Unicorns and Fairy Dust

Helloooooo! It's me, I haven't died, ran away with my next-door neighbour or became a stripper. just been living my best life, getting drunk and getting into debt. Uni life, hey. If you can remember more than me, you might remember that when I went to Bolton uni (bad times, let's not remember that whole experience), I have done a post about being a Cumbrian student. Well that was 2 years ago so I think it deserves an update. Lets go! People will think you're Geordie and they will make you say curly wurly, laugh at the way you say no, door, poor, hello... The list goes on. You will get stupidly defensive when some moron from Manchester tries and says he's more northern than you. Back away Oasis, you're basically midlands. Cheese xl will always hold a place in your heart, forever. You'll say a word and receive blank faces because did you know that no one uses the word ratch????? Horrified. You have to come to terms with the fact that if you have ...

Todays post is all about my experience with the first week at University. shock horror, I'm using lists. The kitchen is a prime place to make friends, everyone has to eat. Things WILL go missing- deal with it and buy new bread #breadgate You'll soon realise no one gives a shit what you look like, so go out with no make up on. Do it! Toilet roll will be used so fast. Someone will ALWAYS use your washing up liquid if left out. Drinks are cheap on student nights out and freshers, after that you need a loan. Take aways are hella cheap. You'll miss your family, your bed, your mam. you might even want to go home after 24 hours. DON'T. You'll meet people from totally different walks of life, they will make you understand that maybe the friends at home aren't as special as you thought. Everyone is scared to go to the toilet and poo, just do it before you all shit yourself. triple vodkas kill anna. google maps will make you walk 2 miles for a 10 minute wa...

You might have noticed that I've been very absent from the blogging world; this is because I lived. I lived and I played and I partied and I drank and I made lots of stupid and silly mistakes, I've danced beside lakes, sang my heart out at 3am and cried to my best friend over Uni. I made a blog post about everything/everywhere I wanted to go and do in the 6 weeks off. The list is below so lets just see what I've actually achieved. Go for a late night adventure to somewhere. Did it happen? Yeah I suppose, late night adventures to Kendal for a KFC and then finding a lake but getting lost and ending up a mountain. Adventures are the best when you text you friend and tell them you'll be 10 minutes. Go camping. Did this happen? Did it heck! I'm so cringe I make myself feel sick. Go on a date with Austin. Did this happen? HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA NO. Take Oscar to the zoo. Did this happen? No, but I still love and miss him more than anything in this world. Dye my ha...

UNIVERSITY UPDATES So the week which I've been dreading for the last 2 years has happened... I leave college on Thursday. Most A Level students are having a whale of a time because for the past 2 years they have been a solid 5 days a week; me however, have been a sometimes 4, sometimes 2 and sometimes none type of learner. Everything is just so real, I bought a pan today and I honestly feel like I can rule the world.. With a pan. I'm starting to buy bits and bobs for my uni flat and bedroom. stocking up on shampoo bars and making mental lists of what should I bring clothes wise (I still have no fucking clue). This place and these people are my comfort zones, Millies Monday is my favourite, Nandos Thursday is what I live for and in less than 77 days, everything will change. If anyone told me in year 10 that I would be going to Uni, driving a car and have a boyfriend who isn't that boy, I never would have believed you! I HAVE THESE MUSHY FEELINGS GUYS! So this b...

I found out last week that I disgust people, and I was fullt clothed, wearing a bra and I wasn't swearing. So what was it? I'll tell you what it is was, it was my muffin top, my over –hang and most importantly- my flab. But you see, this flab reminds me of a time in my life when I was thinner. It’s not fat as such, it’s skin which was stretched and now is, slightly less stretched. I bought this skirt will all knowledge that my belly would stick out but I accepted that. So dear body shamers/ that girl who told me I was fat at the age of 10/ that man who told me I should only drink diet coke, yet he was drinking frosty jacks out of a bag. My belly is a part of me, I know it’s there, when I lost all my weight, it was still there. If I wear a skirt and my belly is ‘there’ don’t you dare ask if I’m pregnant, don’t you dare ask how much I weight and don’t you ever, criticize how I dress “because it doesn’t suit my body shape”. I will dress how I want, some days that’s in ...

Now, before anyone else says, I know.. I know that roots are natural and without them well, there would be no hair or plants or other things I cant really be bothered to research about. My focus is on hair. I dyed my hair a couple of weeks back, just before bank holiday Sunday and since then my hair has seemed to grow so much. I mean, maybe it has always grew this much but with having nothing on my roots, I couldn't or didn't notice. I love that my hair is growing, obv. But, I just hate roots and the fact that my hair is now black and my roots are brown makes me look like a right idiot. I'm also very stuck on my hair style and colour right now as well, I feel like, because my hair is so darn thick I have lego hair and a bank balance which can't cope with forking out money to get it cut. I would like to go back to a brown for summer and still have my coloured ends but then again I want to go a full colour? What do you guys think? Adding to that, I want to cut my fr...