I left my bed

Funnily enough, I wasn't able to write this post whilst I was actually feeling like poop. I was waking up with the classic chest crushing that comes with being depressed. A depressed almost 25 year old who is flunking uni because of it and doesn't know what she's doing. Classic. Although in this day and age, we don't need to have to have it all together until we're like 35 now right? 25 is the new 17 and I am mostly okay with it. During this week, I sought out my classic "low comforts" with some surprising new additions. I figured there was a post in it and maybe it will help someone else. Smoking Controversial riiiiiight? For the most part, I am a non smoker but when the black dog is in town it actually really helps. Don't go and do it if you don't, for the love of lungs! But if you do, make yourself a cup of tea, a custard cream and appreciate the nicotine. Shower Obvious maybe but obviously lush. Routine is a good thing to try and...

I've basically changed the challenge name because not only can I not be bothered to check what number I'm on but also, this almost definitely hasn't been done over 30 days. WHO HAS THIS TIME! I have been knee deep in research journals, citations and references for the past 2 weeks which I am sooo over for the next 2 weeks, which means I am ready to fully embrace my Christmas spirit! (And may have a little more time to write about something that isnt Freud or Bowlby) I am currently living through my hangover as I can't sleep, which sucks, but will however lead me onto number one of what I love about Christmas... 1) Glühwein with Jagermiester Oh man, I had 2 and 1/2 of these on an empty stomach and let me tell you, you need no more than 3. Whoever thought of mixing alcohol with an alcohol mixer was infact a genius. It is now my favourite Christmas drink. Though mulled wine always has been, I'm not sure i'll be satisfied without the Jager anymore. 2) Picking out pr...

I'm grumpy today so hopefully this question will cheer me up. These are not in order. I do not prioritise my love for wine over my love for my family. Though my father and my sister may disagree and laugh. 1- Tea I love tea. It's a cliché but it's one for a reason. I drink about 5 cups a day. My boyfriend would argue I drink about 2 with the amount I leave to go cold, but whatever. I also bought a unicorn mug the other day which basically makes tea taste better. My parents would love it if I stopped cramming their cupboards full of different flavoured teas I never drink, and flasks. My dad also "banned" me from any more "giant mugs" because they take up too much room. I've only got 2. He asks if I'd like a "bucket of tea". Now I've moved out, I am yet to take over my cupboard with oversized drinking vessels but my time will come. 2-  Wine, Vodka, Alcohol... Sorry, not sorry. I love a nice glass of red wine, or sweet rose and...

Oh my life, I barely know what I am going to be doing in the next 7 hours, let alone 7 years, so I think this will be a hard one to write about. Considering this writing challenge prompts are quite personal, i may switch to a different one, purely because I don't want to bore you with what I'm going to be doing within 7 years but would rather try and inspire people to be doing what THEY want in 7 years... But I guess that's a different post. 7 years ago today, I had just left college, dreaming of being a famous singer and having no effective immediate plans to put that in place but figured it would "just happen". I was in my infamous years of drinking mostly vodka, and partying purely for the love of dancing. The Confuser, the band founded by my college friends and myself were still gigging a little and life was grand and very not adult. Looking back, 17 was the most fun age for me I think. It was the age full of promise and I still had so much time ahead...

So it's 12.10am, I'm eating cold cheese on toast on the left side of my mouth. After a 3 day trip back to my home town, to have my tooth taken out (which is whole other disturbing story), James got back from work only to be a poorly pants too and fall straight asleep. I've spent about 3 hours thinking about Christmas presents, searching ideas and trying to get my brain into gear but of course, it's the unwritten rule that past 12am all of a sudden Pandoras brain box opens and it's all "Why didn't you do this in the past?" "Why did you do this?" "Why haven't you moved to a cottage yet?" "Are you a bad person?" And then you miss your dad and when you were like 14 and the only worry you had was sneaking Strongbow because 2 cans we're all you needed. Well, they weren't the only worries at all really but you know what i mean. I am sitting here thinking about how right now i am struggling to write much on what ...