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Someday Summary - Tuesday

2 September 2014




  • It looks like Summer is well and truly leaving us now, and Winter is coming. Last week there was sunshine and the prospect of ice cream, this week we have grey skies and hot chocolates. Not that I'm complaining at all - Winter is by far the best season of the year. Cosy jumpers, candles and Christmas - what more could you possibly ask for?!
  • I'm going to visit some of my friends in Dundee next weekend and so, my world is currently bus fares and seeing if I can get there and back on £10 alone - student budgeting at its finest. I am SO excited though to see them and to see their house. Which reminds me, I should probably buy them some form of housewarming gift, even though it's been a year, woops.
  • I (finally) bought myself a scrapbook to start getting all my stuff from the Commonwealth Games sorted away in a presentable manner *holds back tears* but hey, maybe that could be another post if I ever get round to completing the monumental task of arranging it all.
  • I'm currently reading 'Gone Girl' and oh my gosh. If you haven't read it yet, get yourself down to your nearest bookstore/kindle and get reading. Yes, it's that good. I've been plowing my way through it the past couple of days and can't really put it down. I used to be such an avid reader but slowly began to read less and less as I grew up, as my studies got in the way. I'm definitely going to try to start to read more because I really do love it. Maybe I could start throwing in some book reviews/my favourite books that I've been reading recently onto here? Maybe being the operative word here people.
  • My blog needs a massive face lift. Massive. I've been stuck with the same, plain, old template since I started this blog and to say that I'm sick of the sight of it would be an understatement. If any of you can point me in the right direction/offer any recommendations/help a gal out, I would be eternally grateful.
Until next time!
xo

Writer's Block

31 August 2014
"Writer's block is a condition, primarily associated with writing, in which an author loses the ability to produce new work"

Excuse me, whilst I brush away the cobwebs over here - it's been a while, I know. I'm still alive and functioning, don't worry. However, that mischievous, little devil, writer's block has well and truly struck over here the past few weeks. I haven't abandoned you all, I promise, I'm just in need of some serious inspiration. Every time I sit down to compose a post it just won't happen, or the posts that I write aren't even near enough worthy of being posted. So I've been pretty absent on this little space of the internet for a while, but trust me, I want nothing more than to get right back into my blogging, so I'm hoping to make a few little posts over the next few days to try ease me back into the swing of things and get this blog back up into working shape. Bear with me on this one.

Until next time!
xo

Oh Hey Friday!

8 August 2014
Oh hey there Friday, it's you again. Over at September FARM, Friday's equal the 'Oh Hey Friday' linkup, and said linkup means that I get to tell you about any 5 things that I do so desire! So all you lucky people are going to get treated to... drumroll please: 5 things that I have spent my week doing - original, I know.

1. I have spent a good proportion of my week in a state of post games depression after the Commonwealth Games ended on Sunday. Can we not just do it again and I can dance with Rod Stewart and whatnot all over again? No? Well boo you. My rehearsal bib with messages from all of my Opening Ceremony family isn't helping either.


2. I've been to the cinema twice this week and trust me, that is a lot for me - usually I'll frequent the cinema once every couple of months. Low and behold though, a girl can't turn down a special offer and when tickets are £3.60 instead of the usual £7, there are no excuses not to go.


I ended up going to see The Purge: Anarchy and The Inbetweeners 2. The Purge: Anarchy was much better than expected and gets a solid 8/10, whilst The Inbetweeners 2 only gets a 6/10 - sorry guys.


3.  Next this week was a trip to the pet shop to visit some aquatic animals, as some fish shaped friends may be making an entrance into my life at some point soon, but I'll keep you posted. Holy moly though, can we please just appreciate how HUGE this goldfish is


The other fish in this tank were considered XL goldfish, so put that bad boy next to some normal sized goldfish and it would be like looking at a baby next to an elephant - crazy I tell you. It's the Incredible Hulk of the goldfish world.

4. I finally mastered the messy bun. Doesn't sound too challenging but when you have the world's finest and straightest hair, like me, anything other than a limp, poker straight appearance is near enough impossible. Alas, multiple tutorials and a truck load of kirbies/bobby pins later, I conquered the messy bun. It was a truly beautiful moment; so beautiful in fact, that I forgot to photograph it - you'll have to forgive me on that one.

5. And last, but by no means least, I, along with the assistance of Drew, have managed to make my way through around 2 seasons of Scrubs (I'd never seen Scrubs before - yes I know, I'm a terrible person). You can't beat a good, old Netflix binge.

So there you have it, 5 things that I have spent my week doing. I'm thankful that this week has been just a little bit interesting for all of your sakes. On a side note, I also make my return to work tomorrow after a 6 week break so that should be absolutely horrific. Expect lots of retail related rants and incidents to be headed your way - don't say I didn't warn you.



Until next time!
xo

Tartan and Teacakes

29 July 2014
So I think it's about time we address that situation that I've been rambling on about excitedly to anyone and everyone who would listen - I danced in the Opening Ceremony of the Commonwealth Games and it was absolutely incredible.

I first spoke about the fact that I was actually going to be performing in the opening ceremony in this post here and whilst things over here on my blog have remained fairly calm and controlled, I feel a medal or some form of greater reward should be given to my friends and family who have had to listen to me incessantly ramble on and on..and on some more. A gold star for all of you poor souls, really.

And whilst I was sworn to secrecy in the build up to the opening ceremony, not only on all forms of social media, blogs etc., I also wasn't allowed to tell my family and friends a thing, which let me tell you, is a lot harder than it sounds!

If you haven't seen the opening ceremony or at least clips of it, then I'll assume you've been living under some form of rock or trapped on a desert island far, far away. On the other hand, if you live in a country where the Commonwealth Games isn't really a thing then you can click this handy link where Buzzfeed have conveniently summarised it all for you.

I'm going to keep things short and sweet for you all because I know for a fact I could write about 10 posts and still not have said everything I wanted to say about the ceremony and the whole experience - I'll try my best, I promise.

First things first, I was one of the dancers for Rod Stewart and from an aerial perspective, my group looked like this

(Photo Credit: BBC)

In an organised mess, we all then headed on up to the stage to join Rod and by some sheer luck, I have managed to get myself (kinda) in a photo with Rod Stewart...

(Photo Credit: Glasgow 2014)

So there's Rod, and then in that little red circle, you can see my near enough transparent arm which leads up to the top half of my head, blocked off by the guy beside me and his flailing arms - I can't blame him, it was all very exciting. We then danced some more, sang a little and got showered by glitter (a total diva moment) whilst Rod did his thing. Some of that glitter still lives on with me a week later, appearing in all sorts of places, including, my shoes, bras and socks as well as sticking itself onto every single piece of furniture it can get its shimmering hands on. A girl can't complain though. A kind person in the audience managed to film the majority of our performance, so if you haven't seen that then you can click here to see Rod and us doing our thing, one glitter shower at a time (all credit to the video uploader of course).

