Catching Up: A Brief History of My Past 2 Years

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high five to anyone who saw that title and thought of Bill Bryson’s ‘A Brief History of Everything’ by the way, that’s what I was going for

So you may or may not have noticed but my blogging’s been pretty sporadic for the past two years. I left school and went to college to do the International Baccalaureate (hereafter to be referred to as IB, aka a very stressful experience that is ‘a fancy euphemism for hell’ according to the highly reliable Urban Dictionary). Just for a little more, absolutely not dramatized, context:

The small cult-like group of students who are involved in the International Baccalaureate program. Laugh at the bags under their eyes and insane amount of homework now, but your sorry ass will be working for one of these guys in the near future. The near future for an IB kid is not so near, though. Having several hours worth of homework doesn’t exactly make the time fly. Because of this, they have extensive knowledge about useless topics, for example :Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of long words. 

– Urban Dictionary

I highly recommend you look up the rest of the Urban Dictionary entries for IB if you want a better idea of what it is, it’s scarily accurate

So yeah, been pretty busy lately and my writing and this blog just kinda fell by the wayside. Eventually it felt like too long to just pick it up again and I didn’t really know what to say, but now I’m giving it another go (so apologies in advance for any incoherent rambles while I get my blogging head back!).

What else has happened in the last two years?

Aside from college and everything new and exciting associated with that, I’ve…

  • Gone to Seville, Spain
  • Visited New York
  • Played at the Montreux Jazz Festival for the second time
  • Played at the Vienne Jazz Festival (France) for the first time
  • Left the jazz orchestra I played at those festivals with
  • Lost contact with a number of friends
  • Made a load of new friends
  • Been in a nearly two-year relationship
  • Come out of the end of that relationship trying to fill my time (any idea why I’ve restarted blogging yet?!)
  • Experience two lots of heavy snow in the south of England, in March
  • Booked a holiday to Seville for the end of my exams (yay!)
  • Slowly begun my transition to a creative, arty type who wears lots of floaty clothes and tassel earrings
  • Probably done a lot more things that I now can’t remember

So yeah, been pretty busy! I’m not really sure what way I’m going to revive this blog, but I’m hoping to kinda stick with my old mix of music and books and films and general life stuff, as well as maybe a bit of stuff about the IB/coping with college in general?

We shall see! What’s everyone else been up to in the last two years (oops…)

I’m Freaking Out: An Update

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After all the many seriously lovely comments on one of my recent posts about my college-joining nerves, I thought I owed you all an update, now that I’ve done my two days of induction and two days of lessons too.

Looking on the bright side to start with, overall college is great. So far I’m enjoying the courses I’ve started already (except Environmental Systems & Societies…the teacher isn’t great and I’m thinking about swapping to Biology), the work generally seems doable, I’m *beginning* to make friends and get to know people (the IB cohort is only 50 people so you get to recognise people pretty quickly, even in a multi-building college of 4000 people) and my tutor’s really nice. Plus, where else can you get 80p tea and £1 sausage rolls? (probably quite a lot of places, shhh.)  Altogether I don’t think I regret my decision to go to college, which is always a good start!

But…probably naturally, it’s all slightly terrifying and I miss all my friends and my old school so, so much. I miss knowing everyone’s names and knowing the teachers and the teachers knowing me and knowing how stuff works and where to go and everything like that. I just miss the familiarity, the routineness and even the people who I was never really friends with but who were just part of the scenery until suddenly, in the space of a day, they’re not.

I am starting to get to know people, but I’m stuck in that awkward limbo where you’re trying to figure out who you’re drifting away from and who you want to stay in touch with, and you can’t call someone you’ve known for max four days a friend just yet. Add to that the stress of finalising my course choices, a residential to London with a bunch of people I’ve met exactly once next week, all the catch up work from that and the impending doom and stress of ‘when will the mountain of work we’re supposed to get hit’, coupled with all the extra elements of IB like CAS (shoutout to my new photography/writing blog for my creative section), nerves over starting college enrichment next week and general September back-to-school blues and you can probably imagine just how cheery I’m feeling at the moment.

