I literally wait all week for it to be the weekend and when it’s here, it’s over in a flash. How is it already Sunday?! It was only Friday like 5hours ago, in my head anyway. It occurred to me the other day just how quickly time flies by. This time last year I was finishing Uni, handing in my dissertation and scaring myself shitless for what I was going to do with the rest of my life. It’s so strange to think that that was 365 days ago, a year since I haven’t seen certain people, and in that time so much has happened too. Odd.
I had a few hectic days at work, everything is so fast paced that I become a little frazzled at times. Literally the simplest thing nowadays can make me anxious, like attempting to put down an ironing board on a shoot. I know, ridiculous. I just build things up in my head and put too much pressure on myself to do things right, that it totally backfires and I freak myself out. Welcome to Panicville, population: 1.
Got to witness my first lookbook shoot on Friday. Was a really busy day but great to see everything happen right in front of me. However, the stunning, skinny Romanian model who nailed every single shot made me question what the hell I even am. There I was with my gawky glasses on, my hair tied up in a messy top knot with a lack of make-up on, consistently rearranging my jeans that had shrunk and repositioning the slouch jumper that kept falling off my shoulders. Such a catastrophe. I tell you working around perfect people like that is enough to give you a serious complex for life.
Was strolling around work looking like a beetroot all week, managed to completely fry myself in the sun resulting in a lovely red face and chest. I now have the worst tan-lines EVER. Get me some fake bake. I know I mentioned in my last post the things I have learnt whilst roaming about London, well I thought I’d mention a few more horrors I’ve witnessed on the tube. I’m not sure what it is about people running to catch the tube when the whistle has clearly been blown and the doors are already shutting. Why risk getting yourself trapped in them? I for one, used to have a recurring nightmare that I’d get trapped in them so maybe I’m just more cautious, but still…Anyway, I got the pleasure of witnessing a complete doughnut running for the doors of my tube. He came sprinting out of nowhere and launched himself right towards me, to which I took a step back. He did make it just in time before the doors shut and looked extremely smug about it. (This is where the best bit happens.) That smile was soon wiped swiftly off his face as the doors shut on his serious fro and he let out the girliest screech I’ve ever heard. And I knew in that moment I wasn’t going to be able to contain myself, I let out that raucous laugh that should NEVER be heard in public, caught the eye of a fellow commuter who also witnessed it and both just incessantly laughed the rest of the journey. Poor bloke. Serves him right though, wasn’t worth risking the fro was it?!
The other day, I took it upon myself to be a kind and generous commuter to the guy sitting on my left. It was a pretty packed tube and he was quite a big guy so I felt a bit bad when he dropped an item on the floor. At this point, I didn’t know what fell. However, I saw it happen out the corner of my eye and proceeded to pick it up, which I instantly regretted. There in my hand was his absolutely horrendous ear plug cover congealed in UTTER SHITE. He kindly said “thank you, you’re so kind”, followed by “oh, that’s disgusting.” Yes, it blimmin’ was you dirty bugger. I wanted to throw it at his face in that moment and really prayed for hand sanitizer. For those that know me well, can only imagine my contorted face and heaving reaction. I will not be so kind next time…
Meaning: “Proverbial question, querying the ability of any person or creature to change its innate being.”
(I will warn you, I will get carried away with this post and no doubt go slightly off topic, mainly about the idiotic species of men we’re dealing with)
So, can a leopard ever change its spots?
I am obviously not referring to the animal in this case, but of course the type of creatures we like to call “men“.
Undoubtedly a question that has passed many, many lips over the years, and sure to continue doing so in years to come. A question I myself, have asked many a time, one that frustrates the living daylight out of me, and one that will never truly produce a solid answer. People can speculate and debate the answer continuously and never get any closer to finding a reliable source.
As young girls we are brought up to believe in the love that exists in fairytales. The type of love where somehow, some day, we’ll be swept off our feet by the perfect guy and live happily ever after. A great version of love to believe in, but an astounding false representation from today’s reality. I mean look at the men we’ve got to deal with.
I like to break them down into two categories: ‘boys’ and ‘lads’. The term ‘men’ doesn’t even come into the picture.
Boys: The young guys who haven’t quite hit puberty yet. Love isn’t really on their radar and their biggest worry is wondering where their first spurt of stubble is. Then there are the middle age guys, you know the ones with the slightly receding hairlines and the dad dancing moves. The ones that are happily married or in relationships, yet are living with the “Peter Pan Syndrome”, the ones who never want to grow up.