All in all though, the whole experience and being a part of something this huge was just incredible. To go from having to quit dancing due to injury two years ago, to then dance in front of a stadium of 40,000 people and a live televised audience of 1.5 billion was just unbelievable - definitely a once in a lifetime experience. I can honestly say that I have met some of the most amazing people and people who I hope to stay friends with for many years. When I first applied, I could never have imagined the sheer scale of it all and just how enjoyable the whole experience would be and I'm actually so sad that it's all over. It's not even been a week yet and I still miss getting up stupidly early to get home at even later times of the night and all the dancing in between. To the cast and crew of People Make Glasgow - thank you for everything.

Until next time!
xo

The Blogmopolitan Quiz

18 July 2014
Well hello there again,

It's been another busy week of rehearsals over here, but when Erin over at Two Thirds Hazel dropped the news of her latest Blogmopolitan Quiz link-up, who was I to say no? Plus, we all already mentally fill out those little questionnaires in Cosmo as it is right? (Or maybe that's just me).

So I sat down and filled out the latest Blogmopolitan Quiz for you all to peruse at your leisure should you wish to do so and hey, you may even learn something new about me! Don't say I'm not good to you.


So there you have it, another quiz filled out in another post educating you on all things Caitlin. On a sidenote though, can we please discuss how difficult it is in fact to come up with your own Real Housewives tagline? How those women change theirs every season will always be a mystery to me; there HAS to be some kind of formula to it.

Until next time!
xo

Sleepy Toilet Duties

10 July 2014
Anybody else find themselves sitting around on this fine Thursday afternoon, slowly drifting off to sleep whilst daydreaming of getting into bed tonight, or is that strictly reserved for Camp Clinkky over here? Because let me tell you, nothing and I mean NOTHING, sounds more appealing than hopping right into bed at this very moment and napping the day away. Oh the glamorous life of an almost-twenty year old.

Had you been trying to hunt me down this past week, you could have tried to find me in one of the following places: 
Rehearsals - these are held in a top secret location, so chances are, you'd never find me. 
Walking my dog - that too takes place in the middle of nowhere so again, chances are you wouldn't have found me, unless you are particularly good at/enjoy scoping out large fields.
At home, cleaning the toilets - hmmmm

I'm currently house sitting for my family whilst they jet off to some island where the sun always shines, the beach is just across the road, the food is amazing, but alas, the wifi is near to non-existent (ha!). The short periods of time that I have got to speak to them however, have been delightful affairs; times where they have only contacted me with the sole intention of asking me to clean the toilets. I can only imagine what their next cleaning demands will entail.

So yes, I'm spending a lot of time at home and yes, I have been cleaning the toilets amongst many other household objects whilst trying to cook myself a nutritious, still mostly edible meal every night, followed by a heap of ironing and washing up. All whilst my dog follows me around looking cute, begging me to take him outside. You just can't say no to that face.



So I guess I'm kind of tired, and by kind of, I mean incredibly. But hey, things could be much, much worse. If you need me, I'll just be over here, getting my Cinderella on.

Until next time!
xo
 

Internal Monologue

28 June 2014
Life is a funny little thing. It takes some of the best of us and all of a sudden chews us up to a pulp and spits us back out without reason or cause.

I've never been a believer in the saying that 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' - what doesn't kill you internally weakens you, not the opposite. It eats you up inside and when it's finished with you, sits back in the corner of your mind somewhere, ready to reappear at any point and dampen your spirits. I don't believe in trying to take strength from something that is draining you to the core; forcing yourself to put on a smile isn't strengthening you, it's only aiding the weakening cause.

Sometimes life is all too much and we all just need to take a step back and reenergise - take some time to smell the flowers. It's much easier said than done, I know; life is unpredictable in that way.

Life is all about strength of character, not luck or fate; it's the moments that challenge us the most, where life in itself seems almost unbearable that our true strength of character is displayed. Watching somebody close to you go through such challenges, as I am currently, is a roller coaster in itself.

Life is unpredictable - sometimes it makes us so happy we could dance, other times it makes us cry for a little while, and sometimes it tries to bring us down to the point that we shut ourselves away from the world. We like to tell ourselves that life is in our control, that it sits in the palm of our hands but the reality is that so many things are out of our control that we just have to sit back and hope that our strength in character is enough to keep us away from the blow and it's aftermath. Sometimes it's not, but that's ok - we just find a way to get ourselves back on our feet again. In the end, we're all the same; like dandelions in a breeze, just floating along, waiting to see where life takes us.

Until next time,
xo
                                                     
           
                         

Pandas and Polaroids

22 June 2014
So this week, the UK got what can only be described as our 'one week of summer' - famously known as the week where the sun shines and temperatures push 20 degrees, swiftly followed by a week of continuous rain - classic. It would be a waste not to make the most of the weather, so this week I headed on out on with my trusty factor 50 by my side (my transparent complexion is no friend of the sun) and ventured forth to enjoy our 7 day long summer.


Monday saw a trip into the city with some friends where we lunched like the classy ladies that we are, by visiting the Hard Rock Cafe. Now I'm no food critic but let me tell you, that there club sandwich was quite simply, excellent. However, us classy ladies weren't willing to spend £10 on ice cream; a short drive and £2 later, we all had ice lollies - dessert problem solved. Also take note of the man walking a tightrope, playing a violin and singing all at the same time - his multitasking levels are through the roof.


Tuesday was by far my favourite day of the week. Drew and I got up at a ridiculously early hour of the day and hopped on a train to Edinburgh for a long awaited trip to the zoo. For those of you that don't know, pandas have been my favourite animal for as long as I remember and Edinburgh zoo happens to be the only place in the UK that you can see such animals - I was excited to say the least. If you take a look up in that top right corner you'll see one sleepy panda; downright adorable, I know. My excitement couldn't be contained, even 3 hours later when we stopped off at Krispy Kreme before we headed on the train home. Doughnuts and pandas all in one day is just a little much for Caitlin to handle.


Wednesday came around and involved a drive with some of my best friends from school for a picnic in the countryside. Naturally, with my ghost like skin, I had managed to get burnt during the 10 minutes that I was driving for - factor 50 and that big old oak tree were my best friends that day. My little polaroid camera also came with us for the first time and was a source of great amusement - definitely my most favourite recent purchase.


