When I think back to 16 year old me, I see a young and clueless girl who cares way too much about what other people think of her. In hindsight, there is so much I would say to myself at this time in life, especially considering how different things are for me now. So basically, here are a few brief words to little me.
First of all, I know how much you stress over homework and exams. I'm sorry to say that this still hasn't changed, although you should know that you did make it to a pretty good uni! You're A levels weren't exactly straight A's, but they are good enough and life is good so you can't complain. Also, as you are doing languages at a degree level, people will be well impressed simply by the fact that you can tell them your name in another language (just humor them).
Secondly, there are things in life that I know you are thinking are a life or death situation, and one obvious example of this is boys. You are most likely currently experiencing your first heartbreak which, btw, you get over a lot quicker than you thought you would. Boyfriends are an extra bonus in your life, at that age especially it is important to make you sure you have your own life in order before bringing others so closely into it.
The obvious thing to say net would be that by the time you are 19, you will have realised who is truly important to you and who your true friends are. You really do have some amazing people in your life so hold on to them. Realise that a few close friends is much more important than being surrounded by people you call friends, but won't be there when you really need someone.
Finally, don't wish your life away. You may be bored and wanting to be independent, but before you know it you will be paying bills and desperately trying to stay out of your overdraft. Just know that life isn't perfect, and theres still things that you need to learn and work on as a 19 year old. However, you have SO much to be grateful and happy for.
(P.S, Soon you will get the urge to buy a hair dye kit and experiment. You will learn that you are allergic the hard way, and from then on you will remember it as the ugliest you have ever felt and looked. Just a heads up.)
Lauraxx
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Friday, 7 November 2014
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
Hitting the town
Now don't get me wrong, I do love a good night out as much as the next person. However I do sometimes have a bit of a love/hate relationship with clubbing, and last night was one of those nights. This motivated me to write a small post on the ups and downs of hitting Guildford on a Monday night.
So last night it got to about 7pm and me and a friend were being particularly indecisive about whether or not to grace Guildford with our presence. We decided it had been too long, so we went for it. Minus the rest of our friendship group. (First pet peeve, its IMPOSSIBLE to get everyone out at once)
For me, the getting ready part is the most enjoyable. You watch face drastically improve right before your eyes, with thanks to your Real Techniques brushes, Benefit eye shadow pallet, and a good helping of John Frieda volumising hair mousse. Now the choosing what to wear part is the start of the stress for me. Now if you're like me and are on a tight student budget, you'll have the impossible task of choosing which of your few clubbing outfits you can get away with wearing YET AGAIN.
Skip to the actual going out part. As well as the people you go out with, the DJ makes or breaks your night. Thankfully last nights' was decent (well done MNG). However as the night progressed, the dance floor got so packed that having a dance became more of a mission than it should be. Cue drunk human skittles onto a sticky floor, yum. Then comes the overly drunk creepy guys thrusting in your direction when you have no obvious escape route. It got to a point where we gave up and migrated to subway instead, and sat in the car with tea and crisps. We then went home, watched films and fell asleep (Yeah we really know how to partay).
The final part of the whole experience is the worst. This involves getting home and realising that you now look like you've been dragged backwards through a bush. Next up is waking up in a fragile state (depending on how much you downed, or were forced to down by your mates), then returning home at lunch to a bedroom with an impressive floordrobe and hours of sorting clothes ahead of you. Luckily this afternoon this task wasn't so hard without the horrific headache.
In conclusion, last night just made us realise that maybe we had spent a bit too long going to Casino, and that maybe we should venture further. Maybe then I would have a more love than hate relationship with the whole thing. Some of the hate parts are unavoidable, but I suppose this always makes for a much more entertaining evening. On the plus side, at least my lashes stayed on all night, and who needs to spend £60+ in Topshop when you can spend £7 on a dress and still get compliments from drunk girls in the toilets?!
Lauraxx
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So last night it got to about 7pm and me and a friend were being particularly indecisive about whether or not to grace Guildford with our presence. We decided it had been too long, so we went for it. Minus the rest of our friendship group. (First pet peeve, its IMPOSSIBLE to get everyone out at once)
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| accurate pic of me during this conversation^ |
For me, the getting ready part is the most enjoyable. You watch face drastically improve right before your eyes, with thanks to your Real Techniques brushes, Benefit eye shadow pallet, and a good helping of John Frieda volumising hair mousse. Now the choosing what to wear part is the start of the stress for me. Now if you're like me and are on a tight student budget, you'll have the impossible task of choosing which of your few clubbing outfits you can get away with wearing YET AGAIN.
