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)

 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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'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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