By the time Thursday and Friday arrived, I was pretty exhausted to say the least, so lying around in the garden doing absolutely nothing but eat my body weight in ice lollies and fruit was essential. Luckily I had Drew to keep me company. Both days consisted of applying suncream religiously before proceeding to take shelter in the shade - the transparent life is hard, I'm telling you.

But now it's Sunday and the temperatures are already dropping back into the teens; our week of summer is coming to an end. Sad faces all around. But hey, I hope that wherever you are and whatever it is that you are doing, that the weather is lovely and whatever you're up to is even lovelier.

Until next time!
xo

Retail Food for Thought

9 June 2014
This post is brought to you by the piece of glass that has lodged itself under the skin of my hand - oh the joys of working in a supermarket! I've had this post planned for a wee while now but have had absolutely no time to sit down and just focus on writing it; now however, with my new glass-shaped friend in my hand I feel like I have an excuse to just sit down and try relax before I start trying to ply out the little sucker.

I work in retail part time between my studies - a fact many of you will be aware of by now. I've dealt with everything from 2 year olds who have lost their mum in amongst the chaos of the aisles, husbands who have lost their wives somewhere between the freezers and the cereal, runaway dogs, trolley fights over cider, drunks looking for beans and people who are high as a kite, looking for munchies. Then there is everybody else, those who just pop in for anything from bread and milk to Saturday night munchies.

No matter who I come across or what they're looking for, the thing that I've learnt is that the customers I come to respect are those with some form of manners - those who show some sign of gratitude and treat me as an equal. Because lets be realistic - in a dream world there is not a chance in hell that you would find me stacking shelves on a Saturday night; it's not something that I would choose to do and most certainly isn't a job that I enjoy; having somebody appreciate your help makes it a little more bearable.

I'll put it into context for you; the other day a woman smashed her trolley into me whilst I was crouching down filling a shelf. She then proceeded to completely bypass me, acting as if nothing had happened (even though I was pretty much lying in her way, across the aisle, as if I had been hit by a truck...kinda). At this point, I was ready to flykick this woman in the face and send her packing - an apology would have sufficed but clearly this was too much of a challenge. The exact same thing happened when a woman dropped a tin of carrots on my head once; no apology, but hey, who needs an apology when you're suffering from slight concussion and aren't even sure where you are anymore?

I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that gratitude is important. Treating people like your equal is probably even more important. There really is no excuse for anything else. No matter who they are, where they are, or even where you are, a little gratitude goes a long way - trust me. Make this gal happy and throw in a thanks the next time I show you where the microwave popcorn is, you'll make my job a whole lot more bearable and it costs absolutely nothing, yay! The same applies to the real world - gratitude is free and I'm pretty sure the world will go round a whole lot smoother with a little bit more of it.

Until next time!


xo

Warning: Rising Levels of Excitement

28 May 2014
So you may remember this little post here, where I talked about that small matter of auditioning for the opening and closing ceremonies of the 2014 Commonwealth Games... 10 points to everybody who guesses where this is heading!


Yup, you guessed it! Somehow I've managed to bag myself a spot in the opening ceremony of the Commonwealth Games. Even typing that is still surreal. I do hope I get to wear a dashing hat like those pictured above - I can already practically smell the tartan that I'll no doubt be wearing head to toe.

As always, I am sworn to secrecy with all things Commonwealth Games ceremonies but I am just as, perhaps potentially more excited than my dog is at the mention of food - and trust me, that is a whole lot of excitement.

Exciting times lie ahead, all I've got to do is prepare myself to perform in front of thousands of people in a stadium, alongside the millions of others watching at home, across the world - no big deal, ha..ha...
I guess the number 3 has to be my new favourite from now on.


Until next time!
xo

Freedom

26 May 2014
Well, I have to apologise, it has been a little while since I have logged into Blogger and sat down to compose a post. I do hope you can forgive me, I have after all, been stuck in the fiery corner of hell known as exam season, battling my way through not one, not two, but SEVEN exams. Yes, you read that right.

Last Wednesday, at 3:30pm, I was declared officially free and left the exam hall with my head held high (to a certain extent, exams are a bit of a tricky business) and ventured off out into the unknown, ready for summer. So what exactly is it that you've been doing since you've been gone? I hear you ask. Well, let me give you the rundown - here goes nothing!


I finally acquired this little beauty - the Instax Mini 8, after lusting after it for quite some time. I opted for the yellow one as you can see and it's down right adorable! It's still sitting pretty in its box but I'm sure it will become very loved and cherished over the summer months.


I've taken this guy on a few summery adventures through the countryside, which is a lot more exciting than it looks!

Other photo-graphless things that I have been up to also include: going to see Godzilla which to my surprise, actually turned out to be pretty great. I'm still no fan of Bryan Cranston though - the only thing the man can do well is raise his voice and act angry; I'm still not convinced. I've also taken multiple trips to town and various shopping centres in attempt to buy some summery clothes. Let me tell you though, if you're no fan of crop tops then you're probably going to leave empty handed as I did - crop tops, crop tops EVERYWHERE. All was not lost though, I did leave with new nail varnishes - what more could a girl really want?

I am also guilty of developing a new addiction, in the shape of sweet & salted popcorn - heaven in a bag, I'm telling you. I've consumed Oreo brownies, lovingly baked by my friend Annie - she's basically the new Mary Berry and I could eat them all day long until you had to roll me home. I've also been sexually harassed by an old, sleazy customer at my work who told me that I could "grab him if I wanted" - ha..I think not. Oh! and I've written up a bucket list for things to achieve this summer, but that's for another day.

I think that is just about everything, a whirlwind tour of my life these past few days, in a few paragraphs. You can expect to see me in these neck of the woods more often now, I guess.

Until next time!
xo 

Playing the Waiting Game

7 May 2014
It's raining, I'm stuck in the middle of exam hell and to top it off, I'm playing the waiting game - and the waiting game is not one that I like to play, no sir. It's not that I'm an impatient person; I can tolerate the same level of waiting as your average person - hell, I work in retail and that must do serious wonders for your level of patience and all-round tolerance. It's the anticipation that kills me. In fact, scratch that, it more like tortures, taunts, then brutally murders me. Anticipation is not my friend.

