Take my hand, let me guide you through the mish mash of the life of an almost twenty-teen, and show you what really runs through the head of a female with the 24/7 fever.

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Essex Fever

I am literally the laziest blogger EVER... apologies to anyone who reads this! For some odd reason I seem to be constantly busy, it's a never ending stream of stuff! Fun stuff, work stuff, uni stuff, life stuff.

Recently I have worked wayyyy too much - but I do need the dolla so no complaints on that part... but tomorrow I do receive a welcome break... I am going to the land of all things orange, fake and, well, Essex!

That's right lads and ladettes, I'm off to Essex for a boozy night of fun frolics and dancing with my friends from Uni... it's been a good 7 weeks since we last went out together, and, fact is, I'm a little worried... I know for a fact that I will probably end up piled on the floor somewhere, heels in one hand, bad under my arm and drink spilled all down my pretty little dress. Maybe some sick thrown in for good measure! JOKING... I clearly am a lady of class and morals, would never ever take it that far!

Problem is, amongst all the giggles, cocktails and cock-tales (aha, you see what I did there? Clever right? And bloody funny obviously) I know I'll end up stupidly drunk. The next day, I am gunna be stupidly hungover. I have to go to work. I have to catch a train at 9... from Waterloo... I have to get there first from Essex.

Here's my question... will my brain function? Will I be able to process the tube maps and shindigs in time for my train? I'm a dope as it is, let alone with alcoholism and last nights smelly hair mixed in! Will be interesting...

Another problem... I just fake tanned. No joke. I bought St Tropez (as I said, lady of class and morals. got to tan, got to tan properly) and I doused my entire body in its bubbly foaming mousse goodness. I look slightly odd, bit patchy-ish, and alien-like BUT I am praying to the Mayor of Essex that I roll out of bed looking like a post holiday tanned goddess with long legs and long blonde hair and amazing nails... I'm dreaming, obviously! This is me, something has to go wrong, this will more than likely be IT. Pray for me please.

However, after processing all my concerns, I am really really excited to see my friends! There is nothing better than catching up and spending time with your favourite people... and these are for sure mine! There truly is no better remedy for Uni-home-sickness ( aka, when you miss uni loads ) than meeting up with the loonies you miss!

I am too excited to sleep (and yes Laura... I am afraid of the dark... but tonight I'm not scared so much.... bubbling over!!)

Have a great weekend!!! I know I will!!

Sunday, 24 July 2011

3 Weeks

3 Weeks.

That is all I have left.

Nooooo no not that dramatic, I'm not terminally ill, I don't have a deadline.

In 3 weeks, I go on holiday. I have 3 weeks to loose 9 pounds, that's 3 pounds a week. I have 3 weeks to save £300. That's a hundred pounds a week. I have 3 weeks to learn an entire Media Law book inside out. That's 5 chapters a week, that's almost a whole chapter a day.

I never usually set myself targets. I never normally have goals or expectations of myself. But, lately, every time I look in the mirror I get really frickin mad knowing that I could have saved loads of money, but instead I spent it on shoes that I didn't need, give me blisters and end up in the bottom of my wardrobe collecting dust until my little sister finds them. I can't help but be annoyed at myself every time I look in the mirror that I put on so SO much weight at Uni, and I can't help be annoyed that I'm struggling to shift it. I can't come to terms with the fact that I don't feel good about how I look any more. I can't come  to terms with the fact that if I fail this exam, I, and I alone, am to blame, and will be deemed a failure. I'll have to sit in classes with 1st years and re-take a years worth of hard work.

I'm terrified that all these things I want to happen, never will. And that in 3 weeks time when I jet off on holiday, I won't be able to relax and unwind.

Terrified of 3 weeks time, when I should be excited? Strange...

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

New Obsession Session

So... today, I became the proud owner of my very own pink vintage guitar.

And to say I'm excited is an understatement!

However, I can't help but notice that teaching myself to play guitar is an extreme form of procrastination, to lure me away from the Media Law books, and towards a more fun four hours of trying to learn how to strum a few dodge chords into a dodge little tune. I am crap, but I am learning! And writing this post, yeah that's another form of procrastination too... oops naughty me. I just can't help it. Once I've started something, I can't stop. Is that addiction?

Well, if so, then I'm addicted to learning playing guitar, cooking random crap for dinner, and listening to my ipod. But, NOT to doing what I am supposed to be doing with all this free time... REVISING !!

It can't be helped. My prematurely mushing brain can't help but let my thoughts wander off to another planet, and as it seems escapism is what I seek...

Who knows where it will take me next?

