of 18.

One day, on my day off, I got a call off my boss who was laughing hysterically telling me to come in and bring Reece.

When I got into the cafe, my boss was literally grinning ear to ear like an annoying little brother and said that I had a surprise from Paul. My initial reaction was oh god, my boss told Pete it was my birthday again and so he’s given me a fiver.

But no, I was given this fake plastic yellow diamond ring from Paul.. who got my boss to ask me his proposal.

Of course, I said no but my boss said I jumped for joy and said yes to Paul..

Whenever Paul came in from then on, I would take my lunch break or wash up so I didn’t have to speak to him but he still thought the engagement was real. You probably think I’m overreacting but this drug addict thought I was going to be this future wife and he made it pretty clear to all of the customers. One of the old ladies would always ask me about Paul and me like we were an actual thing. It was that ridiculous.

The cafe suddenly closed down in October (probably due to how much money they gave Paul)  and didn’t tell me. However, Paul lives quite near me so whenever I see him, I jump across the road and hide. I think the engagement is off now as I saw him with a woman the other day and they looked pretty happy. It was gross but I was so relieved.

Good old Paul.

Hideaway Girl xxx

tad bit dumb.

Hi,everyone! Sometimes, before I write a blog post, I do a small mindmap to go over in my head what’s happened recently and well my day from the mindmap makes me look like a complete idiot. I’m going to introduce a new person to my blog and so I need a nickname.. lets call him Viper. Viper sounds a little evil but he always wears snake tshirts (he has several ones with the same design but different colour) and he can be sometimes evil himself. Anyway, Viper is in a lot of my classes and so we have become friends even though we argue 24/7 about feminism and racism. And yes… he’s a trump supporter so there’s a lot we disagree on.

However, he’s pretty funny and entertaining so I’m still friends with him even though I will admit I get pissed off with him so easily.

Anyway, today, I actually agreed with him on something. I’m actually pretty dumb..

Now, I do alright in exams but that’s because I revise my arse off for them but to be honest, I forget everything in like 70 hours or so. However, Viper gets one or two marks off from me normally but he hasn’t revise. He finds it hilarious that I revise for like 6 hours or so just to be average in the class. My brain gives up with me.

My first class today was sport which I hate but we’re doing trampolining so I find it pretty fun to just bounce around and sing lyrics really loud that a Year 9 GCSE sport  class gets to play basketball with my lovely singing of Mr.Brightside in the background. Me being me, I have always nearly fallen off but I have been blessed by my legs to stumble on the trampoline before actually landing on my face.

However, today was kinda different.

While I was getting off the trampoline, after my performance of the usual Riptide and jumping with my hands pumping in the air, I decided that I was going to be a little spontaneous and get off the trampoline aa different way. So I jumped.  A very stupid idea if you’re wearing socks and you have a tendency to be clumsy  as it ends like this:

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Credits to Elle who decided to capture the moment and decide to show the whole year of my failure on Snapchat. What a great friend.

Also don’t you just love how my friends don’t even try to help me get up but decide to just pose for a photo with the thumbs up..

You can’t see how happy their faces are either as I covered their faces because of anonymity.

Falling from the trampoline isn’t the only thing that makes me feel I’m a little dumb, weird and awkward human being. There’s a list:

  1. Not being able to dab which Elle has filmed in the middle of learning Macbeth
  2. Getting the answer 14586. 2032 while everyone else gets 48.2.
  3. Falling down the stairs in a busy school building and just casually walking away while the little Year 7s crackle
  4. Dumbest student in Physics even the teacher thinks.
  5. Not ever being able to do a bloody cartwheel.
  6. And many other things which I don’t wish to admit right away.

I’m proud to be a weird human being as I entertain the class (by them laughing at me which I’m fine with as I can take a joke).However, I’m not dumb at everything. I think it’s okay to be bad at stuff which for me is physical activity and science. So you shouldn’t feel really stupid and dumb at everything because there will be things which you’re good at and other people might actually find you’re being brave at admitting you’re crap at something (which can be very hard to do). Try to improve and do your best but if you’re always going to be bad at it, don’t worry as I’m sure you’ll be good at lots of other things and that you won’t need the formula for Kinetic Potential Energy for most other jobs apart from science and maths and stuff like that.

Before I go, I want to say thank you for all of the emails I received yesterday after I published my anxiety post. They are all very supportive and it really does make me feel better 🙂 I will be replying to all of them now,

Hideaway Girl xxx

Email: hideawaygirlblog@gmail.com

Twitter: hideawaygirl10

Instagram: hideaway.girl

 

A believer of Magic Meg?

Hi,everyone! I hope you had a lovely Christmas day 🙂

I started Bloglovin which you can follow me on 🙂

Getting back to the blog post:

For one of my presents, I got tarot cards which are basically fortune cards that tell your future (how surprising, eye roll)

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I’m not believer of being able to tell your future  with a glass ball and a few cards. However, I had a go with my dad. The first thing you have to do is ask a question to the fortune teller or what my dad called himself ‘Magic Meg’. I asked the most boring question ‘Will I go to Uni?’

Magic Meg (my dad) then made me pick 3 cards which will determine what I’m thinking, what actions will I have to take and what will be the outcome.

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My first card was ‘the World’ that determined what really was on my mind. The card said that I’m thinking about travelling the world in the future or a new job which involves a new route in life. That is kinda true as I do want to travel and maybe take a gap year and I do need/want to get a job which may lead me out of the town, that I’m currently living, when I’m in sixth form.

