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Now before you back off in annoyance, thinking you've already gotten enough insight this month via Blogmas, thank you very much, I'm not going to repeat myself, no worries! I rarely do, even in real life, though I have to sometimes because people insist I speak really quietly (in my opinion, they just need to listen more closely).

So let's just start twirling, shall we?

First of all, I know I've already virtually screamed out #twoyearsofrosysmith about 6 months ago; however, that was about Rosy Smith in general, meaning my blogging debut on tumblr
, and today it's all about this very URL you're at right now! This day a year ago, I just threw a bunch of my already-written posts on there, which is why they're all dated the same, and received about 25 views that months which were all me being vain and looking at my own stuff because I like to see it online so much. Anyways, whoever it is that's doing so today, have a drink on me! (Metaphorically, of course.)

Shopping list: velours pants. Could be fake, doesn't matter, but I tried on some cool ones on Christmas day and they were too wide at the waist and now I'm aching to find a replacement. I'm actually going shopping tomorrow, because I haven't done that in absolutely ages (since the summer! Again, no winter pieces! Not that it's very wintery outside, but a girl's got needs, and they include velvet tops and tight black leather pants)! There's not much time left in the shopping year....

....which brings me to the real end of the year, New Year's Eve. Isn't it funny how many people seem to have a love/hate attitude towards this particular evening? Most of them say it's because they feel pressured to have a good time that night and then be totally hungover-free and ready to become a health guru by 1st of January. Take my advice, lovelies: Think of it as a regular night out - you'll have the same old fun as always - and then, at midnight, allow yourself to have a fairytale moment in which you get all dazed and enchanted by all the fireworks and glitter and champagne and feel the special haze of opportunity. Don't draw comparisions to confetti (thrown generously and then lying uselessly around the floor with the dirt), but screw your sceptical frown and wave your paper streamer in the air! That's what they're talking about when they say New Year's Eve is special. You can go on worrying about the same old things as yesterday on the 1st of January and no one will judge you for it. Personally, I believe that's why the 1st is a holiday, anyway. You're supposed to cure yourself, properly remove all of that mascara, and then, on the 2nd, you may proceed with being your fabulous self.

Reminds me that I just made plans for the 2nd and I'm already eagerly looking forward to that, for multiple reasons. One of them is that I won't have too much time to study that day, and that makes me really happy 'cause honestly, I have seriously thought about drafting a petition that requires the government to pass a law to forbid exams right after Christmas break, because while that might not exactly violate human rights, it definitely would be a step into the right direction regarding this "Heal the World" mission to ban them. Small effort is still worth something, lovelies.

Writing this has made me quite excited for the rest of December, and I hope you are, too! If I'm overwhelmed by all the studying I still have to do, like, now, and won't be able to elaborate on my precious opinion on the end of the year and all that blahblah, take this suggestion: Get yourself a nice sparkly dress, get together with your closest friends and store a lot of food to get through while you're waiting for that Cinderella moment. Just don't lose your shoe!

Love,

Rosy Smith

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....I've been wondering about that for a while and then decided that it's still very much Christmas and I couldn't just stop without the appropriate pomp and circumstance, could I, lovelies?

Talking about pomp and circumstance, that happens to be the title of the first chapter of "Lady Almina and the real Downton Abbey - The lost legacy of Highclere Castle" by the current Countess of Carnavon, who has recreated the story of said castle (where she lives) which has been the inspiration for Downton Abbey, the series (can we all have a moment of silence for this wonderful, wonderful show?) ; I got that book for Christmas and will probably want to become a British Lady when I grow up after I read this ( I also watched What A Girl Wants today, so I kinda already want that).

Oh, get this: I, of all people, went to the gym today. It's been the second time of my life and I can assure you that I won't go at all for at least another year, but I did this morning; it's because there is a very nice one at the hotel we're staying at and see, we have a lot of leisure time here, and even more food to process, so we went. I'm more of a dancer than a gym person (I could tell you about my reasons for that, but it would take much longer, and that's the thing about blogmas: It was totally fun and I loved doing it - I felt incredibly productive, putting up a post every single day, and I very much liked the constant activity on here....it's just that sometimes I have a fun thought, and I write it down in the blogmas post, but it would serve for a whole new topic, and I can't elaborate on it as much as I would want to....just like the gym thing. So I won't be posting daily, at least not all year, but hopefully a lot more than I did before Blogmas!). Meaning that I'm not exactly familiar with the exercise machines. Further meaning that I spent the first five minutes tiptoeing around the bicycle thing trying to figure out how the freak to turn it on without appearing as if I didn't know how to turn on a simple....bicycle thing. That got ridiculous soon and I had to ask (there's no button. You have to start pedalling. Seems I'd been thinking a bit too complicated), but then I happily stayed on there for half an hour burning a single chocolate bar, which I reckon doesn't really compensate much of what I filled up on today. Afterwards, I got on a couple of leg machines or whatever, when some guy about my age entered the scene, lifting weights near me. By the way, I had my hair up in a ponytail resembling a palm tree, no make up on but skin exhausted from last night's look, an oversized nylon shirt and matching flares. Needless to say, I looked gorgeous. However, I wasn't even on about looking sportswear-commercial-y for this guy, who might be perfectly nice and all, but the fact that we were in a gym killed all romantic thoughts that could have ever crossed my mind. Nobody wants to tell the story of how they met their soulmate wearing nylon. Not to mention the sweat (on his part. I didn't exercise that thoroughly). How do you even start a conversation at the gym? "Hey, I like how you work that leg press"? No. Too far. See, there's really no fun in going to the gym.

We also went bowling. And we had a pretty intense game of foosball. All in all, I'd say we earned dinner tonight!

So, lovelies, as I said, blogmas had been fabulous and will surely be repeated!
Until then, stay around. We're having a ball over here all year round!

Love,

Rosy Smith

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....also known as the most stressful day of the holiday season. At least, for me. Cause it's the day before we go away and as people who are about to go on a trip tend to do, everybody decides to freak out a little and overstuff their suitcases with things they won't use to save their lifes and tries to think of the one obligatory thing they've forgotten but can't remember, which is usually something unessential like a bathrobe (they've got you covered at a hotel, duh) but knowing there's something you had thought of at one point can bother you for years.

Another remarkable thing about "last days before blank" is that I never get anything done even though I'm technically busy all day long. On the last day before my math exam, the most productive thing I did was sharpen all my colored pencils (as if I'd used a single colored pencil in my math exam). On the last day before a vacation, I could study but I find myself watching a video of Kim K having a diaper changing battle with Jimmy Kimmel instead. I need to dry my hair and pack my handbag but I choose to sit and chew half of my gum reserve for school.

However, lovelies, in the evening, when everything there was to stress about has successfully been stressed about, when you can't possibly shove another handkerchief into your bags and you honestly don't have the nerve to care about the stupid bathrobe or whatever the annoying thing you can't remember has been anymore - that's the point when you can put on some TV, treat your freshly washed hair with a ridiculous number of different products, dim the lights, and get all cuddled up, squeaking out "It's Christmas Eve tomorrow!" in regular intervals to get all psyched up about it, exactly how it's supposed to be.

Then you retreat to your room and remember that you still have to charge your Ipod. But you do that with a zen smile on your face - silent night, and everything.

And now we can all go to bed and lie there with our eyes wide open in excitement! That's the best part about "last day before"; not only it's not over yet, it hasn't even begun, but you're already feeling as if it had.

I'll see you tomorrow - all sparkled up for the holiday's sake!

Love,

Rosy Smith

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