So I realise I haven’t blogged in a while and there is a reason for that! I had a job – a job writing news pieces for a news website in London, and I’ve just found out that the entire team of writers has been fired because the company went bust and wasn’t making money.
If I’m being totally honest, I’m not that shocked; I knew it was risky going into a start up company with absolutely no fall back option, but at the time I didn’t think of that – I had a job! The pay was awful but the experience was all that mattered, and I have nothing.
It is day five of my lovely week away in sunny Goa – and it has been sweltering hot and I have melted and burnt. At one point I was so hot, I was actually singing the Frozen soundtrack in a wild attempt to cool down! (That’s not even a lie, I spent an entire day singing Let It Go to myself…)
Monday had me celebrate my 21st birthday, and it was glorious. The weekend just before my birthday was spent in Brighton with three of my girls, who are frankly just like my sisters. It was amazing. We all got ready together in the hotel room, and then strutted out in our heels after having drunk a lot of Ciroc.
I think the reason I loved the whole night so much was because of the makeup I was wearing. I felt like a Queen, dressed all in black with my thick black eye makeup and bright red lips!
Reading festival is my festival. It was the first festival I attended, for the day, in 2010. It was the first festival I camped at for the weekend in 2012. And since then, I’ve gone every year. I’ve done the camping thing, I’ve done the day thing, I’ve done the toilets, the food and the “where the ever loving HELL is my tent?!”
I love Reading. The acts are always incredible, I’ve made so many memories there, and the happiest moments of my entire life have been spent there. But I will not go back next year.
I’ve been “blessed” with having naturally ridiculously curly hair. It’s not even the nice curly – it’s that annoying “curly frizz now with extra frizz” kind of curly, which if you have it you know is a bitch to maintain.
When I leave it natural, my hair kind of takes the weird shape of a rounded triangle. It just gets wider and wider as it gets frizzier and frizzier towards the ends of my hair. I resort to straightening my hair to within an inch of it’s life (and then cry about split ends) just to make sure it’s easier to handle, look after, and make me look acceptable when out in public.
So many people will hear that my hair is curly and respond with “oh my god you’re so lucky, I’d love to have curly hair!”
No, no, no. You do not know the gamble, the risk, the heartache that comes with having naturally curly hair. It is a royal pain in the arse!
We’ve all seen the ridiculous show Catfish, and so many people watch it thinking, “how the hell can anyone get sucked into this?!”
I know I do.
I don’t completely understand how people can meet someone online and share so much of themselves. I also don’t understand how people can actually catfish other people, manipulating them and playing on their vulnerabilities. That’s as low as someone can get, in my opinion.
Watching the show, you can’t imagine something like that happening to one of your nearest and dearest’s.
Well, I’m here to quickly share a story with you, which includes three friends, a catfish, two bottles of wine, and a lot of drunken screaming.
Everyone loves Friends. Everyone. If you don’t then you’re wrong, you’re completely wrong, or something is horrendously wrong with you.
What makes it so amazing, and the secret to any good TV show, is that the characters and the chemistry between them is so real. I can see a little bit of myself in every character. I’m kind of like a mother figure to some of my friends (Harry, for example. If I hadn’t looked after him when he drank too much at Reading, no one would have), much like Monica. A lot of the time my friends don’t fully understand what I’m trying to say, a bit like Phoebe. I find mundane scientific facts fascinating where everyone else finds them boring, which is the Ross side of me at an all time high. I know exactly what I want to do with my life and I’m trying my absolute hardest to get it, just like Rachel. Sometimes I need a bit of looking after because I can be a bit childish and lost – Joey.
But the character I relate to the absolute most is Chandler. Straight up.
As it is nearing the end of exam season, and as one of my very good friends is becoming increasingly convinced that every exam board is out to get her, I’m going to explain to you kids my thoughts on the education system, and how my general views towards it is just a bit.. well… downright fucking negative.
If you’re aged 20 or over, are single and unemployed, it can feel like the world is out to get you and that your life totally sucks on some days. Especially when all your childhood friends are in relationships, are engaged, or even popping out kids, while you’re sat there debating on whether to start re-watching Heroes or How I Met Your Mother, whilst watching re-runs of Friends.