I get that all this is normal – I’ve barely been there properly for two days, I can’t exactly expect to be settled in already – but, and I think it’s especially because I wasn’t forced to leave school, most of my friends left and I actually quite liked it, it’s still making me feel pretty shitty at the moment. I can cope OK during the day, but two days in a row now I’ve had mini meltdowns after college (at least I’m getting into a routine – get home, talk about how great day was (and it genuinely normally is), deny anythings wrong, do homework, freak out, bulk eat chocolate or other sugary substance, hide in cushion fort with duvet and blanket). I know it wouldn’t be the same if I was at school because two of my close friends also left, and the thought of doing A-Levels (my school doesn’t offer IB) makes my stomach feel vaguely sick and fluttery and anxious and panicky, but it’s still not easy.

So yeah, there’s a bit of an update. Not the cheeriest, but accurate. And I know things will get easier, probably even by the end of this week, but until then, things are feeling a little bit bleh. But I promise to update you again sometime, hopefully when I’m feeling a little more settled!

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Since I’ve Been Gone


I realised last night that its been a long time since I wrote anything other than a list or a bunch of photos, so waking up this morning to the sound of rain and nothing other than an unspecified number of hungover teenagers to deal with (results day…) I decided to postpone getting up for a while longer and have a go at writing something a bit different and a bit more chatty. After all, I was absent from here for about two months, and a lot happened in that time…but for now, I’m back. (try and stifle the depressed groans, pls)

I went to Cornwall with my best friend, which was one of the best trips to Cornwall I’ve ever had…a personal photographer and Disney fan made everything better, and who wouldn’t want to spend three days straight with their best friend when they haven’t seen them in a few weeks?

Straight after Cornwall, I headed to Holland for a week to have a look at universities in Rotterdam, Groningen and Maastricht. I still don’t know if I want to study in Holland or if I can even do the subject I want at a place I like but I know that I still love Holland, especially Rotterdam and Maastricht.

After Holland I had a few breather days where I did my first shift at one of my new jobs (I was so terrified before I genuinely thought I was going to throw up but it went alright in the end)(mainly because there was a lot of free food). I also caught the train down to Plymouth to stay other with two of my best friends and go swimming in the absolutely freezing Tinside Lido. Only in Britain would you willingly freeze to death in a bikini because it’s above 15 degrees and not raining…(yet).

Then I headed to Scotland with my sister to spend five days in Edinburgh with my godparents, which was really fun (and no murder or even too much violence occurred, you can tell my sister and I are getting closer to being responsible adults!), and although apparently my mum requested we were introduced to Prosecco, we were more interested in Pokemon Go. (Heads up, Edinburgh Zoo has an insane amount of Pokestops)

I still didn’t relax after Scotland – within two hours of landing, I was on the train to the beach with friends, then ended up having a sleepover where I was forced into watching a horror movie. SO MUCH STRESS IT WAS SO NOT FUN. (but on the bright side I made a deal that if my boyfriend made me watch a horror movie I could make him watch Frozen. He’s now convinced Olaf is massively depressed and suicidal and has a fully developed theory for how Elsa can take over the world. Alrighty.)

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So apparently this really cute bit just illustrates Olaf’s suicidal tendencies? (via)

I’ve also, in my incredibly exciting summer, made it onto season 2 of 90210 on Netflix without realising it, and finished series 1 of Prison Break. Now to start Making A Murderer

Oh, and I spent a couple of days in Exmouth with friends and met another for lunch at Pizza Express, which was all fun but is making me more and more nervous about leaving the in September. I’m so looking forward to college but it’s hard to deal with the idea that argh I’m not going to have lessons or spend half my day with these people I’ve been chucked together with for seven years but instead I have to make new friends which is terrifying. If this is my last post on here just assume I turned into a weird jelly Thing of Fear. (alternatively I just got really lazy and unmotivated again, that’s probably more likely).

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me when I think about leaving school (via)

Oh, and in the most important news of this whole post, I made rocky road last night, in order to defend my title as Rocky Road Goddess. Some people have never tried mine and don’t believe it is absolutely the best, so I’m going to prove them wrong. Rocky road is my signature dish and I am the best at it. End of. I’m also very modest about my baking abilities, if you hadn’t noticed.

