mistletoe and wine and introductions

so yet again i'm entering into the forays of the blogging world, hopefully a little more succesfully than last time- a year 11 "gossip girl" rip-off that was sadly neglected as i realized that our little drunken gatherings and primark shopping sprees couldn't compare to blair's nate/chuck dilemma, or the latest marc jacobs hanging off her arm.
so i'll give it another go.
perhaps a formal introduction is in order, although these always feel awkward and unnecessary. hello. my name (in full) is victoria elizabeth finan, named after two great queens. i'm 17, which i'm finding to be an interesting, if not slightly strange age to be. currently i'm residing in yorkshire, although i hope this changes in the next couple of years depending on if i can find a university mad enough to accept me.
the reason i started a blog is because quite simply i love to write... anything. poems, stories, reviews, essays, text messages, facebook wall posts, you name it, i'm writing it. and it seemed like time i vented some of my angsty writer's frustration where someone with little to nothing better to do can read it. i've been inspired by a couple of great blogs- galadarling's iCing springs to mind- and i'm kind of hoping i can follow in their footsteps, although knowing me it's a pretty tall order.
so today i'm pondering over christmas and how sad it is that i'm more excited over the january sales than i have been over the festivities. checking topshop's website i see about sixty (no exaggeration) coats that would look so much better adorned over me than on a coat hanger gathering dust. i'm hoping against hope that the blue tartan beauty with a velveteen bow on the collar might have been cut- it was £130 last week in york topshop and even with my christmas money i can't afford to go splurging, paticularly as in 5 days i'm jetting off for a week of mindless drinking in tenerife with one of my best girls, francesca. archers and lemonades don't come cheap these days, paticularly as mine's a double and my father has quite rightly refused to pay for my boozing habit himself. sad times.
looking forward to starting my new books- grandma bought me madame bovary and anna karenina- that woman has good taste (okay, i picked them!). after rereading the twilight saga for the fourth time, it's time i got into some serious reading habits again. i've gotten pretty lazy over the past couple of months, going for a harry potter or twilight far too often as an easy option. time to challenge myself, as a prospective literature student it's going to look pretty woeful on my personal statement if i can only say the only classics ive read and enjoyed are all the austens. that reminds me, i've got a picture of dorian grey to take with me on holiday as well. it's going to be heavy handed serious stuff on the beach side for me!
one other thing- if there's one thing i recommend these holidays if you've got nothing better to, rent "a very long engagement" by jean-pierre jeunet (same director as amelie). i watched it the other night and loved it, the cinematography was beautiful. the battle scenes were comparable to those in atonement, disturbingly harrowing viewing. with the adorable audrey tautou as mathilde the heroine, i recommend it sincerley, espcially for language students such as myself. might post my full review of it sometime, however it's in french so when i've got half an hour to translate it back...
anyhoo i think that will do for a first blog post. time to start doing daily outfit photos and the like, arrgh. if only i had some decent clothes. must get working on that one.
a bientot, victoria x