Why start writing a blog?

I'll be sixteen on the 4th of September, and so far, in the past two weeks, have been made redundant twice. 

I had a paper round.  Oh, and how I loved my paper round. It took me half an hour a week due to the fact that my younger sister, mum, dad and cousin all helped me. The best part was when I got to go to the bank and withdraw a clean and new ten pound note and then strut into Asda to spend the lot on a film and offensive amounts of sweets.

The second 'job' wasn't really a job. I volunteered on a local radio station, making me super cool and giving me an hour of time where I could have a conversation with my younger sister, Ciarra, while mum and dad sat outside in the car. I like to think that I slowly educated them on Glee, The Vampire Diaries, Gossip Girl. More recently they understand everything that is going on in Falling Skies, Pretty Little Liars, and Nikita. 

The letter came in the post, and I of course was expecting someone to offer me a Record Contract or David Cameron was answering my letter complaining about the sequel of Avatar*. But it was neither. I was made redundant. The highlight of course was the redundancy money that I would get. I am looking forward to spending the lot on a well deserved pair of white wedges, a film with Shane West in, a rom-com and sweets. That was the paper round. 


The radio was finished because of the money that was put into it was pulled out. That was finished. But for the above things I did enjoy the radio. 


So I suppose know would be a good time to introduce myself. I am fifteen (almost sixteen) and  still in school. I like to think I am the life of the party and kind, smart and don't cry at everything. Though they aren't entirely true. I hope I am the life of the party, but come ten o'clock and I was my bed. I am kind, but catch me on the wrong day and I can be less that sweet. I am smart, but like everyone I have my so called Blond Moments. The last one, about the crying, that was just a complete lie. But that's another story. 


I have two sisters, Niamh (said like Nee-V. Because the Irish couldn't make a name sound the same as it is spelled if you paid them). The other one, the younger one, it's called Ciarra. It's said like the thing that makes the door open (key) followed by the noise a dinosaur makes (rah). Key-Rah.

My parents are called Mum and Dad. I thought that was pretty obvious but some of the people on the internet (not to be mistaken with the highly intellectual Internet-People) aren't that clever.

The above picture is of me and the girls, in Florida a few years ago. It seemed like a nice way to round out the end of a blog.


So I bid thee farewell. In the famous words of Gossip Girl. 


XOXO


Gossip Girl  Erin Wenham


*I know who David Cameron is. That is the joke.