Things GCSEs Taught Me

I had my last day at school yesterday, before going on study leave, doing my GCSEs and then college in September. It was quite emotional, but today’s almost been worse – the realisation that I’m never going to have a lesson with these people again has kinda been hitting me incrementally all day and triggering mini bouts of sobbing each time, yay. At least it livens up revision a bit…

Anyway, I thought I’d commemorate the occasion with making a lil’ list of all the most important things GCSEs have taught me over the last two years…

  • You can try as many times as you like, but there are some things you’ll just give up ever understanding and just learn the precise words to regurgitate in the exam. For me, that’s transformers, generators and motors. I’VE TRIED SO MANY TIMES BUT I JUST CAN’T GET THEM AND IT’S SERIOUSLY BUGGING ME NOW.
  • You can probably get away in some exams with just learning the revision guide. At least, this is what I’ve been told I can do for music by people in the year above so I’m hoping they’re right because I’m kinda relying on that to pass…
  • Talking of music, that’s the subject to pick for the best student perks. There’s cake rotas, the occasional cup of tea in lessons, the added benefit of the teachers being cool with you nicking the hot water from the kitchen for your Pot Noodle on concert nights, the only student computers in the school with access to YouTube and Spotify installed, the ability to spend lunchtimes in the music block without feeling awkwardly out of place because you belong to the *music squad*…it’s truly great.
  • On the subject of music, music teachers are definitely the most quotable and music lessons definitely have the best *banter*…for example, “let’s go bang a piano”, “leave a finger space”, “what begins with ‘d’ and ends with ‘ick’? Diatonic!” (though that’s more of a verbal one to be honest), the time my (colour blind) composition teacher put on the board a colour blindness test that spelled our ‘f*** the colour blind’ but couldn’t read it and wondered why we all went quiet, and the time a boy in my class tried using an online song name generator to name his GCSE pop song and came up with such gems as ‘Greasy Grace’ (which led to the brilliant message on my leavers’ shirt, ‘stay forever greasy, my Grace’) and ‘Unforgettable/Inflatable Drag Queen’.
  • There gets to be a point when High School Musical goes from being cringey and awful to the film you make your form teacher play songs from every morning, prompting group singalong and dancing in the classroom. Seriously, on Tuesday We’re All In This Together almost made me cry (THE CHOREOGRAPHY THOUGH) and on my last day Gotta Go My Own Way got me seriously emotional.
  • Even if you aren’t really friends with the people in your form group, after two years a certain kind of bond forms between you. The kinda bond that makes you happy to sing along to HSM with them and club together to buy your form teacher a year’s adoption of an orangutan from the local zoo as a leaving present.
  • Teachers being nice when you leave is the sweetest thing ever. Our geography teacher said we were her favourite group and gave us specially sharpened pencils with string taped to the top for our geography exam, our biology teacher gave us food and biology pencils with fish on, our English teacher gave us a lot of cake, our form teacher (who we all thought semi-hated our class) gave us food and a sweet thank-you card each, our maths teacher let us watch Tangled and gave us cupcakes and our physics teacher nearly teared up when the boys presented him with a turnip (because if you’ve done something stupid, he’ll call you a turnip).
  • People in the year above are nowhere near as scary and intimidating as they seem (well, most of them aren’t). Some of them can even end up becoming pretty great friends…for example, my friend who’s sarcasm levels almost match mine, and the one who’s laugh is so *interesting* it’s become a legend in the music block…
  • Some boys are actually OK to talk to. Some of them even have decent taste in music and books and can become friends.
  • The older you get, the more you wonder why you even bothered turning up to lessons in year seven, let alone revising for exams…
  • Sorry to end this on a soppy note, but I had to say…I have some truly fab friends, some of whom I’ve known for seven years, and some of whom I’ve known for three. My best friend gave me a leaving present and card which nearly made me cry, and they bought me and my other two friends who are leaving a (delicious) chocolate cake and put our initials on it in Skittles. I’m going to miss them so much, every time I look at what they wrote on my leavers’ shirt I tear up…especially now, as I have You Are The Music In Me playing in the background. I think I may be cultivating a slightly unhealthy HSM obsession…
  • Talking of leavers’ shirts, I think I’ve discovered the secret to universal popularity…

 

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Why You Should Focus On The People Who Matter (+ Figuring Out A Few Things)

This post feels kinda awkward/cliché/cringey/weird to write, especially as I have so many other posts I need to get written, but it feels like this post has been trying to literally jump out of my head for the last few days, so I feel like I should stop mentally writing it and just get it out here. Sorry in advance if it sounds awks/embarrassing but just bear with me…

Right, OK. Here goes.

