Nice or nasty?

My ring. Overall I think I quite like it, but part of me thinks it might be a bit gross. This is the closest I'm probably ever going to come to an outfit post, so make the most of it.

Anyway, any thoughts on the ring?

Fake Christmas (or, how I ate my own body weight in Krispy Kremes).

The weekend started with a McDonalds, ended with a Burger King and had a Christmas dinner and lots of doughnuts in the middle. Nom. I arrived at my friend's flat proudly bearing a box of 12 Krispy Kremes, only to find that there was already one in the fridge! I ate so much. Here's some pictorial evidence (sorry vegetarians for all the meat close-ups!):

My friend's boyfriend had the rather ingenious idea of eating his dinner from a roasting pan; maximum capacity and no gravy spillages. Why didn't I think of that?!


MY DINNER. A-mazing.

Our Tesco trolley. Grossly over-indulgent? Why of course it was.

Present-haul post to follow as soon as I can find time to photograph everything! Obviously the best part was getting to meet up with all my old uni friends (we haven't all been in the same room at the same time since my birthday), but it would appear that the only thing I photographed was food. I might be obsessed with it.

Direct marketing Tesco style.

Couldn't resist taking a photo!

WAMK: Swings and roundabouts.

Well, not so much swings and roundabouts, more gym-going and excessive eating.

I went to the gym on Sunday and Monday this week. Which is fairly good, because I was busy/ill on all the other days of the week.

I celebrated Christmas day with my old uni friends yesterday. Which is also good, although the excessive food consumption may well have cancelled out my good work at the gym.

Oh well, it's Christmas, whatcha gonna do?

HAPPY (fake) CHRISTMAS!

This weekend features a complete lack of unscheduled posts. I make no apology, for today is officially the 8th (fake) CHRISTMAS DAY!

Every year I meet up with my best friends from uni and we eat ourselves silly, drink ourselves sillier, and exchange gifts in the cheapest, tackiest, best value Secret Santa you ever did see.

Photos will follow next week sometime...

(Unless, of course, someone buys me an iphone or ipad then I'll blog on the coach home. Unfortunately none of my friends are rich so this is unlikely to happen. I knew I should have made friends with doctors-in-the-making and not English students. You live and learn...)

Free as a bird.




I'm thinking about getting a tattoo, but I can't really nail down exactly how I want it to look. I know I want a bird on my left wrist, but I'm not really sure how big I want it... I was going to go for something tiny but, looking at the pictures, I don't think the really small birds look that great. Also I'm not sure if I want one or a group of them... Probably just one. Anyway, I still have a lot of deciding to do! Hmmmmm.

Any thoughts?

(Pictures found via Google Images, sources unknown. If the pictures are yours, let me know and I'll happily credit/delete.)

Follow Fursday

Today I would like to introduce you to:


Written by Laura, it's a wonderfully-written and regularly-updated blog about clothes, shopping, snacking and life in general. Laura is refreshingly normal, but she's also one hell of a fighter, and that's something I find particularly inspirational at the moment. If I was the sort of person who says things like, 'Go girl!', then I'd say it. But I'm not, so I won't.

What are you waiting for? Follow!

Culture vulture.

Last Saturday I met up with Marta, my friend from Norway. She was in London for one weekend only, and had a full schedule of cousins and friends to meet up with, so we tried to pack lots in to our 5 hours together.

We hit Harrods first. I braved their ridiculously over-crowded and over-priced Christmas shop to get a Harrods teddy for my Grandma's Christmas present (don't worry, unless her computer skills improve immeasurably over the next six weeks, it won't ruin the surprise). We also looked at lots of sparkly shoes that neither of us will ever be able to afford to buy. In my case, it wouldn't even matter if I could afford to buy them, given that I can't walk in heels. I know a lot of people complain about this, but I seriously cannot even take one step. I need lessons or something...

After a quick Pret stop (duck wrap, mmmmm) we made our way to the Saddler's Wells Theatre (I told you I was cultured). The signs outside the theatre proclaim that, 'Saddler's Wells is dance', so I figured I was in a good place to lose my contemporary-dance-viewing virginity. We saw Seven for a secret, never to be told by the Rambert Company. It was fab. Luckily for me, it was a family performance so it started off with an explanation of the difference between contemporary and modern dance, with the dancers doing contrasting warm-up exercises. 'Seven for a secret...' was all about 'the power of play'. It explored the different ways that children of different ages and genders play, together and apart. I never really realised how much acting is involved in dancing. The dancers (all adults) portrayed their characters really effectively, and I was just so impressed with the way they were able to move (well, this does come from a woman who can't even walk in heels...).

