Get to know your blogger. #1

Hello, my name is Tiffany Patricia Robinson. I have just recently turned 20 (24th July if you wondered.) I am only 5'3 with far too many curves for my liking, but I won't complain too much as I got gifted with boobs. I have short hair in the style of a bob, and its brown although its gone lighter in the summer months. I have tan lines, and am starting to go brown. I broke my straighteners and since then have cried everyday (kidding.) I am single. I have one/two sisters called Kerrianne (Cheryl, I don't really count her) and a brother called Charlie. My parents both Susan and Terry are still together and I come from a reasonable small town called Eastbourne, which has the semi-famous name of 'God's waiting room'.
I recently finished my second year of studying BA Hons Acting for Stage and Media at university, and am getting ready to go into my final year. I am currently residing at my parents house again but get to move into my new place on the August 5th, where I shall be living in a studio/bedsit with shared toilet facilities.
I am a overly keen music fan and some of my favourite songs come from adverts, like the Kodak one. I also sing all the time, all day, everyday. It's a skill that I work on everyday in order for me to the best I can be, pushing boundaries!
I love the smell of herbal essence on my hair, it just smells so lush. I spend far too much of my time barely in anything in my garden of in the bath.
I've started watching scrubs from the first season and I'm not in the slightest regretting it.
I believe people come in and out of your life the whole time and everything happens for a reason, you might not see it straight away but theres something!! 

Delving into something

I started to write a post tonight about heartbreak, I got half way through when I realised it was too much. Too much of me, I was delving far too much into my personal experiences and although I feel whoever reads this blog may know me, there will always be sides you have to hide, in order to stay sane...

Does it hurt?

How does it feel? Ask yourself?
You're probably wondering what on earth I'm on about, and I'm not going to tell you?
Think in your head and wonder what this post could be about.

The gut ache that you have that seems to progress round your body it takes the complete life and soul out of you. You sit and you watch, just waiting to get more angry so you can feel pain a little bit more.
Does that pain end up being nice and quite soothing, because you keep pushing that knife in and watching.

Take a step back from the media, put your phone down, shut your laptop. You can surf the net all day and try and take your body and mind away from it, but that underlining pain is still there.

Does it hurt now, can you feel it, twisting in your gut.
Good.

If you cant then well done, you deserve a medal, you twisted prick. 

Tanned Body Parts.

You know what its like, you wake up and the sun is immediately shining in through the gaps in your blinds or peaks round a part of your curtain. You jump out of bed, get ready as quickly as you can, and you head for the nearest patch of grass or beach in sight! You smoother yourself in some sort of ointment, whether that be cream or oil. You just lay for hours and hours hoping that you'll be kissed.

This has literally become my life for the last week or so! So you can bet I was happy when I could start to see my shade of white going off colour.
I've been sat all week for a couple of hours working on my tan.
My tan was really starting to come along nicely, my tan lines where growing more obvious and more people started to comment about my summer glow. Which was great, sometimes I had to hint at them and even flash my white bits at a few. Nevertheless a lot of people were saying it.

So yesterday I had a meeting in my garden all day, it was brilliant the sun was shining but I thought you know normally I put heaps of baby oil on so that the sun will kiss me. So I didn't put anything on, just had a top and some shorts. Anyway by the end of the meeting I was a complete sweat, and my arms were hurting a little... I thought I'd just go in change my top and come back out for a bit.
I took of my top put on my vest top looked in the mirror and there it was, two massive lines where the top had been, with brown forearms and slightly off white top arm.

I was god dam devastated!!

So here I am today covered in ban oil hoping it goes away!!

I can read you.

Its weird, some people say I am so unbelievably hard to read. 

Where as on the other hand some people say I am so easy to read. 

Which is it!? 

I always thought it was down to the person doing the reading and how close they were with me, I usually found there more intimate either romantically or not we were would make a difference with how well they could read me. I have slowly started to realise this isn't true, some of my closest friends who I hang out with too often still cant read me, a vast majority can but a significant amount cant. 

Now maybe this is why I feel some cant, do they feel for me romantically because in my head I feel yes reading someone on a romantic level and on a general level are very different. I am a very different person when alone with someone and intimately chatting than if I was with them sat chatting at the pub. 

I find the question "what is it you want" passing through my ears far too often recently, now if someone knew me well enough they'd know I'm most probably the most indecisive person you've ever met, its to do with the fact that I'm a cancer/leo cusp ( which means I am born around the joint of cancer and leo, which makes my traits different.) For starters Leo is a fire sign where as the cancer is water. So I'm constantly battling with myself. 

So the point that I am trying to make is I find it hard to know what I want, if I say I don't know, then it usually means I don't know, I'm not trying to be mysterious or sexy I just genuinely don't know. 

I am an easy person to read, I think quite quickly about everything and being a amateur writer/lyricist and an opinionated musician/actress I have something to say about everything. When trying to decode what I think then just stop, theres no point. When I'm ready I'll tell you how I fell about certain situations. If you want to tell me how you feel then that usually speeds the process. 

Just be patient. 

How to pick up girls..

I guess you could call this post a kind of jokey one, but I was requested to do this one, so thought I'd have a crack at it. 

How to pick up girls. 

I very loosely write how to pick up girls, I don't mean like hitting on girls at a bar or whatever, I mean once you've already done that leg work and you've got her number, you're chatting and hell you might of even met for a date.

Anyway, that old saying "treat them mean keep them keen" haunts me forever, I want to be part of that population that it doesn't work for, but hell sometimes it has for me. If someone is going to try and play me enough for me to be running back and fourth for them, then well they can just go. Treat me mean and I'll leave, end of. I don't want to be the second girl of the day you talk to, I'm no second best, I either get all your attention or none of it, but I personally don't think thats all down to the other person. Thats also definitely down to me as well, If I'm not taking all your attention then clearly I'm not really trying.

I'll always be a firm believer that if you treat a girl well, take her out, be nice to here, then you'll get exactly that in return. Yes okay there are some arsehole girls out there (hell I've met my fair share) who will just take all that your willing to give, your time, energy, love and money. 

But.. there are girls (majority) that when they are treated with respect that they deserve and with the attention they want then they will be completely mutual about it. 

I'm not saying you have to wine and dine this girl up to your eye balls in debt, but hell do something sweet. 

I say all this but I'm also a hypocrite sometimes I am super nice to girls I do wine and dine them, literally until I'm up to my eyeballs in debt, but there will always be some girls that just don't appreciate it. They don't understand you. 

I have also been an arsehole to some girls, honestly if any girl treated me the way I've treated one or two, I think I might of possibly murdered them. There is such a thing as karma though and I suppose I've had my share of it also. 

Anyway, I'm not entirely sure where this post is going but what I am saying is. 

if you want a girl, tell her. Being straight (no hetro) with a girl is the number one way of getting her, if she doesn't want you it will be obvious, and if she does that will be obvious too, you just have to learn how to read her signs. 

If you are just open with what you want and who you want then if its no reciprocated you can just move on and find a girl that does.