I'm not good with anticipation, and by that I obviously mean in the sense of awaiting news which could potentially change things, exam results, those kinds of things. I am however, perfectly ok with waiting for and anticipating the following few at current:

- Season 5 of The Walking Dead (I've got like a year to wait, I know *sigh*)
 - The Yodel van pulling up outside my house, bearing my Instax Mini 8 shaped parcel
 - My seventh, and final exam of this seemingly never ending exam season

You catch my drift, I'm sure. But whilst I'm seemingly ok with waiting and claim to be quite the patient person, the second my email inbox states that there's some unread stuff awaiting my attention, my heart near enough stops, along with my breathing and many basic motor skills. You can only imagine my sheer joy when I find it's not the news I was waiting for but is none other than some company going out of their way to offer me the chance to add 3 whole inches to my manlihood - I say! A swift exit to the junk folder and there I am once again, playing the waiting game. I'm telling you, if refreshing your emails magically provided you with some form of income, I wouldn't need a job. Clearly I have some issues to address here.

Until next time!
xo

Pre-Exam Cravings

23 April 2014
So it's T minus 5 days until exams start and I'm kind of stressing out, and when I say kind of, I mean completely and utterly losing it. I, unlike most normal human beings seem to become less motivated the closer that it actually gets to my exams - a lack of motivation and abnormally high levels of stress don't really float my boat. What with being stuck in the same room every day, trying to make some sort of sense of my coursework, my mind does tend to wander and crave the random. Call it pre-exam cravings if you will; all stress and no sense.

So today, whilst trudging my way through a stack of biochemistry lectures, I decided to keep a mental note of today's cravings, even though I'm supposed to be focusing all my mental capacities on those exam things - I'll probably (definitely) regret it later. Plus, this way, I give you a spot of light reading and confirm that I am still alive and well and haven't perished amongst a stack of textbooks and seemingly unnecessary anatomy terms that I'm supposed to be learning.

In no particular order, but all of equal importance, my pre-exam cravings today consisted of:

- A new brain: yup, I actually put that on this list. There's only so much more information this brain can take; ask me to recall any of that information and I may just spontaneously combust right in front of you.

-A mozzarella sticks delivery service: because mozzarella sticks are appropriate at all times of the day and I need a delivery service on speed dial that will bring them direct to my front door - all the tasty, cheesy goodness, all day long.

- A (local) gym membership: I think this one is partly due to the fact that I've been sitting in the one spot for quite some time, living off a diet of Easter eggs, but you can't say no to Easter eggs - they're part of a national holiday, it would just be rude. On a side note, I do actually have a gym membership for the gym at my uni, I'm just too lazy to make the hour long journey to get there now that the semester is over - cut me some slack, I'm disgusting, I know.

- Frozen fruit: it's like eating an ice lolly, but much healthier, so it would be completely justified if I got to shovel spoonfuls of this stuff into my face, whilst I question what possessed me to choose a physiology degree in the first place, right before the mental breakdown ensues.

- Bundles of blankets and pillows: I can't explain this one, studying just makes me want to get cosy and curl up in a big pile of duvets, blankets, pillows, cushions and any other soft material to hand - as if all of the comfy materials in the world can hide me away from my degree for a while - HA, I wish.

- Season 4 of The Walking Dead - this isn't so much of a craving, just a 'I need this in my life at this very second' kind of thought that passes through my head every other minute - quite the distraction. I bought the season 1-3 boxset earlier in the month and Drew and I made our way through it all in around 2 weeks (the first season only has 6 episodes, so we aren't awful human beings ok?) and conveniently, the fourth season doesn't come out on DVD until August. AUGUST. That is a whole lot of time to dodge spoilers and try and fill the apocalyptic shaped void in my life. On another side note, if you are one of those people who post spoilers on social media then shame on you, you are no friend of mine.

So yes, exams are driving me crazy and study season is my least favourite time of the year, but I shall leave you with the photo below, I feel it perfectly encapsulates me, me doing my degree, and my life at university in general.


Until next time!

xo


Motivational Ramblings

14 April 2014
So today has consisted of sitting at a desk, amongst a seemingly endless stack of work, trying to make some sort of dent in it. All that I've been able to think about recently is my university exams which are unfortunately looming and from there on, I begin to worry and panic endlessly about my future and what it is exactly that I want to do with my life.

Seriously, I envy all of you who can happily sit there and say "oh, I want to become a doctor" or "I'm going to set up my own business" and blah blah blah because really I am completely clueless. So, whilst I was sitting there today, in the middle of my very own existential crisis, with only biochemistry and physiology textbooks for company, I came across this little gem.


It was pretty motivational, for me at least. It is around this time of year that I presume 98% of students (myself included) across the globe feel the desire to completely give up on all things educational. I don't blame any of you. At all. We should all just hop on a plane together to somewhere warm and escape for a bit - the ultimate 'F- you' to all examination boards/institutions.

Unfortunately, this year my exam results actually count for something - ugh - so the next 6 weeks of my life consist of all day and night study sessions (yes, that's probably my sobbing that you can hear).

The way I see it, if I was to write a letter for myself to read in 10 years, it would probably just read

"I hope that you're happy with whatever and wherever you are just now." 

Because I guess that's all any of us can really ask for from life - to be happy and achieve all the goals and dreams that we've set for ourselves. We get stuck in this little rut at this time of the year - the weather starts to get nicer, nights get longer and getting out of bed in the morning gets a little harder; a full day of work on top of all that, along with one too many exams isn't exactly ideal.

I guess today's little motivational message for myself was to stick at it, to keep on working, even if I don't know what direction I'm headed in - work hard and the options are endless. It's cheesy but it's true. Just like the quote says:
 "Good things come to those who work their asses off and never give up".

Until next time!
xo


Dear Netflix...

10 April 2014
Dear Netflix...

You sure know the way to a girl's heart don't you, you big, corporate, hunk of film and TV.

  • Thank you for always having my back on a Saturday night after work because everyone knows that a Saturday shift in retail is the equivalent of having to fight off Bigfoot and his Oompa Loompa army for 8 hours straight - it's a war zone out there.
  • Thank you for always asking who's watching when I sign in - I enjoy being able to keep my Gossip Girl binges to myself whilst still pretending that I've totally got my life together. Thanks Netflix, you're the best!
  • Thank you for that 15 second interval between episodes, allowing me to consider that I should probably be doing something productive with my life in the real world; at this point I usually log out and get on with my life. Ha..ha..who am I kidding? Those 15 seconds give me just the right amount of time to grab something to eat/drink before returning to the exact same spot that I've been sitting in for the past 3 hours and continue with the binge.


  • Thank you for continually confirming that it is ok to marathon and that I'm not just a lousy human being.

  • Thank you for skipping the whole "previously on..blah blah blah" when you start watching the next episode; lord knows that I've just watched 5 episodes in a row, I know EXACTLY what's going on, don't you worry.
  • Thank you for having every season of Gossip Girl and Dexter, a weird combination, I know, but nonetheless I am eternally grateful. Please never remove either from your wonderful service (I've seen all the episodes like 5 times, you don't want to ruin that streak do you?) Find below a picture of a happy goat which accurately represents myself where Gossip Girl and/or Dexter is concerned.



