Miley, please just stop

She's been at it again! Miley Cyrus has been twerking her way into my (and I'm sure many other people's) most annoying celebrity of the year list. This time she stepped out at the iHeart Radio festival in Las Vegas in a cringey fishnet dress showing way too much for anyone. 

It appears that it can get worse after her awful VMA's performance in which all I could shout at the TV was "who told her that obsessive tough thing was attractive?" and "stop trying to twerk when you clearly can't" Even worse than the Wrecking Ball video which lets face it, is not 'art' or whatever she wants to call it and is just an excuse to cause havoc in cyberspace when there are more important things in the world that need to be discussed, like the fact that people are dying from inhumane chemical weapons in Syria. What makes it worse is I'm now blogging about her, all be it negative, no doubt she find satisfaction in being heavily criticised and bitched about seeing as a lot of people are currently doing it.

I don't buy this "oh, she's just doing what every twenty-year-old does", because being just two years younger and knowing some 20-year-olds myself I can say that no self-respecting twenty-year-old decides to get on a massive foam ball naked and put it all over the internet.

To top it all, now that she's officially broken up with Liam Hemsworth, all I think about is that its only going to get worse from here.

The REAL Important Questions when leaving home

Leaving home is an step we all take at some point in our lives. I'm doing it now at 18, having just moved into my new flat at Winchester University. Your parents or guardians or other mature adults you live with always try to give you little pearls of wisdom when you leave that will stay with you for the rest of your life. Such nuggets include, "Never set up a direct debit on a credit card" or the classic, "don't spend all your money on alcohol so you can't pay the rent and end up in debt with an interest rate overdraft". 

These problems however, are nothing compared to the real world problems I have come across in the past three days. The utter confusion of having three different cleaning products - Cif, bleach and disinfectant. Or the threatening question of whether a blue and black stripey dress should go in the white or coloured wash.

 Luckily however, it appears I am not alone in dealing with these problems as my flatmates all seem to share the same issues. So although we may have perils to deal with along the way, like trying not to accidentally stain the carpet with bleach, I know that the next three years will be some of the most important in becoming fully grown adults.

Oh, and getting the degree at the end obviously.