I ain't no party planner

I'm on my way home after passing my final exam of my third year at vet school!! My 22nd Birthday is coming up. I know! Cringe! Getting old and expected to grow up. 

I'm that person who feels really awkward being in charge of large groups of people or hosting something.  The last time i hosted anything was my 16th birthday party. That was a while ago and it was somewhat chaperoned, being at my parents house and all.

I moved recently and really have been wanting to have people over and even promised I would. I'm sure it will be great fun but it makes me nervous. I'm also really worried I forgot to invite someone! What if they then feel really offended?! 

Well now I have a couple weeks to panic about it! I know I will freak out about whether I have enough drinks, snacks, etc and then if people will show up or not. Paranoid much?! 

My uterus is on fire!

I have one more day before my exam, and my uterus is on FIRE! Seriously, men have NO IDEA, none at all. Have spent most of the day curled up in a foetal position and whimpering like a spoilt dog without a bone. Studying when in so much physical pain you can't even stand up is literally impossible.

If I fail this exam I will 99% blame my uterus and bad timing of the month for it. The other 1% will be that I am writing this post instead of actually studying.

I feel like I have been in labour all day. How some women pop out 5 or 6 kids is alien to me. They must be super women, in fact every woman who actually gives birth naturally is COMPLETELY INSANE in my opinion. What's with the 'miracle of life' crap? You can give birth to your child normally without the pain, get a fucking epidural you nutcase.

All I know is that if I ever have to give birth it will be a cesarean all the way, I don't want to be awake for that shit. I will have at least 18 years to stare it after, but seeing it come out of an end that should not be allowed to expand that much is just not my cup of tea.

Sorry to all mums out there who disagree with me!

Crazy Cat Lady

Its 7:28 pm and I woke up recently from an hour long nap even though I absolutely wasn't deserving of it. Still chugging through exam period. So while I am stretched out on my sofa like a lizard in the Sun (minus of course the Sun and the scales), something hit me. Staring at my adorable one year old persian cat lovingly, it dawns on me I really might end up an old cat lady. Like one of those ABSOLUTELY CRAZY people who walk their cats in prams, yes children PRAMS! If that ever happens you are welcome to sign me in for therapy. 

My oven just rang and Chocolate Fondant is ready. better dig in and proceed with this mind-numbing immunology now. This was fun, bye!

 

At least she has the decency to look guilty for what she may eventually turn me into!!!

Black & White

I have absolutely no idea why my wardrobe involves primarily black & white clothes. Quite possibly has something to do with black being such a flattering (in the slimming sense) colour. And who doesn't love that?!

When I don't really have to go anywhere special (AKA don't have to think about my outfit) I will 99% of the time choose black &/or white. My whole life I have said if there was one designer I had to choose to wear for the rest of my life it would be Chanel, hands down. I don't know what it is, but when I see a killer black & white outfit my mind immediately thinks CHANEL. Mind you, I am also obsessed with all white outfits, yet am always too scared I'll spill something on myself then have to walk around showing off the fact that I'm like a 2 year old incapable of drinking/eating on my own. People say wearing all black is like going to a funeral, but personally I don't think there is anything more chic. Don't get me wrong though, colour is great, in an ACCESSORY! Like shoes, handbags, necklaces. I do try and wear colour though when thought is actually put into my outfits and I force myself to think outside the box, occasionally.

It's like Kim Kardashians first (or I think technically second?!) wedding to the basketball player was all black & white, and can we all just take a moment to remember the GORGEOUSNESS of it.

Anyways, yesterday I came back to my flat here at University as I have one more exam to do before I can be done with this year. One day I will be one of those responsible people who studies hard through the year then gets all their exams done at the start of Summer........... yeah who am I kidding?!

Here are some of my favourite black & white looks from pinterest:

I ate an elephant

It is midnight and I am sat in bed with a green face mask on very much resembling the hulk minus the buns of steel. Feel like i ate an elephant and its jumping about inside me scolding me for it. Literally don't know how I will lift myself up from this food coma, which the combination of was quite frankly utterly disgusting. Had tortilla bread with salmon and chopped onion which, despite the weird choice of bread (sometimes i try to avoid stocking up on carbs, NEVER SUGAR) was actually pretty good. Had I only eaten that I perhaps wouldn't be feeling so ridden with guilt but THEN of course being the undisciplined pig that I am ABSOLUTELY HAD to have two bowls of cornflakes with enough chocolate powder to stop a fleet of swallows heading down south for the winter. 

Being female isn't hard, its downright impossible! How the fuck are we supposed to stay thin with all the  hormonal food cravings?! It's unnatural. Thank god for bikini season being almost over. Now I am about to spend a week in jogging bottoms which can allow my backside to expand to the size of China should it wish. I may never fully recover.

In other news, heading back to University tomorrow to get on the studying bandwagon I HOPE!!! Why on earth I felt the need to choose such a long, hard career I don't bloody know. Maybe clarity will hit one day, although I'm still waiting. Right I had better switch off now, what with all the packing that awaits me in the morning *SIGH*. 

Make-up and self-esteem issues

The exact moment in which i remembered this, I was on my way out of the shower this morning. My town currently has some festival going on and folk music is being belted out while I try to write this, quite distracting. 

So back to the point of this post. I have worn make-up every single day I have left my house since I was fourteen. It isn't until now at the age of twenty-one almost twenty-two that I have become comfortable without make-up. The main thing that has changed in the recent years is my skin. Having suffered with acne for the better part of my teens I finally decided to see a dermatologist. And let me tell you it was the BEST DECISION of my life. I became much more confident. That was one step of the process.

An incident occurred towards the end of last year. I had what appeared to be some sort of eye infection. It freaked me out to the point that I went to class next day WITHOUT any eye make-up. I have NEVER done this before. Needless to say I was scared shitless of my classmates reactions. Guess what? NOBODY noticed a difference! I had been worried for years and years, limiting myself.

My point is nobody cares more than you, and if you don't care neither will they.

Where to start?

It is a gorgeous sunny Summer day, and yet here I am tucked into bed like it's midnight. There's really quite a simple answer for it, exams. Yes my darlings, it is still that time of year for me unfortunately. I have exactly ten days until my last final and what better time than to create a blog! At the height of distractions, one cannot simply put their head down and get on with it. 

I have been reading blogs for years now, waiting to take the plunge, wondering what on Earth I would write about. There really is no perfect time for it, so I am diving right in. Sharing my views and experiences with y'all (don't ask).

So once I have set up a cute background, and played around with it until I have no more fonts to choose from I had better get back to some studying. 

Catch you soon x