  • Finally, thank you for being affordable - I share an account so all you ask of me once a month is the equivalent of a train ticket to town, and quite frankly, I would consider that the ultimate bargain.
Much love, 
Caitlin xo

P.S. Whilst we're at it, I'd be super appreciative of season 3 of American Horror Story, you know, if you have time or whatever, just a suggestion...

32 Things That Make Me Happy

4 April 2014
It's exam season, that time of year where I go into hibernation among a stack of textbooks and notepads, wearing hoodies and joggies, with that staple messy bun to top it off - EVERY single day. Ugh. It is around this time of year that I also realise  just how much I hate my degree.

However, after reading one of my favourite blogs, linked here I decided to take a break from all the studying and sit down and make a list of some of the things that make me happy, just like many other bloggers across this here internet. So here we gooooooo.


1. Freshly painted nails - yup, nothing better, currently sporting matte grey for all those interested

2. Candles and cosy nights - can you really think of a better way to spend cold, dull nights? Didn't think so

3. Netflix - no explanation necessary

4. Going shopping in town on sunny days

5. Walks in the countryside with my dog
- my last post has this covered

6. Photographs

7. Being in foreign countries
- makes me extra happy, evident below


8. A tidy bedroom

9. IKEA and their meatballs - interior design makes me happy but those meatballs? Good Lord, they are heavenly and if you haven't tried them, where have you been?!

10. Vanilla - all vanilla EVERYTHING

11. Acoustic versions of songs - particularly this one at the moment

12. Lazy Sunday's 

13. Orlando - I swear I left my heart here, it truly is the happiest place on earth



14. Decorating - I'm weird, I know - probably should put a disclaimer out about that

15. Lush bath bombs

16. That time of night when the sun begins to set and the sky gets all lazy

17. Campfires and roasted marshmallows

18. Dogs and puppies - especially this lump



19. Having somebody love you in the way that you love them

20. Mayonnaise on  chicken sandwiches - how could you even contemplate going without? Mayo is the way forward

21. Christmas - yup, I'm that guy, it's the most wonderful time of the year!

22. Cuddles

23. Payday - almost makes up for my crappy job, holla

24. Orange and Pineapple juice - damn, that stuff is good

25. Thunderstorms - conveniently, I live on the completely wrong side of the world for such things

26. Fresh bed sheets and shaved legs - men of the world, I feel sorry for you because you're really missing out

27. Driving on sunny days - it makes everything summery and just generally 100x better. If the sun is out then you cannot complain

28. Pinky promises - I'm 5 years old at heart, deal with it

29. Gigs



30. Dancing - even though my stage has now just become my bedroom and my audience is non existent - the story's a couple of posts back if you're interested

31. Handwritten letters - there is nothing better, I'm telling you

32. Skinny jeans - they're just perfect for everything and make Caitlin one happy lady

Until next time!

xo






Miniature Escapes

30 March 2014
I, like every other human being on earth, feel the need to get away from that little thing that we call 'life' every so often. Unfortunately, like most other human beings on earth, I don't have the funds to just call in my private jet and have it whisk me off somewhere on the other side of the world - a girl can only dream. I can, however, get in my car and drive off somewhere for the day.

So earlier this week, when the weather (finally) showed some signs of improvement, myself, Drew and my dog all bundled into my car and went for a drive. We ended up in one of our favourite places and went for a wander.


Ok, I confess, the weather was just slightly sunnier than usual, the wind on the other hand, was brutal; boots and jeans were still an absolute essential (hurrah!). But who am I to deny an escape from the world for a little while?




As you can see, I have a very impressive set of tree climbing skills...not. However, I think I'm worthy of all the awards after having to jump a good couple of metres over a whole host of spider eggs laid on the tree AND manage to stay firmly on my feet. For those of you who know me well, you'll be filling up with an overwhelming sense of pride right now - a great achievement, I know. Drew, on the other hand, he can get to the top of trees easy peasy but I guess that's boys for you, their childhood has set them up for this kinda stuff. And Max? Well he's just chilling and doing his own thing, like the big, chocolate-y lump that he is. 



He's pretty cute though, that you can't deny, just look at that face! Down right adorable. 

Until next time!
xo

Happy Monday

24 March 2014
7:00am: The all too familiar beeping of my alarm clock begins - ah, Monday, you again.

7:30am: A fully dressed yet somewhat still half asleep Caitlin crawls back into bed

7:45am: C'mon Caitlin, time to get moving *screams internally for a good while*

7:50am: "It's frosty outside, can I just inherit the ability to teleport already?"

8:12am: "I'm sorry to announce, that your train has been cancelled" DAMN IT

Yes, it's Monday again and yes, I know that we all love to hate Monday. As you can see, it's been a bit of a trialing Monday morning for myself - my train was cancelled and the next one turned my 15 minute journey into uni into a 40 minute one; a prize goes to the person who can guess what happens next..

Yes, you there! Congratulations! I missed my 9am lecture but I'm not too fussed. Whilst all of the odds seem to be against me today, I am relatively unscathed - it's currently 9:58am as I type yet I am still feeling relatively cheery and chirpy (we're taking bets on how long this will last). Plus it's sunny outside! Ok, ok I know that it's windy and freezing cold and if you're brave enough to step outside your door then there's the possibility that you could be frozen in a little ice block right there and then (I'm talking The Santa Claus 3 here, when Jack Frost does that thing where he freezes the parents, I know, coolest reference ever...) but still, you can admire the sun and all things bright and beautiful right from the comfort of the great indoors. Even take a nice photo and stick an Instagram filter on it, #summeriscoming 

You don't have to be a doctor to diagnose my somewhat happy and joyful mood to the fact that it's the last week of lectures at uni, then I have a nice big month off to do as I please (study) before those things that we don't talk about make an appearance (exams). It's not all fun and games though, I'll be dodging overtime from work left, right and centre; ain't nobody got time for stacking shelves and pretending to be happy. Even that thought can't bring me down - 4 more days of uni, the countdown is on.

I hope that you too, are having a wonderful Monday morning - didn't think I'd ever be saying that! And I hope that the rest of your day is just as great; I'm praying that this good mood sticks around for a while. If you, on the other hand have had a bit of a manic Monday and you're already suffering from the Monday blues, then have a photo of a happy puppy - they make everything better.