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In the last few days I feel like I’ve reached  some kind of conclusion or turning point. It feels like something’s happened, though I’m not quite sure what. On Sunday I had the best evening I’ve had in a long time, going to Nando’s for a pre-birthday dinner with my best friend and then watching the new Miles Davis biopic, Miles Ahead (through which I discovered I share a birthday with the one and only Miles Davis. We’re like twins born approximately 74 years apart. It’s a sign, I was clearly meant to play trumpet…) and then having a mini High School Musical karaoke session on the way home. Good times. My point is, it feels like a long time since I’ve enjoyed something that much. I just felt mostly unselfconscious, and happy, and not like I was trying to live up to a bunch of expectations or pretend I knew all seven or however many jazz modes, or trying to play down the nerd reputation I feel like I sometimes have at school or just be anyone other than the music obsessed, bookworm blogger that I feel like I am at my core. So yeah, that was one thing that just put me into a really great mood.

#friendshipgoals

As well as that, I read an article by TV/radio presenter and now actress Jameela Jamil, about taking advantage of and putting ourselves forward for as many opportunities as possible. I guess the article wasn’t really telling me anything I didn’t already know, but somehow it felt different to hear it from a celebrity, for someone that well accomplished to say that it’s OK to fail, that if you never take advantages of some opportunities then yes, you could escape failure and embarrassment, but you could also miss so many great experiences. Something about reading that just cemented in my mind what I think I already knew deep down, that unless I don’t have some massive change of heart between now and September, I’m leaving school and going to college next year, which means I have approximately one week of school left.

(not gonna lie, that makes me terrified. And I fully expect I’ll come home when we finish for study leave and cry and freak out. But hopefully I’ll have consumed enough last day cake to soften the blow and the thought of trying something new will be enough to keep me feeling positive about next year.)

Nando’s cheesecake? Well, I’m never gonna say no to cake…

Also, I played trumpet yesterday. Like properly, not just a cursory play through some scales and lip slurs and the piece I’m doing in my lesson that week, but digging out all my old books and just playing for the sheer joy of it. It’s the first time I’ve done that for a while and it was great. I don’t know if I just felt especially inspired after watching Miles Ahead, but I just felt the urge to play and so I did. It was great. I forgot how brilliant it is to play just for fun, until my lip’s gone and it hurts and I’m tired and my right shoulder’s cramped up (pretty sure that’s not a good thing, but I’ll just put it down as me getting too involved in the music…)

  And there’s one more thing. This is a bit random, and here’s where the cringiness comes in, but I’ll say it anyway. I think I’ve finally realised that, to an extent, I should do what I want to do and what I deserve. I’m not sure that really makes sense, but what I’m trying to say is that I shouldn’t stop myself from doing something because of what I’m scared other people will think. I should wear what I want, and try not to be too self-conscious, except, y’know, within reason. I should enjoy having the fab friends that I know I have, and just forget about the people where everything is full of drama or barbed comments, because they’re not worth me wasting my time on. I should stop focusing on the people that I feel only talk to me when it suits them or the people that I’m never quite sure where I stand with, and spend time focusing on and talking to the people that want to be friends with me, that start conversations, that are interested in what I have to say and care about what I’m doing. People that I know will stick with me through the hard times, or at the very least won’t drop me as soon as someone more interesting comes along like I’d drop a maths textbook the second the exam’s over. That doesn’t mean I have to ignore or shut anyone else out. It just means I’m not going to waste time and energy on people who, in the end, I’m unlikely to still be in contact with in three years’ time. Instead, I’ll invest that time in the people who matter or are interested.

So I’m absolutely not saying drop all your friends because you think you’re above them or accuse people of not being invested enough in your friendship, but if there’s someone who seems like more trouble than their friendship is worth, maybe reevaluate your approach. Remember that it’s so much more worthwhile to spend the time you’d normally spend arguing with them or stressing over something they did (or didn’t) say or do cultivating a friendship with the people who matter.

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Being A Wobbly People Pole

(nope, this post is not about pole dancing. Sorry. Or you’re welcome? Idk which you’d prefer…)

“Maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people,” I say. “Maybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time.”

“Each new self standing on the last one’s shoulders until we’re these wobbly people poles?”