Lads: The guys that can’t keep it in their pants. “Get on, get in, get out” is probably the best way to describe their relationships with girls. The guys that think it’s acceptable to grab your ass as you walk by, or make a crude comment. The ones that have the lamest chat up lines possibly known and go out with one aim in mind: to “bang”.
I’d like to think at some point they eventually grow out of it, but really there isn’t a hope in hell for romance these days. It’s all about sex and scandal. Everywhere I turn, there is some kind of relationship deprecation or affair occurring. Magazines are splashed with celebrity break-ups and divorces, and reality TV shows are just a one way ticket to promoting lad culture at its worst. Is it any wonder that romance and happy relationships are becoming a thing of the past and cheating is becoming the more popular thing to do?
What I don’t understand is regardless of age or scenario, if someone intends to cheat then do the honourable thing and break it off with the person they’re with. Why cause the heartache of bringing a third person into the picture when you can nip it in the bud right away and diminish any further pain? Why drag it out any longer than needs be?
When someone cheats on you, how can you ever trust that person again? You gave yourself to them wholeheartedly, they were your soul-mate, your other half, your best friend and they’ve thrown that all back in your face. And for what? A small dalliance with someone who paid them a little bit of attention and affection to their selfish ego-driven self. Seriously? Grow up. No matter how anyone tries to justify cheating, it CAN’T be justified, they LIED and in the process made a mockery of the person they were with. Could you ever take that person back knowing full well that they’d lied, cheated, broke any sense of loyalty and trust that they had with you? Could you ever look that person in the eye and not feel the excruciating pain they caused you? Personally, I don’t think it’s possible. Nor do I think someone can change.
In my eyes, a cheater will always be a cheater. Nothing will ever change that. It’s a mistake or a choice made that will forever cling, haunt and remain with that person. They will never be the same person you fell in love with, at the end of the day they screwed you over and should lose the privilege of ever being with you. They don’t deserve a second chance because they lost any right to that when they jumped into bed with someone else.
Sure some guys genuinely may have made a mistake and will forever try to make it up to you, but if the inclination was there in the first place, what’s to say it won’t creep up again at some point? If you take their “changed” self back, they will to some extent forever remain a shadow of the once perfect man you fell in love with.
(For all the women that have made numerous excuses for the men that they love, if they want to be with you, and it’s meant to be, they’ll be with you. You are worth it and deserve the very best, don’t settle for anything less. Sometimes setting them free is the only way to save yourself.)
I’ve been desperately trying to stay as healthy as possible this year, cutting down on carbs, alcohol and junk food. For the most part its been going well, minus the odd treat/binge day. There is no denying we all need those days at some point.
Thanks to a smoothie recipe my dad swore by last year during a 12 week fitness program, I’ve been supplementing a few meals for fruit smoothies. They taste amazing. Don’t judge one of the questionable ingredients before you’ve actually tried it…
1 whole banana
a handful of blueberries
a handful of raspberries
2 tablespoons of cubed tinned pineapple (in own juice)
1/2 cup of Tropicana apple juice
1 1/2 tablespoons of low fat cottage cheese (don’t judge it!)
It’s not the most appealing image to look at but, blended altogether it tastes mighty fine. And you can’t taste the cheese, promise!
The fruit acts as the carb, and the cottage cheese acts as the protein, both slowly releasing energy throughout the day. It might not seem like the most filling of meals, but it does keep you full for a good few hours. You can experiment with the ingredients too, sometimes I just use pineapple and no blueberries/raspberries. Other days, I’ll add strawberries in too. Whatever you fancy.
If you like fruit and are searching for a tasty meal supplement, give it a go! You won’t be disappointed!
For today let’s just call it “Talon Tuesday”…
On second thoughts the word talon makes me shudder, so perhaps not the best word to use in this case.
Anyway, I was running around like a headless chicken yesterday fretting over a phone interview I had for a PR internship. I therefore had no time to sit and paint my nails, as nice a distraction that would’ve been, I would’ve only stressed myself more. (In case you hadn’t noticed, I worry and stress a lot…)
I wanted to keep things simple today so only coloured the tips of my nails in a dark purple. I literally swear by the colour, I love it! There may be a slight smudge as I was mildly distracted by my incessant meowing cat. Thank you Pebbles.
Topcoat: 2true Nail Care Longwearing Topcoat
The colour stays on for ages, I’d say at least 5days and would definitely recommend it. The topcoat also gives a lovely glossy finish and dries instantly. Perfect for no fuss nails!
