Last Saturday night I found myself sat in the driver’s seat of my car, wedged between two other much flashier cars, in a Dominos parking lot, crying into a couple of loaves of garlic bread and listening to sad Elton John songs. Continue reading “Queen of the parking-lot-reset”
So, I have a boyfriend who has an apartment and flatmates. I’m there six out of seven weekdays most of the time, and pay for food and help with bills, so I happily say that I pretty much live there. This would be all well and good except my boyfriend has flatmates who happen to also both be boys. I never thought I was that picky about messes and unwashed dishes, so either I am secretly Monica Geller or boys are truly incredibly gross. Continue reading “Living with Boys”
As a self-confessed Lush lover, I feel quietly confident in my knowledge of their products. That’s not to say I’ve tried every single one of them because frankly, I don’t know anybody who could afford that!
I’m dedicated to lush for two main reasons: they’re ethically and socially responsible, and their products don’t irritate my super sensitive skin (usually). Because I have an unusual and chronic form of Eczema if I can find even some soap that doesn’t make my skin fall off, (gross I know) there is not much I won’t do for it.
It also happens that I’m very passionate about the fact that Lush makes more than just the famous bath bombs. (sidenote: golden wonder will always be my favourite one and it’s only sold at Christmas which hurts my soul). So without further ado, here is my completely unqualified list of favourite lush products-that aren’t bath bombs in no particular order. Continue reading “BEST LUSH PRODUCTS- NO BATH BOMBS!”
I have to confess to a moment of superficiality today. I went to class in trackies, jandals, hair and face natural etc, and didn’t care at all until I saw myself reflected in my laptop screen. I saw a pudgy face, dull skin, frizzy hair and glasses. I indulged in a moment of self-loathing, before quickly pushing it aside and re-focusing on the conversation. Continue reading “Vanity vs Confidence”
I have had this blog for a while, and haven’t posted in over a year. I needed to decide how much I was willing to commit to this, what I wanted to do with it. I had to know if I wanted it to be a hobby, to make it profitable, or just use it to develop my writing.
I also didn’t know what subjects I wanted to cover. Beauty, fashion, personal posts, music, etc. I still don’t know if combining them all into one place will work, but for now, it will work for me.
As it stands right now, after my first semester at uni this year, I will be somewhere between 10-15 thousand dollars in debt (roughly). Not including accommodation loans as I’m not eligible for some reason. If I continue into the second semester, it will climb to around 20 k+.
I don’t want to start off my adult life struggling to pay my board and already several thousand dollars in debt. How’s that for a starting point? Continue reading “Student Loans”
I am a strange mixture of laid back and high strung. But even at my most carefree and blissful, I thrive on chaos and madness.
My absolute favorite form of chaos is the part when the whole place goes dark right before the act comes on at a concert, that’s a rush I live for.
Crazy, dramatic, insane things happening fuel me. Isn’t life just better when it’s interesting? That’s when there’s something to do, something to think about, and usually an objective to work towards. I don’t mean times when something really serious and awful happens of course, those times are just draining.
Life should be interesting, and the more interesting the better. ‘Chaos’ could be a small fight at school during lunch, which is over in five minutes. Or it can be when each and every single person that happens to be in the same group at the same time collectively goes insane. The latter is the most fun.
Sometimes it’s like I don’t exist to other people. They hardly exist to me after all, they are close but separate. Like theres a pane of soundproof glass in between me and other people and all I can do is watch people destroy themselves. It’s easy for me to say I could have helped them when everything is clearer in hindsight.
Like a war. Everybody is confused and scared but they always end the same. People die, it ends, and we pick ourselves up, add a few patches here and there and carry on.
I never understood war. It’s like the phrase “the pen is mightier than the sword”. War is the most sadistic counterproductive thing I could think of! Is it much more immediately satisfying to punch somebody in the face? Fuck yeah it is! But that only lasts for a day. The key to winning anything at all is to educate.
People are always going to oppose what they don’t understand.
The only people who are a threat is an idiot with power, or an intelligent man amongst sheep waiting to be herded. He may start off as a good man but it’s so much easier to tell somebody to do something than to do it yourself. Thus he becomes a dictator; dehumanising those working for him and becoming the idiot with power.
It is not often that I come down to earth. In all honesty I don’t think I ever have. I am always spinning and whirling through the cosmos, kissing the moon every night and the sun every morning. I don’t come down to earth, I just graze the atmosphere. Slowing… slowing… stopped. For this blink of an eye, an insignificant second I am not caught up in my celestial party but instead I am observing life on earth in all of it’s glories and miseries.
Once I stopped above a forest somewhere. I don’t know the time, or location, only that it was a forest. It seemed to exist outside of the normal realm of existence just as I do. While paused I bore witness to the hatching of three bird eggs in their nest. The baby birds had decided that they were ready to meet their strange little world and so had freed themselves from their shells. I whispered about it to the stars that night. I swear that they burnt a little brighter.
That was one of the earths glories.
But where there is happiness there must be misery also, for how else are you to appreciate happiness? The misery I witnessed was somewhere very barren. Lots of mud, no sun, and not an awful lot of comfort to be seen on any of the faces I was inspecting. Once more I’m unable to tell you of the time or location. All I can tell you is the look on the adult faces, or rather the lack of expression. The blankness reminded me of the black holes that I must avoid in my bliss. Hundreds of people somehow plastered with nothing. Babies squirming, and small children drawing in the mud and clutching their clothes tight to their shoulders. It made my stomach twist up very tight. For a long time afterwards I couldn’t attach myself to any shooting stars or comets. Instead I hovered over the bad place and silently hoped for their troubles to end.
There have been cities full of rioting, crowds of mourners, parades, weddings. So much pain. It should drive me away, it does most. But the endurance of the people I see is fascinating to me. I’ve never stayed in one place for longer than a day on earth, I have no concept of love or struggle, pain or joy, anger or mischievousness. In some ways the people of earth are much more volatile than any supernova.
I’m a big believer in doing what you want to do and what will make you happy. Unfortunately nowadays it’s impossible to survive on twenty bucks here, and ten bucks there. So that makes it difficult for those of us who begin to suffocate at the mere thought of having some boring office job.
Of course this is all our fault because we’re entitled millennials who have no work ethic 😉