– Jandy Nelson, I’ll Give You The Sun

I feel like I have a fair few different personalities. Like I’m a wobbly people pole, but not only of different personalities replacing each other but different personalities coexisting together. Kinda like those mechanical colouring pencils where you can change which colour crayon you’re using each time, I feel like my personality switches around depending on who I’m with. With some friends, I’m relatively quiet, contained, kinda serious, studious. With another I’m like that but with more laughter and happiness. With another I’m full out hyper and happy and bouncy and bubbly and way more confident, though less so when other people appear as well. With yet another I can rave about music and books, and with another I discuss The Mortal Instruments and fangirl over OMG MORE CASSANDRA CLARE BOOKS YES PLEASE. With one the sarcasm comes out at full force, often unintended, and with another I talk about music as well, but jazz this time.

I feel like I maybe have two friends that I’m the most me version of me with, when I can talk about all kinds of music and books and blogging and Instagram accounts that are basically works of art and the best fanfictions ever and food and accidentally Tumblr things and the stresses of life and just everything and be sarcastic and confident and happy and the most real me I can be.

Then there are my internet, blog friends like Eve who I can (and have) fangirled for hours about Lauren Aquilina and Snarky Puppy with and Elm who has some awesome book recommendations and is good for freaking out about OH FLIP GCSES with and Elly and Michelle and the rest of the blog squad that I can fangirl with and ask for advice from and generally chat to.

It’s weird how many different sides to me there are, now I think about it. There’s the blogger, the secret blogger who isn’t sure who knows she blogs, the one who loves astronomy and philosophy and thinking about things (and spends half her music lessons discussing exactly that), the Instagram obsessive because I have a fascination with pretty photos, the music addict, the book nerd, the reserved me, the shy me, the sarcastic me, the cheerful and loudish me, the confident me, the fangirl, the one who loves going to concerts and playing in gigs, the one who wants to travel, the food lover (though who am I kidding I always love food)…it’s kinda hard to know which me is the most accurate one. I guess it’s the one where I feel most confident, where I feel like I’m most comfortable around my friends who know me like that and where those friends are the ones I immediately think to tell about important stuff.

Maybe it’s just a natural teenage thing or maybe it’s a whole-life thing, but it’s odd and slightly existential-crisis inducing to think about.

“There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.”

– L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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The Potential Last Time I Freak Out About My Future (ha, nope)

As I’ve mentioned before on here, I’m *strongly considering* leaving school next year to go to the local college. This isn’t a definite decision (and won’t be until after GCSE results, woop *eye roll*) but I am Very Strongly Considering leaving and to put that frankly, it’s terrifying. Unless, of course, I stay at school, in which case all my freaking out will have been for nothing. But y’know. There’s only two weeks (today!) until my first exam, and only about three weeks until study leave starts. AKA THE POTENTIAL END OF ALL MY LESSONS AT SCHOOL FLIPPIDY FLIP FLOP THAT’S SCARY. So yeah. freaking out just a teensy bit.

I keep thinking of the potential last evers.

Potential last ever Founders’ Day. (not that that’s necessarily a bad thing, but I do actually quite like getting to play the fanfare)

Potential last (and first) ever Jazz Concert

Only about 12 more maths lessons.

Only about 3 more composition lessons (and I’m not doing music next year so that really is last ever)

Max three more assemblies. (I’VE HAD MY *POTENTIAL* LAST FINAL ASSEMBLY GUYS)

Potential last CCF (not that I’ll miss that much)

x many chapel services left

x many brass ensemble rehearsals left (potentially) (it’s like two and that’s seriously freaking me out because I’ve been doing that for like six years eek)

x many orchestra rehearsals left (though this all depends on how many I skive tbh)

Potential last field day.

Potential last mufti day.

Potential last lunchtime trip to buy a second lunch because well my friend forgot her lunch anyway and sorry but that ham and cheese pastry thing is too good not to buy and half.

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sticking this in here because nature, calmness, relaxation, yep can always do with a bit of that

IT’S ALL SCARY AND I HATE IT OK. I mean, if I go to college then that’ll be a really good experience of its own, but it’s going to take a while to get used to going from being a big fish in a relatively small pond to a very small fish in a lake, and I’m gonna have to do the whole making friends thing pretty much from scratch, apart from out of school friends I have at the college. And I’m definitely going to try and keep in touch with my school friends but it’s different, y’know? And what about the people I don’t really class as friends but are just used to seeing? Or the people I’ve kinda started being friends with this year but aren’t really good friends with yet? I’m kinda scared to lose the friendships which, yeah, aren’t three, five, seven, years old but which I value anyway. I’m sometimes an awkward person and not always that great at making plans to keep in touch with people or whatever, especially if I’m not really good friends with them, so God knows what’s going to happen in terms of that.

