Back to school - we're always unsure whether we're grateful that this dragging summer is over and we're finally gonna be using our brains again or whether we want to cry because the full time wages and days of sun bathing in the back garden are over.
Personally, I bloody love autumn. And I love starting back at uni, a new school year brings new knowledge and new classes to pick. I feel like the first month is never TOO stressful either so you can get a lot of social time with your pals.
HOWEVER, I know so many of you (although hopeful for the new term) are shitting it and I also get that. In fact, my yearly uni breakdown RARELY happens in exam season, but always in the first few weeks (yes I do have a yearly breakdown, view my diary for the evidence). It's overwhelming!! You've spent the summer (let's be honest) faaaar away from your books and you're faced with a whole new level of education and the term's outline showing JUST HOW...
I've been back from Italy for two months now and I am still actually devastated that it's over. I HATE COMING BACK FROM HOLIDAYS, it's so sad that all the excitement is over and you don't truly get over it until you start planning another.
Anyway, this was the first time I've ever been to Italy (normally I'm big into Spain because, you know, it's good for the old espanol and all) and it was just as beautiful as I expected it to be. My boyfriend, Andrew, and I did a little tour about on the trains and visited several different places, venturing further and further down the country.
So, let's start with stop no.1 =
We flew from Edinburgh to Milan and spent one (totally sleep deprived) day in the City, rushing to drop our stuff in an airbnb and get straight out to the centre. We were staying around a 15 min walk from Milano Centrale station and our airbnb host informed us the best way to get about was an all day pass (which cover...
Seeing as it's my mum's birthday, I really wanted to write something to express my gratification for everything shes done for me.
I thought about the usual things like how much she's had to run me about (5 days a week panto rehearsals, oh dear) or how she still does so much for me and my family, never expecting a thank-you.
However, I realised that compared to a lot of other mums, I have a little bit more to be thankful for. Thankful that she was selfless enough to actually give birth to me.
Being newly 21 now and DEFINITELY old enough to be a mother (wtf), I know for sure that if I was in her position, I wouldn't have thought twice about keeping me. If i was in her position, I would simply not exist and i guess that's because of my noticeably more selfish nature. I would not be willing to give up, well, anything really to have a child. But my mum sacrificed it all for me to come into this world.
Finally getting round to writing something again and I thought I'd do another 'food for thought' piece seeing as I got a lot of compliments on my passive aggression post.
One of the first ever posts I wrote on this blog around two years ago was about girl power/ girl jealousy and here I am again, trying to articulate my thoughts about the topic in the hope that it will reach a new group of people. So, this one is for the ladies. Mainly because I haven't really noticed boys do this but hey, I could be wrong!
It is so common for us females to envy and resent the people that we admire. Whether that be for their intelligence, their body, their skills or whatever it is that we desire for ourselves. When we witne...
Schools give you SFA insight into the courses that are available to you, believe me I know. I read the prospectuses, I am aware of how VAGUE they are. So many of us go blind into our courses and while some of us are lucky and slot into them perfectly, others are left in a confusing place of university-purgatory scared because their five-year-plan has just went tits up. THEREFORE, I think there's a large stress on the importance of doing your own research. I think the most valuable way of doing so is finding it's current students and quizzing them on their genuine feeling towards the course. It's so easy to go so wrong with your uni path and although it's not completely irreversible, it's just more convenient for you if you're able to get on the right one first time.
I asked around my friends, that are doing a whole range of different courses at different uni's, for some 'advice before applying to their course.' Than...
This post has taken me a lot longer to write than I had initially intended (three weeks overdue haha). Mainly because it's a probably one of the only topics I don't feel confident discussing. Ask me to talk about mental health, sex, anything else is really no problem for me to open up about. But money has always been an awkward topic for me.
All through my childhood I was very insecure about this, sometimes still actually (though I'm really trying to work on it.) It was never something I wanted to discuss. I know there's plenty of people that don't like to admit to their social status and that's pretty normal but we really shouldn't have to fear bad pre-judgements about it.
What I specifically want to pay attention to are families on benefits.
Have you watched those shows on channel 4 or 5 that are all about Britain on benefits? The ones where they get to know specific families and find out what their lives are like....
It confuses me why so many people are content with living in the same place their whole life. Yea sure, it's a lot of effort to up and move to a whole other country but 100% worth it, no? I don't really want to live my life without living amongst multiple cultures. I think I'm a pretty restless person when it comes to nesting - I absolutely love travelling - I don't if this is because we didn't really go away much in my childhood but now that I can save up and travel by myself, I am a total addict. After a few months minus travel I start to get an actual itch to just... get away.
My year abroad is this year ( I can't believe how long I've waiting to say that, what the fuck ahhh!) and although I am of course BRICKING it, I am so ready to go. I have lived in Glasgow's surroundings for nearly twenty-one years and I'm pretty ready to change things up a bit.
I always wonder where I'll end up but I think I'd like to grow old in Sco...
Starting from when I was around ... twelve (?) I struggled with acne big time and it was a major mood-influencer on me for years. I was obsessed, I went to doctors multiple times crying my eyes out, feeling so ugly any time I had to leave the house with a break-out. Although this is a tad dramatic ( a tad) - I know how shit it feels when your skin is acting up. I used to wake up not wanting to go to school because the effort of trying to hide all my spots with layers of concealer and foundation was genuinely overwhelming. I didn't even like wearing face makeup but I couldn't go a day without it. It'd ruin parties for me because I just couldn't feel good about myself. I think it's quite hard for some people to understand just how bad it can make you feel but this is for those who have experienced or still are experiencing it.
Of course, and it should go without saying, no-one with acne SHOULD feel like they can't go out because of...
2017 was the best year of my life and I acknowledged that, I was proud of it, however I feel like I kind of fell out with life again in 2018 - a lot of bad things happened. As always, we focus on the bad when we reflect and are so quick to forget the good. So here I am, trying to remind myself of the things that made me smile this year.
I started at the bells with some of my favourite people on the planet - one of my favourite nights ever which then led onto (a few days later) my favourite trip ever - Prague. My first ever city break where we seen about a million things a day.
I did a lot of travelling in 2018 - I seen thee beautiful island of Ibiza, I visited my Aupair family in Bilbao, I got to go on a spontaneous trip with my friend Sam and I even visited another friend, Eryn, in Paris! I really am making up for all those years on the ground, but what better way is there to spend money, right?
At this time of year, we spend a lot of time running about from shop to shop, spending and spending, trying our best not to forget anyone on our Christmas list. We don't even want to think about how much we've spent in total. I have a terrible habit of never feeling like I'm quite finished shopping, so I just keep picking up more and more, feeling like I've never got enough for people.
When, in reality, I'm probably buying things that people don't really need.
Whilst walking down Buchanan street, we pass countless homeless people that watch us rattling around bags and bags of luxury gifts while they have to rattle coffee cups to make it through the night. The homeless population is growing and I can't help but feel an overpowering sense of guilt for how much food and drink we will consume over the next two weeks. It's disturbing how immune we've become to the people begging on our streets, forgetting to even acknowledge them when...