Skip to the actual going out part. As well as the people you go out with, the DJ makes or breaks your night. Thankfully last nights' was decent (well done MNG). However as the night progressed, the dance floor got so packed that having a dance became more of a mission than it should be. Cue drunk human skittles onto a sticky floor, yum. Then comes the overly drunk creepy guys thrusting in your direction when you have no obvious escape route. It got to a point where we gave up and migrated to subway instead, and sat in the car with tea and crisps. We then went home, watched films and fell asleep (Yeah we really know how to partay).
The final part of the whole experience is the worst. This involves getting home and realising that you now look like you've been dragged backwards through a bush. Next up is waking up in a fragile state (depending on how much you downed, or were forced to down by your mates), then returning home at lunch to a bedroom with an impressive floordrobe and hours of sorting clothes ahead of you. Luckily this afternoon this task wasn't so hard without the horrific headache.
In conclusion, last night just made us realise that maybe we had spent a bit too long going to Casino, and that maybe we should venture further. Maybe then I would have a more love than hate relationship with the whole thing. Some of the hate parts are unavoidable, but I suppose this always makes for a much more entertaining evening. On the plus side, at least my lashes stayed on all night, and who needs to spend £60+ in Topshop when you can spend £7 on a dress and still get compliments from drunk girls in the toilets?!
Lauraxx
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Thursday, 14 August 2014
'But is it really a relationship?!'
So, after browsing Pinterest this evening, I came across a little article that provoked me to make my 1,000,000 attempt at blogging. The title of said article was 'How to survive a long distance relationship'. Now being in one of these myself, I saw the word 'survive' and couldn't help but notice how it makes the whole situation seem completely unbearable, which in my experience it really doesn't have to be. Basically i'm hoping that if anyone even does see this post, it will come as a little ray of hope. However this is mostly just a rant to myself.
It is fair to say that a long distance relationship is just a MUCH more emotional version of your common one. The goodbyes are a face full of mascara (picture the grudge), the hello's are literally the best you can imagine, and the middle? Well, admittedly that bit is just a bit all over the place. This mysterious middle bit does sometimes make the long and stressful days that little bit longer and more stressful. However it is only these moments you need to 'survive'. Having said that, i'm grateful to say that pretty much every day for me is a good one, and I think that having the right mindset is the only rule I try to stick to.
I think the most important thing to say is don't let ANYONE tell you what to do or how to feel. Somebody said this to me, and I was surprised at how much I needed to hear it. Everyone is different, and what works for other couples wont necessarily work for you. Only you know how you feel and what is best for you. Worrying about these things just adds unnecessary stress. I have even been asked 'but is it really a relationship?!' YES. Actually, it has already lasted longer than most peoples regular relationships thank you very much. Furthermore, perks include not having to worry about how disgusting that spot on my forehead looks when up close and personal, or about that stray hair on my leg that I missed. (There's always one fgs)
There is so much I can say on this subject, but to keep it short and sweet, at the end of the day, the quality of a relationship is way more important than the convenience of it. I'm not saying it is easy, but it is TOTALLY possible for it to work, and most importantly, for you to be happy in it. If you're both committed and the trust is there, the distance shouldn't have to define it.
Lauraxx
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It is fair to say that a long distance relationship is just a MUCH more emotional version of your common one. The goodbyes are a face full of mascara (picture the grudge), the hello's are literally the best you can imagine, and the middle? Well, admittedly that bit is just a bit all over the place. This mysterious middle bit does sometimes make the long and stressful days that little bit longer and more stressful. However it is only these moments you need to 'survive'. Having said that, i'm grateful to say that pretty much every day for me is a good one, and I think that having the right mindset is the only rule I try to stick to.
I think the most important thing to say is don't let ANYONE tell you what to do or how to feel. Somebody said this to me, and I was surprised at how much I needed to hear it. Everyone is different, and what works for other couples wont necessarily work for you. Only you know how you feel and what is best for you. Worrying about these things just adds unnecessary stress. I have even been asked 'but is it really a relationship?!' YES. Actually, it has already lasted longer than most peoples regular relationships thank you very much. Furthermore, perks include not having to worry about how disgusting that spot on my forehead looks when up close and personal, or about that stray hair on my leg that I missed. (There's always one fgs)
There is so much I can say on this subject, but to keep it short and sweet, at the end of the day, the quality of a relationship is way more important than the convenience of it. I'm not saying it is easy, but it is TOTALLY possible for it to work, and most importantly, for you to be happy in it. If you're both committed and the trust is there, the distance shouldn't have to define it.
Lauraxx
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