I'm a WAMKER!

I've been a bit naughty recently, and accidentally-on-purpose forgotten about my pledge.

But, as of last week, I am officially back on track. I've...wait for it...joined a gym. This may not seem like much, but it's taken me almost a year to build up the motivation to bite the bullet and do it. I always knew that doing more exercise would improve my mood and self-esteem, but it's taken a long time for me to get to the point where I can help myself. Not that things are magically all better (far from it in some respects) but I'm hoping that this is something I can keep up.

Also, I've been feeling a bit fat recently and there's absolutely no way I can sustain a diet (I love food far too much) so that basically left me with two options: put up with feeling a bit chubby, or burn more calories. I've gone for the later.

I've got of to a good start: three gym visits last week, one done today, and two more planned for the week ahead. I just need to keep going so it becomes part of my routine, rather than just a novelty.

And the best bit? I'm having fake Christmas with my old uni friends next weekend, so I get to replace all of those lovely calories that I've been burning off...

I know I have to keep fighting...

...but why does it have to be so hard?

Answers on a postcard, please.

London baby!

A couple of weekends ago one of my best friends came to London to celebrate her sister's birthday. We went to a drag cabaret show on the Saturday night (my friend's cousin owns Madame JoJos in Soho.) That was amazing but unfortunately I have no pictorial evidence to show you. It was especially great because it was something I would never have thought of going to see, but we had such a great time...

On the Sunday we embraced our inner tourists (the birthday girl had never been to London before) and went on a boat trip. Luckily for you (maybe) I actually took some pictures that day. Here they are:

Shakespeare's Globe Theatre (well, a modern replica...)

Tower Bridge (I think the hats mark the moment when our 'inner tourist' selves became our 'outer tourist' selves). Repeat after me: London baby!

HMS Belfast.

The Shard. It's going to be the tallest building in Europe, don'tcha know?

The Tate Modern.

Follow Fursday

I think I've done this about three times now, so that's pretty much a regular feature going by my (lackadaisical) standards.

Anyway, without further ado, I would like to introduce you to:


Run by my hilarious friend Becky, it's full of weird and wonderful glimpses into life on the Underground. And sometimes on the train.

Go follow.

(If you want to.)

Inspiration... and lots of bikes.

If, like me, you would benefit from watching an inspiring (and a bit cheesy but not too bad- if I can deal with it then it probably won't be to cheesy for the average Joe) life-is-short-seize-the-day type video, then you should check this out.

I think there's something in the idea that, 'Getting lost helps you find yourself.' Travelling on my own (even though it was only for a few weeks) changed my perception of myself, and my own abilities, completely. I'm half planning a little trip for next summer, and I think I have a cheap idea in the pipeline... More on that another day.

(Found via A Cup of Jo.)

Want to know something really sad?

Every time I go to work I give myself a tick on the calendar. It's like a little reward. 11 consecutive days and counting...

Go me.

Staying inbetween the lines.

The problem with ordering books for Christmas is that I sort of have to treat myself to a few. It's a sickness, I can't help myself. Anyway, I think my best (and most distracting) purchase was a colouring/doodling book. Basically, it's full of half finished doodles that you then colour in and finish off. I'm pretty sure it's not designed with adults in mind but I love it anyway.

Here's my first piece of handiwork (I decided to just stick with the colouring in with this one, got to take these things step-by-step, haha):


I am amazing at activities designed for 6-11 year olds, aren't I? Surely I can't be the only adult who loves colouring in?

Yay!

Today could have been terrible... but it was bloody fantastic!

I'm not getting sacked (yet)!

We got a 'Good'!!

Where there's Relate, there's hope!!!

So just a big... YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

A slightly less pleasant distraction...

...has come along in the form of Ofsted.

If you don't work in a school then you may not be aware of the impact of that little word. Well, let me tell you, it strikes fear into everyone's heart. You get 48 hours notice, then the inspectors strike. We're under extra pressure because we got an 'Outstanding' last time, so anything less will make it look like the school's going downhill.

I'm tired and anxious, but it has instilled a feeling of, 'Keep clam(ish) and carry on.' It's also forced me to get into working full time and, where my own problems are concerned, just suck it up. So maybe it's a good thing.

Sort of. Wish me luck.