Of course, that won’t be an issue if I stay at school.

(It’s just so bloody typical that the song playing at the moment is Time To Say Goodbye by Lauren Aquilina, isn’t it? Must be a sign…)

Soz about that outburst but ngl this post felt quite cathartic and guess what, I hadn’t even realised I needed the catharsis. Blogging is great.

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March In Photos

The Easter holidays arrived, and with them, lots of chocolate and revision. I reckon my GCSEs are going to be powered by 50% tea and 50% chocolate…

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Lent ended, and with it, my self-imposed ban on (most) social media (hence the 172 seconds of snapchats) and my group decision to give up swearing! Unfortunately, Google lied about what time sunset was…but on the bright side, across me and my friends we raised about £5o for a local cancer charity! (On the not so bright side, that means we swore quite a lot, given it was 20p per swear word)

 

I read lots of brilliant books, managed to restrain myself from buying even more (BUT THEY’RE SO CHEAP ON AMAZON) and took lots of pretty pictures of books.

I visited Hubbox twice in a week and I don’t even regret it. THE FRIES/ONION RINGS/BURGERS/EVERYTHING ARE SO GOOD!

I went prom dress shopping today! The only thing we physically bought were my shoes (which omg are so beautiful I think I’m in love) but we ordered three dresses online for me to then try on in the right colour/size and then choose which one I want. THEY’RE ALL SO NICE THOUGH I HAVE NO CLUE HOW I’M GOING TO CHOOSE.

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I discovered that I have some of the best friends in the world. I’ve already told them this here, but y’know, just in case they didn’t get the memo the first time round. And blog squad people, you lot are pretty awesome too 🙂 ❤ (DMC = Deep and Meaningful Conversation, by the way…).

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And finally, I had my two year blogoversary! I honestly have no idea where two years have gone, but it’s such a nice milestone to reach 🙂


What’s been going on in your life this month?

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Ten Things That Made Me Happy {week four}

This week’s generally been pretty good, but it has had its ups and downs…there’s been the obligatory I-don’t-know-what-I-want-to-do-next-year-everything-I-thought-I-wanted-to-do-I-don’t-know-anymore freak out (but they’re practically routine by now so not an especially big deal), a couple of other indirectly stressful things happening with other people and just the odd things that haven’t gone so smoothly. Plus, Easter holidays = GCSE revision, yay 😒. BUT, depressing and stress-inducing other bits and bobs may be, there’s definitely been at least ten good things from this week. So, without further ado…

TEN THINGS THAT MADE ME HAPPY (5)

1. New Kygo music, + the start of his Cloud Nine tour…

WHICH MY FRIEND AND I ARE GOING TO IN LONDON and there’s less than a month left to wait and omg I’m so excited. Brixton O2 Academy, we’re coming for ya! Also, his new Cloud Nine album is now available to preorder and I discovered that a) there’s a new single from it, Fragile ft. Labrinth (which I love) and b) there’s loads of live recordings of stuff from the album on YouTube, which again, I love. Squeee

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{source} *excitement levels are high*

2. My music lesson went OK

I had my normal trumpet lesson on Wednesday and err, ahem, I probably didn’t do as much practise as I should have *awkwardly shuffles feet* BUT it turned out OK…I mean, my playing was apparently spot on, there was just the small issues of being about three beats behind the piano accompaniment. Whoops. However, my teacher was surprised that I managed to stay in time with myself, if not the piano, so yay for small victories!

3. Meeting up with friends

From the looks of it, I’m going to see more friends than usual this holiday (probs not a good thing, given I’m meant to be revising) – I’m meeting one who I haven’t properly seen in weeks for lunch and shopping on Tuesday (there goes all the money I earnt at work last Friday…), and hoping to meet at least one other for a revision and gossip session (which will consist of probably five minutes of actual revision, but y’know, that’s better than nothing, right?!). So yeah, that’s something to look forward to besides revision.

4. Easter

I say Easter, but what I unashamedly really mean is chocolate. Although weirdly I’ve barely eaten any today. I don’t think there’s an awful lot more to say about this anyway, except that I’ve officially decided Cadbury Mini Eggs are the preserve of the gods and I have no clue how I’m gonna survive when they’re not in the shops anymore. Plus, Easter means hot cross buns and the first proper Sunday roast since Christmas so woop for that.