Monday, 18 July 2011

Childhood Confession

Okay, something just happened.

Every night, I am the last one in my house to go to bed, the last one downstairs, the last one awake. And, every night, and I mean every night, I go upstairs, in the pitch black, to clean my teeth. After cleaning my teeth, I go to bed. This is always my routine, EVERY night.

But I just had a strange realisation. Every night, without fail, just after cleaning my teeth I get this feeling of panic wash over me, and never really understood it before. Every night I use my phone as a torch to light the (short) hallway as I walk to my room. I panic. I always, well, almost always, do a weird kinda half run, half flailing panic down the hallway into my room, my eyes madly staring in to the complete darkened abyss in front of me searching for something that was never there before.

I don't feel secure until my bedroom door is shut firmly behind me and the lights flood my room with light once more.

I'm afraid of the dark.

There, I said it, I confessed.

It's only tonight that I have actually realised, this is nothing new. I have always been afraid of the dark. Only now I can admit it. I don't even care... I know how childish it is, and how silly. But I just can't help but panic every time the room disappears in front of me.

Maybe, just maybe, (this is me going all phycological now) it's a fear from my childhood, which represents a fear of the unknown in my newly adult life? Haha, what a load of crap... though, it is probably true.

So there. So there boogie monster, I confessed, grown ups can be scared of the dark!

Red Faces In The Rain

So, since I went to Uni, I've gotten a bit chubster. It's not fun, not enjoyable...
Too many late, messy nights, followed by greasy chips or a Subway, to wake up and eat the leftover pizza in my fridge. Too many headaches to exercise. NOT cool!
But it's alright, I can sort it out.

And I have started.... I've taken up running. I'm a student, the gym is not affordable, plus there isn't one near my house, and I can't drive (apparently petrol is such a precious gem that the stupid government charge prices that could buy you diamonds instead of black goo that runs your car with). Grrrr.

Running however, is one of those things that takes time and perseverance to be good at... and I am NOT, I repeat NOT good at it. I look like a frog whizzing around the inside of a French persons blender, arms and legs flailing around all over the shop, a red face and wobbly bum. I want to cry, I can't breathe, I start to feel like I might be sick (apparently this means it's working... really? it hurts) and I look behind wishing I was tucked up in a nice comfy bed with cushions and a slice of toast in one hand, chocolate milkshake in the other, watching Geordie Shore, or some other time wasting crap. I wish I looked like a pro... like everyone I seem to pass on my 'travels'.

Then I realised... yeah I'm superbly bad at it, but at least I'm actually trying... there are people out there who wouldn't even give it a go! No-one is gunna judge me for being froggy when I run, they probably hit the same wall as me along the way, it's getting through the initial pain of it that will make it worth while.

I can't wait for that day!! Off to try on my new pink running shirt...

Monday, 11 July 2011

Kick back, relax, enjoy the summer?

I haven't written in a while... so shoot me... I am so very sorry!

Life goes a bit bonkers around April, exam dread means my life involves looking through books, and trying not to shoot myself. Revision sucks.... however, now the summer is here... examinations for the nations are over and done, and I can relax... kick back even, enjoy a beer? Me... a beer? Of course not, I am a lady... cider obviously is the way forward, hehe!

But no, how wrong I am....

You see, in my drunken state in my first year at Uni, I thought that going out, getting smashed and not revising was a fucking awesome idea.... totally wrong obviously. Don't get me wrong, I revised.... just not enough. I got a first in one exam (yayyyyy and mini woop woop dance in my pants around the house) but I dramatically failed the other, sad face. So... my summer... drum roll please ladies and gents... will be spent, working like a dog to earn back the money Natwest so kindly allowed me to spend, tax free may I add, from my student overdraft, AND revising for a horrible Media Law exam, that is too boring to even contemplate failing again. Grr, annoying much?

So .... this summer, my tan will be minimal, my room will be messy in my revision/working state, where every spare second I have I feel I should be revising, NOT reading Cosmo, but revising, NOT trying to learn how to use false eyelashes, but revising. Definatly NOT downloading Beyonces' new album, then trying to dance like her in my room, BUT revising.

Work work work work work.

To be honest with you... I am far too busy and important doing stupid summery thing to find the time, and the will power, to do it.

If I some how muster up some strength (the inner godly kind, not the manly muscly kind) then I'll be sure to let you know about it.

Now... where have I put Cosmo?

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Apparently not...

Sometimes life likes to chuck you a curve ball.
Now, I thought my mojo was back, but a series of things have just shattered any confidence I regained, and left me feeling stuck, broken and confused again.