Until next time!
xo

#NoMakeUpSelfies and the Bigger Picture

20 March 2014
Ok, serious face on for once.


If you, like every other person on this planet are a Facebook account holder, you will probably be aware of the viral trend filling up your timelines with #NoMakeUpSelfieForCancer. For those of you who aren't aware, I'll explain. On Tuesday night, a campaign begun whereby thousands of girls whipped out their makeup wipes and posted photos of themselves on Facebook, fresh faced and makeup free. The incentive began to raise awareness of Cancer Research UK but overnight the charity saw an influx of £1 million worth of donations, even though the campaign had not been set up by themselves. The concept is a simple one: take off your makeup, grab your nearest selfie-taker of preference, take said selfie, upload to Facebook, then text BEAT to 70007, donating £3 to Cancer Research UK.

Simple enough, but I must admit I was pretty skeptical at first. My timeline was inundated with


photos of all these girls tagged #NoMakeUpSelfieForCancer yet something was quite clear - they were anything but fresh faced and makeup free. And to me, that's where the bigger picture comes in. I'm more than aware that there are girls out there uploading said pictures for a bit of attention and by no means do they intend to donate to charity - let's not lie, we all know at least one. Fair enough, I'm not here to judge or hate but again, the bigger picture.

What struck me, was that all these girls were being praised simply for uploading a photograph of themselves naturally to a social media site as though it were a major achievement. And that's the worrying part. We live in a society today where a lack of makeup is almost a weakness; women are perceived to be objects of beauty and they must comply at all times. We live in a world that feeds off the latest celebrity trends and the way that people look - completely vain and selfish but accepted in
society.

Now I am in no way a feminist but I've heard guys commenting on this new viral trend and it's nasty -
"all I can say is that makeup works wonders", "put it away, I don't need to be seeing that" amongst others but I'll leave that to your imagination. I don't know about you but I myself suffer from crippling self-confidence issues, I honestly hate so many aspects of myself and that's wrong. Living in a world where a good 90% of girls can't leave the house without applying makeup and hiding who they really are, even if they're just popping down to the shops, is really sad. Really, really sad. People could argue for days about the pressures of the media on girls and guys alike and the effects it can have, how we can stop it and blah blah blah but can we really pull our self absorbed, looks conscious society back and step and say "hold on a minute, look what's happening here"? I'm skeptical. But that's not my debate to have.

I praise all the girls who have gone bare faced and donated to charity but if feel like there's a bigger issue here; the world is praising these girls as though the removal of makeup is an achievement - it shouldn't be. We shouldn't be scared to go out bare faced "just in case I bump into someone I know" but we are, and I totally get that. But it's wrong and something needs to change. Whilst an excellent campaign, raising a phenomenal amount of money, will there really be any fresh, bare faced selfies hitting Facebook this weekend? Will we ever be able to ditch the makeup for those small trips that we might just bump into somebody? It's scary but it's thought provoking at the same time. I'll leave you with that thought.

Until next time!
xo

Dance Like Nobody's Watching

17 March 2014
Up until 2 years ago, I had danced ever since I'd been about 2ft tall, a ridiculous, yet equally hilarious image (said ridiculous and hilarious images are hidden away with all my childhood photographs; there's really no reason to be sharing those now - I'd prefer not to scar you all for life!) but alas, all good things come to an end.

I started getting an ache behind my kneecaps and even just sitting down was excruciating, there was just a constant pain and I had to resort to hobbling around as my main method of transportation - lucky me! I picked up the nickname 'Hobbly Hobnob' after a while so ya know, it wasn't all bad, at least I was providing humour to those I passed on a daily basis. After several hospital visits, MRI scans and physiotherapy appointments I was diagnosed with patella tendonitis and was basically told in way more medical-y terms that I wasn't to dance again. 

I was pretty devastated, like really, I'd spent a good 12 years of my life dancing and then that was it, I just had to give it up like that (sad face). But before you start sending all your sympathetic and sad vibes my way, do not fear! Earlier on in the year I had the opportunity to apply to be a performer in the opening and closing ceremonies of the 2014 Commonwealth Games - pretty big stuff, I know. I applied thinking nothing of it; it would be a fantastic opportunity but if I didn't get it then so be it. However, at the end of February I was lucky enough to be called into audition and said audition was yesterday...

Now, I've been sworn to secrecy and I've even signed a contract stating that I won't tell anybody anything about the goings on - pretty intense for an audition! So for fear of being dragged away and being imprisoned by the Commonwealth Games police forevermore, I'm going to have to leave the details of the audition to your imagination. I am willing to tell you that it was honestly so much fun and I enjoyed every minute! There may, or there may not have been some element of dance to it but it's not my place to tell you such things...

It made me realise how much I still love dancing, how I never really lost my passion for it, so today's lesson my lovelies is to never give up; even if people tell you that you can't, never turn down an opportunity that you might love or will be a great experience for you. Never let anybody hold you back from anything that you want to do (even if they do happen to have Dr. as their title and give you a medical certificate, oops). Say yes to more opportunities - I'm slowly starting to learn this and honestly, it's great. But the most important of advice: dance like nobody's watching, yup, get your Beyonce on whilst tidying, cleaning or even, dare I say it, whilst heavily intoxicated at the bar on a Friday night. I know we all stage our own mini concerts in the shower,don't lie, although I am not willing to be the ambassador for shower dancing, maybe give that one a miss for now if you enjoy having all your bones in one piece. I'll be right over here dancing it out in the meantime.


Until next time!
xo

Blue Skies all Around

11 March 2014
What on earth is that bright, shining orb in the sky? Surely it can't be?! The sun?!!?

Yup, if you reside within the UK like I do, you'll probably be aware of this sunny weather that we're experiencing - pretty unusual for early March but guess what? I'm complaining.

I know, I know, how on earth can I complain that the sun is out for the first time in forever (I swear the sun has some sort of personal vendetta against the UK) but I'm stuck inside working away on coursework and learning things about the human body that I'm 500% certain I'll never need to know, damn you physiology. I am however, following the sun around my room and shifting my work and laptop around accordingly - I'm currently writing this squished up somewhere between my drawers and bed but hey, the sun's keeping my legs warm so it's totally justified.

I hope that you reading this are somewhere warm and sunny, or if you too live in the UK, are taking full advantage of the sun; just like the guy I saw on the train this morning sporting shorts and a t-shirt - bold but definitely taking advantage.

And for those of you cooped up inside working away and stressing over that assignment that's due in tomorrow, I feel your pain but we've got this - keep dreaming of Summer, just like my dog does every single day.



Until next time!
xo

Across the Ocean

24 February 2014
Whew! It's been a busy couple of weeks on my front; uni has practically taken over my life. On Tuesday night though, I managed to get out and head down to Ivory Blacks in Glasgow to go see one of my favourite bands - Our Last Night.

