Dave got finished early last night so he made it over in the end. Woooohoooo! And very nice to see him it was too. Yesterday, when I went to Brentwood with Tony, we bought a chip fryer thingy. I promised to cook Tony chips as soon as we got home, which I did and also whacked a pizza in the oven. Lauren joined us for dinner but she was good and had a healthy salad. I've put on about half a stone in the last month! It's all this staying in and eating. I seriously need to get down a gym or at least go out a bit more and dance off the fat. Not that I'm bothered to be honest. I'm bored of the London club scene as a whole, I hate anything celebrity based (unless I take all my mates and it's free drink) and I'm perfectly happy to be a recluse in my new house for a little while longer. I know that just two weeks back on the club scene would shift the extra pounds but I'm really not in the mood at the moment. Plus, it's not the be-all and end-all to be the perfect weight; I'd rather eat the chocolate sponge pudding in my fridge! Life is just far too short to deprive myself!
Dave arrived after dinner and Lauren and Tony left shortly after he got here. We chose a scary film and went to watch it in bed. We freaked ourselves out a bit; Dave had to come downstairs with me afterwards to get a glass of water cos I didn't want to go down on my own.
Today is my dad's birthday. Yesterday I got him some lovely presents and I started to wrap them up last night after dinner. The problem was I ran out of wrapping paper. I was going to take them to him this morning before he left for work, but I'd rather get them wrapped up before I give them to him so I'm going to go and get some more paper this afternoon. I know he's going to be annoyed with me for buying him lots of stuff but firstly, he's my dad and he deserves it and, secondly, it's a kind of "thank you" for doing so mush in my new house for me. He's worked for hours in here making it look beautiful and I couldn't have done it without him. I'll meet him after work at the Manors to give him all the pressies.
received a huge bunch of flowers today from the guy I worked with on Sunday. It was a thank you for being so professional and for putting the hours in. It's so sweet of him (and the rest of the crew). I'm still not sure I'm allowed to say who it is I worked with so I won't say but I'm delighted I got flowers! They are quite possibly the biggest bunch I've ever received!
My brother put my suitcase from Celebrity Big Brother on Ebay last night. He is raising funds for studio fees. Jordan and the band are constantly in need of studio money as they have so many songs to record so obviously I help him out. I've signed the suitcase and written secret messages on the inside about all the other housemates. I've written what I truly think about them, so the lucky person who buys it will get a whole story to read as well as a piece of TV memorabilia signed by the realest and sanest CBB contestant ever. Make a bid if you're interested. Oh.... And also inside is my name tag from the first night in the house, a condom Dennis Rodman gave me and a few other little bits from the house.
Speaking of CBB, everyone is bugging me (or trying to bug me - I've taken to not answering my phone) for comments on Chantelle: "What do I think of her and Preston?" - who cares?! Not me. "What do you think of her fame, will it last?" - again, who cares?! It hardly affects my life?! "Wasn't she horrible to you? Why has she turned on you?" (with reference to the front cover of OK mag a few weeks ago that stated "Chantelle - why I won't be friends with Jodie"). Lets clear it all up now shall we?!
In the House of Hell, I thought that Chantelle was the nicest one. She was the only real person amongst a group of up-their-own-arses once-famous, fading celebs. I got on with Chantelle. We're both from Essex, we're both young girls who know how to have fun. When I left, I spent the next two weeks campaigning across the whole country for her to win. I went on GMTV three times, Richard and Judy three times, I did countless other TV shows, every radio station in the country and I even had the front page of this, my own website saying "VOTE CHANTELLE" in giant pink letters. I urged everyone I spoke to, to vote for her. I spent hours on the phone to her mum. Chantelle asked me to call her mum if I left that night, so I memorised her number and called her. I then called her again a week later to see how she was bearing up with the strain of it all and to reassure her that Chantelle was fine. I ended up being on the phone to her for a number of hours, giving her advice for the future, advice on what agents are good and advice on how to have a long term career. Whatever people may say about me, I could have been (and was tipped to be) just a 5-minute wonder. Instead, after three years I'm still going strong. I've made a hell of a lot of money and I know an awful lot about the business. You don't last if you're not clued up, and clever with it. Chantelle's mum was about to sign her up to a dodgy agent. If she had have signed with him, her career would have been over before it even started. I told her all of this and gave her some other options. She listened in shock, having realised how little she actually knew about the business. She ended up taking my advice and signed with a good agent. I did all this off my own back, because I cared and I didn't want to see her get ripped or mugged off.
