Things I do now
no.1 i don't care about this trivial mess
It was my a level certificate ceremony and I had to head back to my old highschool and sit through a painfully boring talk in the sweaty auditorium about how proud our teachers were of us and have to clap as each person in my year group went up and had their hands shook and paper handed to them. And because it was alphabetical order I was sat with people who I wouldn't usually be sat with was in the front row which I usually avoided like guided tours or 50 shades soundtracks. I was sat in the middle and everyone who went up before me were sat to the left and went up on the left and then there was this big issue with going up onto the right. As though it were actually a risky thing to do and the people next to me were asking and it just made me laugh. And so I was the first one to go up on the right because it was easiest and there's no real thought or discussion needed!!! c'mon people! I think that's when I realised I really don't care about stupid stuff like that, I really have outgrown the weird school mentality they put on us because it bored me so much.
Any after that IDGAF moment of clarity the day went a lot better, I met up with my gang and we did the classic uni kids at half-term activity of going to the pub at four pm, it was super fun and we sat outside on the benches in the sun, feeling warm and drinking cidre and talking to people who'd come home from uni. We did have plans to go see the circus that was playing in the town over but it we didn't realise we had to leave until half an hour after we should have got the bus there so we stayed chatting and went and got curry and crisps on a drunken stumble through town.
selfie's while wearing a stolen snapback
thanks to kath for getting me at my most double denim + peace sign self
no.2 supporting girls
supper important to remember but easy to forget. I feel like a lot of the time it goes unnoticed but girls have to work super hard, like seriously everything we do we have to work twice as hard for the same, or less recognition. School, uni, jobs, hell even eating and exercising seems to be easier for guys. I don't want to start a whole feminist essay because I'm not really eloquent enough on these topics, it always ends up with lots of !!!!! and weird probably inappropriate slang.
source - Rookie
no.3 eggsersize
(because I'm so hilarious and quirky)
I'm not going to lie, I fluctuate between loving and loathing my awkward body.
Its very much and awkward body, I'm neither big not small, I'm too tall to be considered petite but stocky enough to spend a lot of time rolling up my jeans (seriously h&m which glamazon giant are you making these jeans for???) With my thin legs and chubby thighs and little waist and pokey pot belly, nothing quiet adds up. Honestly I almost said my favourite part of my body was my wrists the other day??? Because of this weirdness about my body I've started to try exercising, Gotta say it's not the most vigorous training routine, more just me lying in my bedroom with my bum in the air but I did go for a run at 7am this morning which had a lot of leaping about to The Vaccines along the pier and taking photos of the sea but I can still feel the 'burn' in my stomach.
2yr old running shoes I've barely worn + fluffy lacey socks + the leggings I slept in
I love having that peace and calm that comes with getting up early.
Being able to take photos in the middle of the road = thumbs up.
The sea was crazy far in, which is something you don't really see till night and then you can't see it anyway.
Light rays that poke through clouds remind me of angels looking down from heaven.
magic foil puddle found on the road
no.4 embroidery
looks like i'm gonna be embroidering/some textile-y thing for my final major project in uni so I'm back on an embroidery kick, this also means I really want to embroider a pair of jeans, I just think it would look so cute on the bum/cuffs.
peachy bum
no.5 worrying
Well it's really come full circle hasn't it? While I don't care about the little things I do worry about the big things. Most specifically the fact that I should hear if I got into my dream uni by Monday by the latest and everyone keeps telling me that there are other options and that I'll go where I should go as though it helps. I'm not trying to be ungrateful but it really doesn't help as dream uni is the one I felt most at home with.
xxx
Rosie
p.s. I'm thinking of starting a penpal thing if anyone would want to start sending letters? I'm thinking of doing it through instagram/tumblr because I don't know how to message safely on blogger.
Internet saftey lol.