Our Last Night are a 4 piece post hardcore band from New Hampshire, USA. I first saw these guys supporting Sleeping With Sirens back in May 2013 and I have to say, I was pretty impressed. You can listen to one of their newer songs 'Sunrise' here but they also do some pretty good acoustics as well - if you're interested you can treat your ears here.

All formalities aside, this gig was incredible and honestly blew all other gigs I've been to, out of the water. Ivory Blacks is a very intimate venue, with a small capacity which just made the atmosphere totally different to any gig I had ever been to. I had been very keen to take my camera with me but with hindsight this probably would have been a horrific idea - there would have been nothing left of it by the end of the night! I'll apologise in advance for the lack of photos and their poor quality but it was all my little phone could manage in amongst the madness haha!

My friend and I had arrived at the venue around 4:30pm - we were a bit keen to get to the front of the queue but we were surprised to find that there were only around 8-9 people already waiting, far less than we expected - so far, so good. The drawback of this was that around 5:30pm it started to turn cold; the UK isn't exactly blessed with the best of weather! By the time it got to 6:30pm and the doors opened, my legs and hands weren't registering with my body - I couldn't get in there fast enough!

After much jumping around trying to warm up, 7pm finally came around and the first of the support acts came on. They were a local band and to be honest, I don't really remember what they were called, awful, I know (sorry). Empires Fade were next up and again, I hadn't heard of these guys either - they weren't really my cup of tea but they brought us one step closer to the headliners - Our Last Night.

The final support act of the night was Secrets - a band I have actually heard of and love. I was pretty excited when I found out that these guys would also be playing and I have to say, they didn't disappoint. It would have been nice to hear a couple more songs in their set but that's what headliners are for eh? (Hint hint) Secrets also somehow managed to start 'crowd surf  Tuesday', I still am not sure how I felt about this - being at the front left me with a lot of bruises and blows to the head. You see, 95% of those at the barrier and in the first few rows were girls and as much as we love to rant about 'girl power' and how we are strong, independent women, we just didn't have the ability to support 6ft- something guys attempting to crowd surf; they just kind of fell onto our heads while they waited for some poor guy who worked at the venue to pull them over the barrier (much sympathy for said guy, it looked a tough job).  I have to say though, even with blows to the head and neck (my friend also had her nose burst open, which was pretty messy) I have to say it only added to the atmosphere - it was something I'd never experienced before, it was amusing whilst being annoying as hell!

But finally, 9pm came around and it was time for the main event - Our Last Night. What came after this completely blew my mind and my expectations. I had never been to a gig so intimate and to have one of my favourite bands stood there barely a metre away, it was quite incredible! They came on with such energy and smashed through their songs, old and new; it was absolutely incredible. I think this is the one occasion that I was absolutely ok with being pushed up against a crowd of strangers and breathing in the stench of sweat. These guys are genuinely the best act that I have seen live and at £9 a ticket, it was an absolute bargain. I would happily pay over and over to see them again.

The crowd shot - you'll find me in the second row on the right of the guy who looks far too happy! Photo credit: Matt Vogel

As you can see, it's a pretty intimate venue and we were all pretty crushed but that was the least of my concerns - I was having far too good a time! 12 songs later and it was all over; the band left the stage, and the crowd started to diverge in their separate directions. I couldn't hear a thing because of the ridiculous ringing in my ears, but I wasn't too fussed - I was just in awe at how amazing the night had been! Nothing beats seeing one of your favourite bands in such an intimate gig. 



The guys came out to sign stuff/ take photos with people at the end of the night so I was also lucky enough to get to meet each of the guys - they're all so lovely and genuine, my face in the photos that I took with them however, is not that; I guess you can't have it all!

In all honesty though, Tuesday night was incredible and I would happily live it over and over - it far exceeded my expectations. Our Last Night have promised they'll be returning to the UK and this is a promise I really hope that they keep!

Until next time!

xo

Spring Wishlist

11 February 2014
Hello there again!

It's kind of half way through February already (scary, I know) and I suppose Spring is on the not too distant horizon, so today, I have drawn together all my most lusted after items to form my very own Spring wishlist; comprising of some normal and some random buys, thrown in there for good measure.



First off, we have Diesel's 'Loverdose'. I was given this as a gift a couple of years ago and it became a firm favourite. After over a year of using it sparingly, like most good things, it came to an end, boo. A repurchase is an essential for this year, I need it back in my life!

Next up is the Fujifilm Instax Mini 8 in blue. I have to admit that I only first discovered this product after reading a blog post review of it that I stumbled upon, it's safe to say that it was love at first sight. I'm really interested in photography and I just think that polaroids are a nice, cute keepsake - a polaroid camera has always been something I've wanted to get my hands on. The instax mini 8 comes in a range of pastel-y colours; from blue, to yellow and pink amongst others and I've seen the camera on sites like amazon at quite reasonable prices (£50-£65). I think this will definitely be an investment in the coming months, particularly in time for Summer!

I am guilty of spending quite a bit of money on candles; particularly in the past couple of months and I am no stranger to the Yankee Candle shop. At Christmas, I bought my sister the Vanilla Lime candle and oh my goodness, the smell is phenomenal. Vanilla is up there with my most favourite smells, and the lime addition was unusual but most definitely welcome; the odds were pretty high that I was going to need this in my life at some point - sooner rather than later. It's a nice, clean summery scent so what better time to buy it than the lead up to Spring/Summer? I love you Yankee Candles.

I go to the gym 3 times a week whilst at uni and recently purchased a nice, new pair of Nike training shoes. However, whilst I love them to pieces, I'd been lusting over the Tiffany blue free runs - I mean look at them, no explanation necessary. Unfortunately for me, the UK doesn't stock the free runs in this colour - huge sad face. They still deserve a place on this list though; a girl can dream.

A couple of weeks ago, my wonderful boyfriend spoiled me with a few OPI nail varnishes from the 'Touring America' Collection. He got me a couple of darker shades and a neutral tone, slightly different from the brighter and more vibrant polishes I'm used to wearing. However, I instantly fell in love with each and every one of them so naturally had to have a look through OPI's newest collection - 'Brazil'. Straight off, I noticed/fell in love with/ knew I needed in my life immediately, this darker, more neutral polish - 'Taupe-less Beach'. I have a ridiculous nail varnish addiction and no doubt this will be in my possession within the month.

I love bunnies and I love cosy jumpers and conveniently, Topshop have rolled my love all into one with this cute little bunny print jumper, retailing at £24.00. It just so happens that I have Topshop vouchers at hand to spend - wonderful!

