Labels. They're on everything and, thanks to the digital age, everyone. I'm not talking about those sticky things that you put on your shirt at mixers that say "Hi, My name is:" I'm talking about social labels that we metaphorically stick on each other to describe and classify them. I am not a stranger of being… Continue reading (Dis)Ability
Spend 10 minutes scouting for the best seat available Stand next to the person in the best seat available tutting and sighing loudly until they leave Spend five minutes laying out your study materials with painstaking precision Text your study buddy letting them know just how bored you are already Text your study buddy begging… Continue reading 40 Ways to Procrastinate in a University Library
This summer marked an important event in my family's life. Remember the atrocious dress shopping experience I wrote about a few months ago? Well, lucky for us we managed to resolve the dress problem as the big day arrived! That's right, after more than 6 years in our lives, my mum has married her partner… Continue reading The Ten Commandments of a Two Week Roadtrip.
I was never going to be a performer. I cannot recall how many times in the last four years that I have said this sentence aloud. It's been said even more in my own head. This sentence is used to justify, placate, and reconcile for the past (almost) five years of my life. Basically since… Continue reading I Was Never Going to Be a Performer.
The sun is rising spectacularly outside my window. There's orange stains creeping across the sky, pushing the deep blue of the night further to the west. And I can't enjoy it because I'm flipping exhausted. Trust me, it's all I can do not to use a bad word to reiterate how rubbish I'm feeling. Before… Continue reading Too Tired to Enjoy the Sunrise
To my Generation, Our generation is the generation that people complain about. We are the smart phone addicts, the tablet fiends, the Instagram stalking, Facebook friending, Twitter following brats. For this, we get a lot of stick. We get told we live life in tunnel vision, that we are disengaged with the world around us,… Continue reading An Open Letter To My Generation
So a couple of days ago I wrote a post about crying on the floor of the changing rooms. You may remember that in that post I mentioned my oh-so-accepting boyfriend. Well, turns out he wanted to be more active in his support of my blogging and so offered to give me a make over.… Continue reading You wouldn’t tell Picasso what paints to use…
Yesterday at 4pm I was sat in the changing rooms of Coast uncontrollably sobbing. And I mean SOBBING. I can only imagine what the the people on the other side of the curtain were thinking, especially as the sales assistant handed a glass of water to a small quavering 'thank you' from beyond the purple… Continue reading Sorry, you said WHAT size?