I left my bed

Funnily enough, I wasn't able to write this post whilst I was actually feeling like poop. I was waking up with the classic chest crushing that comes with being depressed. A depressed almost 25 year old who is flunking uni because of it and doesn't know what she's doing. Classic. Although in this day and age, we don't need to have to have it all together until we're like 35 now right? 25 is the new 17 and I am mostly okay with it. During this week, I sought out my classic "low comforts" with some surprising new additions. I figured there was a post in it and maybe it will help someone else. Smoking Controversial riiiiiight? For the most part, I am a non smoker but when the black dog is in town it actually really helps. Don't go and do it if you don't, for the love of lungs! But if you do, make yourself a cup of tea, a custard cream and appreciate the nicotine. Shower Obvious maybe but obviously lush. Routine is a good thing to try and

We woke up and it was Rome day! The day we had been waiting for, for a whole month. Torture right? We had only just packed after spending the night in the pub with Doug and Harry and had a frantic last check for the passports. We got an uber to stansted, where we arrived 3 hours early with plenty of time to kill. I felt a bit ropey so cained various drugs of the legal and pain killing variety and went to spoons for a few drinks. Classic. Our flight got delayed for an hour, which saw a few cheeky g n t's consumed in the queue and then we were well on our way. The flight was painless and infact I am really starting to enjoy flying aside from the whole giant metal, heavy tube in sky thing. I did however, need a wee and went to the very front instead of the back of the plane. I decided instead of doing the walk of shame back to my designated toilet, just to wait it out and managed to get trapped whilst the air hostesses worked their way up the isle offering a range of beverages and re

I was lucky enough to score some tickets for the pop up event "The Happiness Museum" that was based in spitalfields market over the weekend. I finally managed to get James out of bed after not sleeping all night, after missing our 10am start and replacing it for 2.30pm and we turned up to see a mega queue and hopped in, assuming it must be for people who want to be happy. During the queue, James turned to me and said "I was surprised you wanted to come here, I was a little taken aback" I inquired why, to which he replied "... Well, it's interactive right? I'm surprised you would want to be in that situation" It was that point he realised I had no idea what I had got myself into. I had read happiness, museum, and colouring somewhere and bascially thought I knew what was going on and was down for it. I was wrong. Turns out my friend Claire and her boyfriend Rob had already arrived there and Claire was texting me about having to hug every

This post has been on my mind for a while now mostly because I'm finding out how the real world works, and some of it isn't pretty. Including the MLM world. Some people still ask me from time to time if im still working on "my buisness" or why i stopped so, I guess I should start with it is a big fat LIE . I started my journey with a company who sell health and fitness products. I was firstly introduced into the world by someone I knew, I grew uncomfortable, started working with someone else who I didn't know, even more uncomfortable and still didn't accept the bizzare feeling. You see, I wanted to help people. That's what I realised. And helping people doesn't make a good sales lady, in any way. It all started going mostly down hill when I invited my dad to a presentation. To his adorable credit, he came, knowing all about what it was going to be about. I was under no illusion that it wasn't a "pyramid style" selling system but I didn

It's been 2 weeks, into the new year full of hope and promise and i've gone and done the opposite what my very blog suggests I do, I've barely left my bed. I felt guilty for a while, for atleast a week. Being in the new year full of new promise and all that crap, I felt bad for not taking up 272 hobbies, waking up to sunrises and siezing the day. Now i'm over it. If this is what I need then so be it. I wanted my blog to be real. It was always a lifestyle blog but the more I wrote, the more I wanted it to be an accurate representation which includes the struggles, the lows as well as the highs. Honestly, I am finding January to be down right miserable this year. I am soooo over the cold weather and the dark nights. I am missing my family and my old friends. I am finding that I don't have many new ones in London anymore and I'm tired of being constantly aroused by anxiety everytime I leave my front door. That shit is tiring. Sleep is either too exsistent or

I haven't left my bed for about 4 days for no other reason than I just didn't want to. I didn't want to face anyone, real life and the fact that it was the "start of a new year" put all that more guilt on me. Shouldn't I be running around, squatting, seizing the day? No, I was just in bed, barely eating anything more than the bags of sweets lying around and cups of tea or coke James brought me. In this time of thought, I started thinking about what mattered the most and what I wanted to achieve from this year. As much as I hate the whole "New years resolutions" to start something you can start any time, I do somehow always map out some goals for the coming year. It's mostly worked out in my favour so far, having an idea what I want to do to get me closer to somewhere I want to be, so in spirit of that, here are my ideas for 2016. Spend more time with my grandparents They aren't going to be here forever. As long as I am freaking

I've basically changed the challenge name because not only can I not be bothered to check what number I'm on but also, this almost definitely hasn't been done over 30 days. WHO HAS THIS TIME! I have been knee deep in research journals, citations and references for the past 2 weeks which I am sooo over for the next 2 weeks, which means I am ready to fully embrace my Christmas spirit! (And may have a little more time to write about something that isnt Freud or Bowlby) I am currently living through my hangover as I can't sleep, which sucks, but will however lead me onto number one of what I love about Christmas... 1) Glühwein with Jagermiester Oh man, I had 2 and 1/2 of these on an empty stomach and let me tell you, you need no more than 3. Whoever thought of mixing alcohol with an alcohol mixer was infact a genius. It is now my favourite Christmas drink. Though mulled wine always has been, I'm not sure i'll be satisfied without the Jager anymore. 2) Picking out pr