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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I'm only... eight days late. No biggie, the year is still young.

So, happy 2013! Did you have a good Christmas? Good. Me? Yeah, was quite good. I was bridesmaid on Christmas Eve for my mother to get married. Funniest. Wedding. Ever. They laughed through all of the vows, I had hiccups throughout it all, my stepdad cracked too many jokes and yeah, it was fun! The Italian restaurant was mmm PERFECTO. Couldn't eat dessert, though. Way too full. La Trattoria is an amazing restaurant, but my God, I was stuffed. We all were. At night (well, evening) we went to the (not-so) Midnight Mass up St Peters Church. Now, I'm not religious, but this was in memory of my uncle. He used to ring the bells at that church and it was just the church he was part of for some time in his life, so we felt that since it was our first Christmas without him, it would be appropriate if we went and sang a few carols. I lit three candles- one for my uncle, one for my Grandpa Griff and one for all the young people who have tragically passed away in Cwmparc (where I live) over the past few years. Christmas Eve was just perfect.

Christmas Day was awesome, too. I'm proud of the gifts I bought. Captured my family's personalities pretty well! I was also really pleased with my gifts. My main present was Euros and spending money for home, but I had some sweet Olly Murs merchandise, The whole of The Big Bang Theory collection, some cute stuff, funny stuff, stuff stuff. What most 17-year-olds have, really. The meal at The Lord Tonypandy Carvery was nice, too. Except there weren't any jokes in our crackers. Not. Amused. After all of that and just blobbing about (yes, I said blobbing and no I don't know why) it was time for the soaps. Most of them bore me but I quite enjoyed Eastenders, though I think the built up Derek's death far too much. I mean, I was expecting something dramatic, but a heart attack? Really? Come on, Eastenders, what about a Bradley Branning style death? Or even another Whodunnit?

Boxing Day we flew to Paris and it was my gran's first time flying. The plane was an old banger and it felt like a freaking earthquake as we landed, but no biggie. I managed to get myself Olly's autobiography at Cardiff Airport so all communication towards me was disabled as I had earphones in and was glued to that book. I even finished it that night. Let's see... umm... got to Paris... got to our hotel... cocked up our order with our pizza delivery (blame my "now official" stepdad) and went to bed.

The following two days just included Disneyness in the parks. Oh, and I went on a rollercoaster with a loop! I didn't plan on the loop, but we queued for so long that I couldn't care less- I just wanted to sit down. I screamed my lungs out on the ride, but it was awesome! When I told Tash, she told me that I'd soon become a rollercoaster junkie... not so sure about that, but who knows? Oh, and I went a lift in the hotel. That's two fears conquered in a space of 24 hours. Not bad, if you ask me!

New Years Eve was just sitting on the sofa with the mother and stepdad, some junk food and just being random. It was pretty fun, but nothing major.

So, what does 2013 have in store for me? Well, only time can tell, but the Inspire Awards are in progress, I'm hoping to do more voluntary work and well, who knows what else? I just hope it's going to be a great year!

Oh and Mayans? Unlucky!