This post was supposed to be up hours ago but I was in a bit of a funky mood and everything I wrote sounded off. You know when you have those days where you feel annoyed and don’t know why? Well when I get like that it affects my writing which in turn makes me even more annoyed because all I wanna do is write and I just can’t.
So I stepped away from my computer for a couple of hours, went and had brunch with my best friend and came back good as new. Avocado, coffee and playing on a see-saw will have that effect on you. If you ever get writer’s block, that’s the cure FYI.
So this post is for all you nosy people (like me.) I’m gonna take you behind the scenes where all of the magic happens. Today I wanna give you a sneaky peek of my room. I personally love reading these kinds of posts because I for one, love snooping on people’s business (no shame.) It’s the most fun seeing where people live/work, I think it says a lot about them. You can tell a lot about a someone’s personality by the pictures on their walls or the number of inspirational quotes on their mirror (eight but who’s counting?)
And one of my favourite things is going for a walk and rubber-necking to try and see over people’s hedges. Okay that sounds bad but I just have a thing for pretty old houses and neat little gardens (the hedges are a little annoying though 😛 )
So as I was saying I love seeing behind the scenes and if you do too…then stick around. Because today mi casa es su casa…
If I’m being honest this week hardly deserves to be reviewed. It was the first week of my break (yay) but I’ve been working on an essay all week which has been totally kicking my butt (boo.) I’ve literally been sat behind my laptop for the entire week. And when I wasn’t behind the laptop I was in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge for snacks to make the whole process slightly more bearable. But I’ve missed the week in reviews so I’m writing today because I can make a story out of anything.
This has been quite a week. To be honest I’m still not recovered from the Bachelorette finale which was just so depressing. I was Team Peter all the way and it has upset me way more than it should that she picked Bryan. This is my problem: I get way too invested in TV shows. It feels like my heart gets broken, like I’m the one who’s getting rejected every time. And then I feel all mopey and depressed and in need of ice cream to soothe the heartbreak that someone’s feeling. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen Ross and Rachel break up…it still kills me (because he’s her lobster obviously!)
Do you feel like you just blinked and suddenly it’s August or is it just me? How did this happen? I don’t know, but I’m pretty excited about it. Because springtime is just around the corner down here. We went to the park the other day and there were two lambs frolicking around and I have definitely seen a few buds popping up on the trees. My absolute favourite flowers are daffodils which makes springtime especially joyful for me because they crop up everywhere like beacons of hope that the winter chill is coming to an end. Ah isn’t it so good to be alive?
Well this week has flown on by, I almost feel dizzy. It was our first week back and with classes in full swing I couldn’t stay in denial very long. Somehow I managed to schedule something almost every day this week which was fun and all but also super exhausting. Can I be a total diva for a sec and say that after one week back that I already need a holiday? This weekend is also gonna be a busy one because I’m working and then helping out at the craft fair at church. Apparently, it’s true what they say…ain’t no rest for the wicked (or weary for that matter.)
My current position is lying bundled up in my bed with a cup of coffee listening to the rain beating against my window. This morning was supposed to be run numero dos in my half marathon training but I’m thinking I’d rather not be swallowed up by the massive street puddles. So I’m just gonna stay here in my cozy cocoon and enjoy my last Saturday of freedom before our semester begins again on Monday.
Something you may or may not know about me is that I am an introvert. I guess a lot of bloggers are because online, through our writing, it’s one place we can be that bubbly, enthusiastic person we kinda wish that we were. So what does it mean to be an introvert? Well for one thing it means that you constantly get labelled as quiet or shy. But I prefer to think of myself as ‘selectively withdrawn.’ Because if something excites me then I’m ALL IN. I’ll be popping and locking with the best of them. But if I’m not feeling it, well then you probably won’t notice me slipping out the back door and racing home ASAP.
Right now everything is a little blurry. Not because I forgot to take my contacts out again and they have glued themselves to my eyeballs. Or because it is 5am and I hardly slept a wink last night. Nope. It’s blurry because of the hot tears streaming down my cheeks. Tears of disappointment, rejection, hurt, loss and anger. Tears for the almost and the not quite enough. If you have a second, let me tell you the story behind my most recent sadness.
Happy weekend. I mean since I’m now on holiday every day is technically the weekend but still, I do love me some sleepy Saturday morning bliss. I am so excited for this weekend because we are hosting a Mid-winter Christmas party at my flat and it is gonna be a holly jolly good time. Does it really get better than getting your twinkle on in July? I am up for any excuse to pull out the Christmas decorations and listen to carols all day. I’m also planning on making mulled wine because nothing says winter like cinnamon sticks and steamy mugs. Can you tell that I’m positively beaming about this party?