The week that Chantelle then emerged the winner, she gave her first interview to Ok mag, saying that she didn't want to stay friends with me and I've never heard from her since. Now, I don't care. You lot know my philosophy of "what goes around comes around". I have the best friends I could ever wish for. Chantelle doesn't even come close to what I already have with my mates and if I'm honest, I don't need any more friends. I have everything I need right here. I wouldn't change my life or friends for the world. I'm disappointed that she turned out to not be as nice as I'd thought she was. I'm disappointed that she's become so self-absorbed that she has already forgotten the people who supported her from day one. I'm disappointed that she didn't even call to say "thanks" for being there for her mum when she needed it. But that's where it ends. Chantelle has to live herself. She has to live with the fact that she snubbed the one person who did GENUINELY care. I wish her luck, I really do. You need a brain, talent, personality and you need to be interesting to survive in this industry. I don't know how long she'll be around. Personally I'd rather watch the real Paris Hilton than her and I won't watch anything she does, but that's me. She was a breath of fresh air in CBB, but that's not hard; given the vile, egotistical, two-faced scheming twats that were in the house. Bloody Jordan or Peter would have been a breath of fresh air in there and I can't stand either of them! It's a shame that she turned out to be as cold and selfish as the rest of them and of course it's not nice to have to read that someone doesn't want to be your friend (especially after you've campaigned for them for two weeks and spent hours on the phone to their mum) but you know what? I'm over it. I was over it the night she won. I wanted her to win and she did. I'm glad for that. I'd have hated any of the others to win. That's as far as it goes. Like I said, she's a disappointment on a large scale, but honestly, it doesn't affect my life. The same as her and Preston being together doesn't affect my life. If they want to make money out of weird set-up shoots where they pretend they don't know they're being photographed, then good luck to them. I didn't feel any chemistry between them in the house whatsoever. In fact, Chantelle said to me that Preston was "the best of a bad bunch" she said he was the one she'd snog if "she was forced to choose one". From what I gather (I still haven't watched it back and don't have any intention to do so), they showed Preston always giving her compliments and telling her she looked nice. Apparently, this showed that he had feelings for her. Well, Preston told me every day that I looked nice too (and Traci, and even Pete). Whenever I put a new outfit on, Preston would compliment me on it or tell me I looked good in it. He even told me he would snog me if we were both still in the house for the last week (which I wouldn't have done, as we all know my feelings on cheating). Anyway, point is - who cares if they are together or not. I don't. I care that my nan is ok after being in hospital, I care that my mum and dad work too hard and need a holiday, I care that my friend has breast cancer. I don't care if two people from a naff and public bullying TV show end up shagging in a car (unless it's in my drive and then I'd care!)
I refuse to answer any questions on them. I think I've now said everything I need to say. She isn't as nice or loyal or real as I thought she was and I don't care who she's shagging. The only person I feel sorry for here, is Preston's ex girlfriend, for the public humiliation she has suffered at the hands of her boyfriend and his new girlfriends' need for fame and attention. Chantelle has lost an army of fans for stating that she won't be friends with me (believe it or not all you nasty people that read this - I do actually have a very large fan base) and people who at first thought she was lovely (like I did) have seen a not-so-nice side to her from her comments in OK. Can everyone drop it now?! Please....... I don't care, no one of sane mind cares. It's not of any importance and it's boring. It's probably the same way I feel about Brad and Angelina (although Preston and Chantelle are not exactly on the same level) - it's like - so what?! Nobody has a right to judge others and what they do, unless they know them personally. I don't care if Brad Pitt wants to marry the Queen. It just doesn't affect my life. If I do ever look at celeb mags (I'm happy to say that I no longer buy the mags either!), it's to look at what people are wearing, not to look at fake set-up pics of them snogging on camels or whatever weird thing they are doing next. As a girl, I'm interested in fashion and clothes, not who's outdoing each other in the set-up pics stakes.
Speaking of magazines, I'm in Closer mag this week. Remember a couple of weeks ago I said I'd had the worst and weirdest day ever?! Well, my job for the day was to go out with a guy called Jonah, who is the proud owner of the biggest willy in the world. Filth. I'm not gonna say anymore on it. Get the mag and you'll see what I mean by filth.
So, there we go. I've had a bit of a rant. I'm feeling great. My new house is still making me smile every day. The only thing of importance left to do is put my stripper pole up, which my dad has assured me he will do this week. I'm in love (being with Dave makes me extremely happy, in fact, even as I write this, I miss him!), my friends are amazing, Paddy is snoring on my bed. I'm going to get more wrapping paper now and I'm going to pop in and see Russ, who is painting in a shop. The only thing left to say is.......
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!!!
I love you more than all the grains of sand in the world.
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