5. Friends

*Prepare for soppiness* Y’know I mentioned this week’s been a tad stressful? Well, it’s also been brilliant because I’ve discovered how fab my friends are. Their reaction to me feeling shitty is HEY LET ME JOIN A GROUP CHAT WITH PEOPLE I DON’T KNOW TO MAKE MY FRIEND FEEL BETTER. In short, I love them more than my love chocolate and cheesecake and raspberries and pizza  and Haribo Tangfastics combined (even when you’re including chocolate and raspberry cheesecake) and that’s a lot of love. So yeah, basically you know exactly who you are and how fab you are, I owe you a lot and I’m never going to be able to think of tomatoes, ketchup and bowling balls in the same way. Plus because of you lot I’ve been told some of the nicest things ever, so yeah, big hugs to you because you’re awesome.

6. In a kinda similar vein, the blog squad

Because I quit Twitter (amongst other things) for Lent, I hadn’t spoken to these fab people for around forty days, and I really missed them, more than I expected. So yeah, it’s nice to be back in touch with them and to catch up on all the gossip I missed.

7. Down by the river…*breaks into song*

Now that the obligatory musical reference is out of the way…

Yesterday, although it wasn’t planned, I ended up going for a walk by the river with a friend in the rain, which I was kinda surprised by how much I enjoyed. There’s something about being out in the rain out of choice that’s really calming and soothing, and the same goes for just talking about stuff. Plus there were lots of cute dogs around, which made me realise how much I miss having a dog to walk and cuddle and just have. So yeah, if anyone’s looking for someone to give/lend their dog to/someone to walk their dog for them, then hiiiii 👋

8. Reaching 14,000 views

14,000 is a lot, guys. Although I strongly suspect about five of my friends of making up about 7000, still, thank you 🙂

9. Being perfectly in sync with your best friend

Going back to the friends thing, I thought it was worth mentioning the fact that one of my best friends and I know each other so well we both sent each other exactly the same screenshot of a news article at the same time. We’re just that close.

10. This live performance

I’ve been a fan of the 3ème Gauche series of acoustic performances in Paris and I rediscovered this one in my liked videos today and I just love it so much. I like the song anyway, but as a number of the comments point out, what really makes this video brilliant is the sheer passion and love for music that radiates out. It really makes a difference and makes me smile!


 

What’s made your week a good week?

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Some Random Things About Me

 

First things first, I apologise in advance for any mistakes and the potential lack of images in here, because my laptop’s being irritating and so I’m writing this on my phone. Because I’m both incurably impatient and lazy, unless my laptop gets its act together soon, I highly doubt I’ll bother swapping over to it (this is when my laptop comes back to life and I use it and this post ends up with hundreds of beautiful graphics and I forget to delete this bit, whoops 😂)

Anyway, on to the main bit of this post…partly because this blog is now two years old (*attempts to insert link to blogoversary post and completely fails*)(AHA I’M ON MY LAPTOP NOW HERE’S THE LINK) and partly because the idea appeals to me, I’m going to try and come up with a bunch of facts about me that most people won’t know. Hopefully a few of them will even surprise my friends 🙂 anyhow, here you go…

 I have really blue eyes.

OK so this is one that won’t come as much of a surprise to people I know, but I’ve been told on multiple occasions that they’re really very blue. Said occasions include during a conversation with a girl at hockey training when she just stopped talking and went “omg your eyes are so blue” and at the end of an English lesson when basically the same thing happened. I think my eyes are probably my best feature because of their colour (except for my unfortunate short sightedness, obvs) 👀👁👓

Typography and pretty quotes make my heart happy.

Not an especially exciting fact, but I do like them a lot. Actually, good photos in general/pretty graphics/design tends to make me happy. And according to one of my best friends my aesthetic taste “truly is impeccable” so there ya go.

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 I’m very, very pale.

 My friend said the other day, “you’re so pale, you make the White Cliffs of Dover look brown”. My answer is I’m less likely to get skin cancer, but it’s true, I’m so pale my tan looks like everyone else’s normal skin. Even two weeks in 35 degree C heat can’t tan me, so I reckon I’ll be pale for life.

I can go from really quiet to really loud pretty easily, depending on my mood and who I’m with.