Finally, it is one of my daily essentials - the Bare Minerals Original SPF 15 foundation in 'Fairly Light' (I'd say it's more of a powder but we'll leave that to the experts). I have the complexion of a ghost and I've run out of this stuff, just as a colony of spots have decided to set up camp all over my face - I have no luck. This is more of a 'I need right now but alas, have no money' object than one I'm lusting after; I'm definitely desperate for it though and most of you will have probably stopped reading already or not read this post at all anyways, so I gave it the finishing spot (if any of you are still reading to this point, do leave me a wee comment, that's always nice!)

So there you have it, my Spring 2014 wishlist

Until next time!

xo

Thursday

6 February 2014
Hellllllo there

We've now reached one of the most infuriating days of the week; yup, it's Thursday!


Almost Friday, but not quite - infuriating, I know. However in a feeble attempt to make your Thursday that little bit more interesting for you, I've got a couple of songs I've been enjoying this week that you might want to take a listen to - or not, the final season of How I Met Your Mother starts tonight: E4, 8:30pm (be there) if that's what you'd prefer (I definitely won't hold it against you).

First off, we have a wee tune from my favourite band - You Me At Six. Their new album just came out and there's some pretty good stuff on there, here's my favourite: Cold Night

Don't worry, if that wasn't quite your thing I've got an acoustic for you; Hurricane by Parachute to be
 precise, I've linked a live version because I was having difficulty finding the studio version, but it's just as good, promise! They're secretly also my favourite too.

I hope your Thursday is wonderful and filled with lovely things; the weekend is in sight, we've got this!

xo


My January Least Favourite

28 January 2014
Well hello there!

It's the 28th of January (sorry, what? I swear it was just Christmas) and the first month of 2014 is coming to a close. January isn't exactly the most joyful of months - rain, grey skies, wet feet and yet more rain, woohoo!

Nothing too exciting has really been happening the past month and whilst many other bloggers out there are bringing you their January favourites, I've decided to take a little spin on this and proudly present you with....

My January LEAST favourite 
(doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, sorry about that)

Now it is no secret that my least favourite of this month is something that I pretty much despise all year round, but this month in particular has taken my hatred to a whole new level. 



Recognise these bad boys? If so, you are probably aware of the hell that seems to be a condition of purchasing one of these little orange beauties. Not got a clue what I'm talking about? Then sit back, grab a cup of tea, get comfy and enjoy!

First of all, I'd like to establish that I use trains every day to get to and from university; yes, I can drive but ain't nobody got time to drive around for a good 15 minutes trying to find a parking space during rush hour and then spend a fortune to stay there for the day. Trains are useful, yes, but they're also quite a pain; here's a rundown of my top 3 train related problems of this month.

1. They have a tendency to be late/cancelled without any word of warning
Rush hour trains are THE worst - if you want to get anywhere on time you better reschedule - got a 9am exam that you can't be late for? Too bad, cause we're going to cancel your train at 5 minutes notice. This has happened to me on countless occasions, the number of times I've had to sprint from the train station to my university with a beaming purple face has become an embarrassingly frequent occurrence.

2. "Sorry, how much?!"
Yup, you've guessed it, the prices are extortionate, and this month they rose further, much to my delight. In all honesty though, as a student, money is tight enough as it is and not all of us are fortunate enough to have part time jobs, so forking out £65+ a month to make a 10 minute journey is a pretty hefty chunk out of our rapidly depleting bank balances, sad face :(

3. I'm pretty positive your bag didn't pay for that seat
If you frequent rush hour trains, you'll be aware that getting on the train and finding a seat for yourself is war - it really is every man for himself. If you've ever been to the January sales, this pretty much mirrors how some people will act when getting on the train - downright crazy. If you are an unfortunate soul who doesn't manage to grab a seat in time and find yourself questioning why exactly you paid a small fortune for a ticket that now entitles you to a nice, swaying, acrobatic performance to keep yourself from falling, bumps and bruises from other commuters and the cold winter breeze creeping in every time someone gets off the station, prepare yourself. There is probably someone who has given their bag a nice seat - these are the worst type of train people. I am 100% certain that you didn't pay a fare for your bag because that's what the overhead storage is for - approach these people with caution, be polite and cheery; they're probably going to throw you some death stares and grunt and groan as they move their bag to make way for you but alas, victory! 99% of commuters on early morning trains want nothing to do with one another, keep all human contact to an absolute minimum and only make eye contact if necessary, they all look a bit grumpy but hey, it's 8am, we aren't all exactly at our best. At the end of the day, the people on the trains will irritate you but once you've claimed a seat as your own, you've made your own little victory in itself.

So there you have it, in all its crazy, expensive joy - my January least favourite. I understand this has been one massive rant/moan but hey, think of it as me giving you a little street knowledge and an insight into a day in my life, that's what this whole blogging thing is about anyway, isn't it?

Until next time!

xo


Reflective Monday

13 January 2014


I can't lie, recently I've been feeling a little down in relation to my future - I don't really know where I'm headed and that's been stressing me out. I'm the kind of person who plans things out, who knows what's happening when, but I guess when it comes to my future, I can't really be sure.

Today I started back at university for the second semester of this year, studying physiology, and to be honest, the previous semester had made me miserable; the work load was overwhelming, I had deadlines constantly and what with working part time, I was struggling to find the time of day to sit down and actually get on with what I needed to do. I felt like I had no time to myself and was trapped in a vicious circle of lectures, assignments, studying and work - it was never ending. Yes, I understand that all students go through the same thing; huge workloads and late nights but I had really lost all passion for the subject that I was studying and it was becoming more and more of a chore. It was getting to the stage that I was considering leaving university all together. I guess I questioned, and I am still currently questioning whether university is for me, it's not all that I thought it would be but I guess it's all a matter of personal experience.

This morning though, as my alarm started blaring at 7am, I prepared myself for yet another Monday, when I came across this


I really do love this, I realised that I just need to stop stressing and worrying about everything,  try keep things simple and everything will fall into place. I'm a great believer in that everything happens for a reason, and whilst I may not currently be happy with university and my work situation, I am surrounded by some wonderful people who really do make me happy (you know who you are) and are able to bring the positives into any situation. I guess I just need to look on the positive side more often; I might not be as happy as I can be but its a new year, a new beginning and the chance to start afresh; the chance to start exploring different possibilities and options in my life - to find what it is that makes me happy. Then I'm set.

I know that things are difficult for just now but I just have to keep telling myself that in the long run, everything will be worthwhile. I have a vague idea of where I'd like to be in the future, all I can do is work for it, that's all we can ever do.

Here's to 2014, and beating the Monday blues!

xo