I also picked up my new Rayban glasses today, it slightly worries me how crap my eyesight has become. You know the girl in the Specsavers ad running up to the wrong guy? Well, that’s pretty much me. I can’t see things in the distance and peoples faces have become a blur. So, if you do so happen to see me and wave, I’m not being rude and ignoring you, chances are I just haven’t seen you. I was channelling “geek chic”, however I just look a bit like the crazy frog in them:
It’s official, I’m living in the house that Jack built. Literally everything in the house has been going wrong for the last week or so. Currently having a new en-suite fitted which is pretty much finished and it looks SO good, but it seems to have caused calamity and chaos in the process (maybe a slight exaggeration).
Problemo no 1: The door bell was ringing non-stop, neighbours washing machines had stopped-thanks to the wonders of an old system that links our water tanks with theirs. We’d turned the water off you see, to fix the shower to the wall not realising the knock-on effect it had with everyone else. The bath was filled with 4 saucepans and a kettle that night…
Problemo no 2: Discovered the toilets weren’t flushing, and there was no hot water running. The one day I had organised plans for and BOOM I’m a greasy haired state with a serious desire to wash my hair and a bladder so full, I looked pregnant. I figured I’d go for the next best option and settle for my dry shampoo, the ultimate saviour. But oh no, cue problemo no 3…
Problemo no 3: The dry shampoo had been laid down on its side and felt oddly light when I picked it up. Didn’t realise that if the canister isn’t upright the shampoo inside pretty much disintegrates. Thought I’d give it a go only to discover that it came out like spray paint. Not only did I have ridiculously white hair, I was channelling Cruella Deville, 2013 edition. By this point, I wanted to cry.
Problemo no 4: The shower wasn’t even turning on, no water, no immersion noise, no nothing. Great.
Problemo no 5: My flippin’ hair-dryer blew, mid hair-dry. To say I was pissed was an understatement! It may have got thrown across the room…
Problemo no 6: The icing on the cake- the water pump has blown which would explain the non-existent shower water.
It’s okay though, my poor dad got the brunt of it- a cross between hysterical crying and laughter down the phone. At the time when it all happened, it felt like the end of the world. When re-iterating it out loud to someone else, it was actually quite comical. Has anyone else had a day like that where it just gets too much for you and you breakdown? Then looking back, it sounds so ridiculous you have to laugh at yourself.
I always knew that annoying 13 at the end of 2013 was going to bite me in the ass.
I’ve noticed #ManicureMonday trending for some time now on Twitter and its encouraged me to blog about the latest innovative nail trends. From today onwards, every Monday will be dedicated to manicures-from different colours, designs, and nail wraps that you can try out for yourselves. If you’re anything like me, you’ll hate having bare nails so like to experiment with pattern and colour. It has become quite the obsession for me. In the mean time, here are some I’ve already tried out:
Two Tone Tips
Red Nails & Floral Nail Wrap- Primark
Purple & Blue Polka Dot Tips
Multi-coloured Leopard Print Nail Wraps- Walmart
Blue Zebra Print Nail Wraps- New Look
Multi-coloured Caviar Nails- Beads from Primark
I’m definitely no nail expert and I have a seriously shaky hand but I’ll give anything a go! Hope you find them useful!
As you’re aware, I’m powering through the 30day squat challenge and although I haven’t quite got buns of steel yet, I am starting to feel a difference. Day 7, 390 squats down and a whole lot more to go! Seriously starting to feel the burn though…
I also had my horrendous roots re-hi-lighted and now have slightly shorter and blonder hair! The upkeep of staying blonde is a complete nightmare sometimes, a pricey one at that!
Hope you had a lovely weekend.
I like big butts and I cannot lie… It’s true, I do. Not in a pervy “oioi” way, but in a “oh my god, I want mine to look like that” kinda way. It’s undeniable that a good butt is hard to go unnoticed by anyone. Look at J-lo, Beyonce and Kim K for example, other than their talents (although I’m still not quite sure what Kim is actually famous for, someone please enlighten me), what are they all known for?
I rest my case. Guys want to be with a girl with some serious junk in her trunk, and girls well, just want to have a killer body that’ll give Kelly Brook a run for her money. Don’t get me wrong, I know a butt isn’t the be all and end all, but surely it’s a pretty good asset to aim for?
I hereby challenge myself to the 30 day squat challenge, can’t be too hard right? Although looking at day 30 does makes me die a bit inside. 250 squats?! I’ll be lucky if I can bust out the first 10. I’d say I’ll post my progress on here, but I’m not really feeling uploading pictures of my derrière. I’ll just give you a heads up if it actually works! Then again, I may be so impressed with the results I’ll be booty tooching all over the place!
Anyway, here’s to a bodacious, bootilicious, badonkadonk.