Multiple people have told me that I’ve got more outgoing recently which is pretty true. I can be really quiet in new situations but then really loud with friends, and sometimes vice versa…it all kinda depends on what mood I’m in. When I’m stressed or feeling annoyed or bleurgh I tend to just go pretty quiet and occasionally sarcastic. According to a quiz I did for another post (the who am I? tag that will *hopefully* be up soon) my Myers-Briggs personality type is INFP, which basically means I flip between being introspective and extroverted fairly easily.

I’ve never broken a bone.

I’m not really sure how, I guess I’m just naturally fairly cautious? A few years ago I got really excited because I thought I’d broken my thumb playing hockey and I guessed that would be a fairly good bone to break because it wouldn’t hurt too much, but it turned out that because I was young everything kinda just bounced back into place and I only sprained it. It did end up hurting a lot and leaving a nice bloodstain under my thumbnail for a good few months though!

I can be really sarcastic.

(If you hadn’t already guessed). Sometimes it’s intentional, sometimes it just slips out and then sometimes people think I’m being sarcastic when I’m actually deadly serious because I have a sarcastic tone of voice that I occasionally have difficulty reserving just for sarcasm. Whoops. I love sarcasm though, something about it just makes me happy (that sounds kinda mean. Wasn’t meant to).

I’m slightly obsessed with raspberry dark chocolate.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ IT’S JUST SO GOOD I LOVE IT. ESPECIALLY IN CHEESECAKE. I ALSO LOVE CHEESECAKE. ❤ ❤ ❤

(I really like food, if that wasn’t already obvious)

I’m really great at beating myself up over stuff unnecessarily.

I’m also really bad at getting a grip and stopping myself. I’m getting a little better at it though, I just seem to have an automatic guilt reflex that makes me feel guilty about the absolute stupidest things, like not going for a run for two or three weeks. (yes, I know that’s stupid).

I often start saying stuff ironically or not seriously, but then the habit sticks.

This happened with “banter” and “bud” (though I blame my friend for the second one, she’s got me into a habit of saying “cheers bud” all the time and I think it’s really annoying some of my friends).

I hate hate hate dealing with bugs and spiders and stuff.

I don’t mind that they exist, I just don’t like coming into contact with them. Worst thing ever was when my friend and I were in my room and I spotted a small black dot on the ceiling which I though was a dead bug, so we poked it to get it down but it turned out it was well and truly alive. It then fell down into the slight dip between the carpet and skirting board and I’m ashamed to say I made my friend deal with it whilst doing “helpful” things like getting a bit of card and a glass and opening the bathroom window. #sorrynotsorry

When I was younger, I used to think my middle name was my sister’s.

I’m not entirely sure how I got them mixed up, but I guess hers just stuck in my head because I had to (and very occasionally still do) think about it for a second to check I got my middle name and not hers if someone asked what it was.

I’m incurably impatient and fairly lazy – at any rate I’m a master procrastinator and really bad at just getting jobs done.

(This gets about a billion times worse when I’ve got the excuse of a really good book to stop me from getting on with stuff)

I can be incredibly self-conscious when I’m not with good friends.

Sometimes I’ll just kinda start to think about everything and every action I’m doing, even when I’m with friends, and then  I feel awkward and self-conscious and nervous and urgh.

I’ve recently got really bad wanderlust and I just want to go EVERYWHERE.

I really hate the idea that I’ll die and there’ll be so many countries and places I’ve never been to, even just in the UK.

Me and laughter have an interesting relationship.

I feel like I never used to laugh and then all of a sudden stuff kept making me lose it. The main thing I can remember was around Christmas when three of us in my English class had forgotten some practice language paper and had the obligatory “this is very disappointing etc etc” talk and been sent to the library to photocopy someone else’s and for some reason the whole situation made me completely crack up, especially because two of us were sat next to each other, but I knew laughing in the classroom would be a really, really bad move. I then spent the whole photocopying trip laughing my head off for no discernible reason and confusing everyone around me. Thinking about it still makes me smile.

I love organisation and tidiness but hate cleaning and tidying.

I’m the kinda person who wants the beautiful fully colour coordinated bookshelf and the neat desk and the permanently tidy room but who really can’t be bothered to keep their room tidy, which makes things a bit awkward.

My one shelf of beautifully colour coordinated dreams.


 

And that’s all I can think of! Have you got any random facts about you to share? And if you’ve got any specific questions for me, let me know and I’ll stick them in a Q&A! 🙂

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