The World card also stated that I thought I was gaining weight (which in some ways, I do) and that I need to start exercising which I do as I’ve gotten some yoga and fitness things for Christmas. To be honest, I’m not going to stick at it.

Next was the second card which was ‘six of Earth’ which stated what I needed to do now to achieve my goal. It said that I have a sum of money coming in soon but I must share out fairly. It said I needed to start communicating with children again which is slightly weird as I just quitted my gymnastics volunteering at a children’s club. It said that I should also look closer at a kind of work which involves speaking up for people’s rights which is one of the things I want to do when I’m older funnily enough and it would also look very good to apply for a uni with.

Last but the most important showed out the outcome so it told me if I was going to go to uni or not. This card was ‘water King’ which said that negotiations will go well for me and that I have a secret talent to making homes for people who need them.  I’m not a builder, I can tell you that for sure;I can’t even carry a plank of wood without collapsing. Also, I don’t really want to be a builder.

Oh well.

Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely relaxed boxing day. I would actually recommend to buy tarot cards, they are really funny and quite fun to be honest

I’m going to start doing my yoga,

See you soon,

Hideaway Girl xxx

 

 

 

trying to take things easy.

Hi,everyone! I’m trying to get my crap together but however much I try, it seems to break me on the inside but I’m still smiling. Sometimes, I find myself having a forced smile that makes me look like I’ve gotten facial injections.

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It’s complicated to explain how I feel at the moment. Some parts of the day is really good and I can’t stop laughing but others, I’m panicked and paranoid about what’s going to happen next. I just feel something missing sorta a bit like this Lily Allen song *she’s my spirit animal*

However, there’s one thing that I’m very happy and proud about today. I had a business studies presentation to do and well, I was so nervous but somehow I got through it sounding confident and well not stuttering so that’s something 🙂

Tomorrow, I’m going to be ‘officially’ meeting Carlo’s parents which I’m nervous about like I’m shaking thinking about it right now. I’ve met them before but it was very awkward and well, I’m scared they don’t like me. I can’t really avoid it now as his parents aren’t letting him come around on Sunday unless if I see them tomorrow. I’m pretty impressed in how clever that idea was to be fair.

On Sunday, I’m going to be inviting my friends and Carlos around to decorate my Christmas tree and afterwards, watching a very seasonal film which I haven’t yet decided on. I’m really looking forward to it :))

I haven’t got any homework this weekend but I need to carry on revising because well, I’m kinda failing at Physics and Biology, whoops.

School stress has been getting to me a little and I had a massive panic attack while my parents were out so I’m going to try and take it easy this weekend but still revise.

Anyway, I’ll see you this weekend 🙂

Hideaway Girl xxx

 

 

 

 

 

The very exciting (but scary) future.

Hi,everyone! I’ve been thinking about the future. Well more than thinking, it’s been on my mind so much these past few weeks. Sometimes it makes me happy, hopeful and excited but other times, it can make me stressed, sad and confused. Adults in my life (teachers, parents and well, my whole family) have been saying that it’s nearly the time of my life where I make life changing choices. For example, what I want to have a career in, what I want to achieve and where or how am I going to get my wants which seems a little scary as I’m getting older and (this may sound weird and stupid) I never really believed I would get older, a bit Peter Pan who decided to become transgender. I’ve recently realised that I will be old and grey one day. It makes me so sad.

I have the choice to study my A-Levels in London or stay in this tiny little countryside town where I live now. The thing is I’m worried about leaving this town (let’s call it Ilfracombe,I love it there btw). I don’t mean that I’ll miss this place because to be honest, it’s so boring here and I feel like I can’t live here for the rest of my existence. It’s a beautiful place here but they’re isn’t any opportunities and work here compared to London. However, I have friends here which I can’t seem to imagine living without. Elle and I had this plan of how we would travel to Six Form together in the mornings which doesn’t seem like a big dream or anything but I feel like I would be abandoning her and I would miss her.. a lot.

Carlos doesn’t know what the hell he is going to do but he has the option of going to the Navy which may be in London anyway but I feel like he isn’t going to stick to that plan  so it won’t make a difference to my decision. In reality, Carlos and I might not be even together by then; you never know what’s going to happen.

Anyway, I may even die tomorrow by getting run over so let’s focus on now I guess.

It’s getting to a closed in the Autumn season now and I’m actually pretty devastated  about it too. My instagram feed which looks very very autumnal has to end now which is quite sad for me to be upset about but oh well. It’s time to post cute christmas lights and tumblr Costa mugs of chocolate orange hot chocolate (it’s very tasty btw). In the meantime, before December starts, I will still cling onto my autumn postings on social media.

Next weekend, I’m going to be decorating the christmas tree but unlike all the 15 years I’ve been doing it for, this year will be serious and I’m going to be doing a pretty fancy job;not like the tacky falling thistle and broken old baubles on the fake plastic christmas tree which has been happening since J (my 12 year old brother)  decided he was going to get involved. So I’m getting my elfs ( Elle or Carlos) to come around and help me.  It’s going to be so good.

My friends have been talking about this one trip to Spain that some students (moi and my friends) are going to. I’m going to Spain in May where we will be staying in Malaga and visiting this secondary school there. I bet I’m going to the palest person in Malaga for 5 days. The trip also includes bullfighting (which I’m going to try to protest about in my awful Spanish) and dancing where it’s guaranteed that I will be embarrass myself, oh happy days.

Anyway, I need to catch up on my Netflix watchings 🙂

Hideaway Girl xxx