Friendly Llamas, Pot Brownies, Dogs and Disney

Yo, llamas!!

How are you, my little (and big (that's for you Shoyab)) follower llamas?

So what's up with the title...

Well, the college llamas have been hanging out.  We've had fun.  Most of the class is on report and has to get everything signed.  But, we have fun.

The college crew (all 4 of us) hung out with Raffi at lunch time yesterday.  "How?" You ask.  We have a half day and mum picked me up.  So.  We spent over an hour just standing outside college, stroking a dog and chatting.  Just casually.  You know how we do.  AND I didn't know that AHMAD WAS AFRAID OF DOGS.  SO SORRY DUDE.

So.  Today I brought in brownies to college and WHAT IS UP WITH YOU ALL ASKING IF THERE WAS POT/WEED IN THEM?!  Who EXACTLY do you think I am?  Seriously.

But, I'm glad you guys liked them.  Even if I messed up the recipe.  I didn't tell you this and you can't claim that they weren't nice because I didn't tell you before so HA.  The recipe I used (and always use) is Nigella Lawson's but mum and I tweak it a little.  But I'm not telling you how (a girl's gotta have some secrets, right?).  By the way, there are two recipes.  I'd love to hear about any recipes that you guys use/attempted/made your own.  If something hasn't worked for you, I'd love to see if I could get it to work!!!!

It was cool hanging with my little druggy llamas though (side note: none of us were ACTUALLY doing anything drug related), you guys just kinda manage to get me on a deep deep deep deep level - like the fact that you don't even bat an eyelid when I make an odd sound or proclaim that I will murder someone.  You get me.  So thanks.

So does this cover the friends and dogs? No.  Well, Raffi chew up the box that my XBOX was in.  So thanks for that, dog.  I also have fresh holes in my clothes.  So yay.  Not.  Oh!! And we've started walking Raffi in the morning and evening; the little bugger is supposed to tire out, but does he do this? NooooOOOOOoooooo.  Of course not.  I'm open to suggestions on how we could tire him out (preferable without us tiring out too).

We now come to the Disney portion of today's blog.  There's this new show/movie? (I've only seen the movie but apparently there's a series?) called Descendants.  And if you're like me and look for the brain numbing affects of children's TV, then it was pretty good.  It's about the Disney villains' children.  They dress all edgy like it's Halloween everyday.  And now I want to go to Disney for Halloween, because IT IS AWESOME.  I'm starting to catch the Halloween fever, but England just doesn't seem to celebrate it.  Which makes me sad.  Because I like dressing up and hanging out and I want to have a PROPER Halloween party this year, but my house is definitely not big enough PLUS I have a £0 budget to work with.

Anyway, end of my blog post today.

Shenaya xx

P.S.  Follower llamas - leave me a comment if you'd like to hear about any of my weird craft ideas or baking or ANYTHING you'd like me to talk about/help with/review.

Random Thought #2

Whassup, llamas?

So.  I know writing two blog post this close together isn't particularly common for me at the moment.  BUT.  FEAR NOT, for I have another random thought post!!

"So what is this random thought?", you ask.  Well.  I write about my life, but you guys don't really KNOW me.  Do you?  Feel free to say "yes, we do!  We know the real you!".  I'm pretty sure that might be a song?  *Now you can know the real meeeee* (I'm ashamed to say that I think it's a song from a Disney movie.. A TV MOVIE *GASP*).

Anyway.  I thought I would share something that basically sums me up.  And as usual, Buzzfeed is my inner spirit.  So check out Jess from New Girl because for some reason I feel like this might be me when I am twenty something and living with a bunch of men.  Except for Taylor Swift.  Sorry.  She's like the mean girl that only I can see the meanness in...

This is a really short post but this is because Jess speaks for me.

Shenaya xx

(OUT *drops mic and walks a way*)

The Lifes and Deaths of a Mentally Disturbed Llama

Helloooo, llamas!!

WARNING: This post will contain MY religious views and opinions.  There is most likely going to be swearing.

Before we start, I should probably mention that no one has died.  Yet.  It's a possibility.  That was a joke.  I think.  Well.  Probably.

It came to my attention that I have lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of quirks and idiosyncrasies (was that right? Did I use it in the right context? I don't knowwwww).  Anyway, I have some weird and unexplainable fears and superstitions.  I am convinced that they are a product of past lives.

Now, those of you that know me well enough, know that I'm Anglican Christian BUT you will also know that I am probably one of the worst Christians ever.  Well, maybe not worst.  I haven't murdered anyone yet.

However, even though the Devil may welcome me to Hell with open arms and then realise he made a horrible mistake by letting me sit in his seat (I ain't getting up - that shit is comfy), I do mostly believe in a core fundamental of Christianity - love (which is probably why I don't know how to butt out of my friend's problems).  Although, I do take a lot of beliefs from other religions, such as reincarnation, and the idea that there could be more than one god (imagine a bunch of elderly beings sitting around a poker table arguing with each other (I know gambling is a sin but I never actually said they were playing poker)).

Back to reincarnations.  Basically, I had past lives.  Lots, if the list of fears and oddities are any indication.  I mean, I have an irrational fear of ALL natural water, and I don't even go in the deep end of a swimming pool if I can help it.  I can swim.  That's not the problem.  So.  Being me, I decided I must have drowned in a former life.  It's entirely possible.  Right?  I mean how else do I explain it?  Oh, and did I mention that lakes, canals and water with plants in are the worst?  I mean FUCK don't make me go near anything like that ever.  PLEASE.  Another weird thing about me is the fact that I find it physically difficult to share food.  I mean, how odd is that?  Once again, those of you who know me that it is ABSOLUTELY impossible for me to be starved.  BUT.  I food guard.  Like a dog.  How bad is that?! And once again, my only explanation is that I must have been starved in a past life... Maybe I was a slave? Or mistreated?  It's odd, right?  Just wait for it...  I have this weird kinship with the World Wars.  For some reason, the history and the sacrifice always hits me hard.  I don't know why; maybe I'm just really empathetic, but somehow (in my mind) I have decided that I was involved in the war in some way.  I could have been a nurse or even joined the army in World War II.  For all I know, I could have been a man.  I literally have no clue.  Like usual.

Talking about gods.  I full on believe there must be different gods up there (wherever there is), that basically argue about which humans get which guardian angels and all of the angels are so confused which is why so many people get all mixed up and injured.  I also firmly believe that there must be some gods that like to have a little fun and say "their lives are going really well, let's just give them a parking ticket!!" but some gods like that everyone is doing so well so they're all "wow!! Honey, you work those mismatched clothes and shoes!! Turn that into the next fashion trend!!  No one will laugh at you today!!".

So.  Yes.  I have some weird ideas of religion.  I may be Christian, but that doesn't mean I wholly agree with all the views.  But that also doesn't mean that I'm a Christian in name only.  I have my own views and maybe sometimes I agree with atheism but it's made me who I am.  Does this make sense to the outside world?  No.  It does not.  But it makes sense in my head.  I may not be accurate.  I may even make things up half the time.  I could practically have my own religion (there is a Star Wars religion after all).  But it's me.  Deal with it.

Shenaya xx

P.S. here's a photo of Raffi in a toy box.

Wet Butts and Joint Pains...

Yo, llamas!!

So you're probably wondering what's up (the sky) with the title of this little post?  Well, let me explain....

The day started off like any other day, we headed to class and blah blah blah.  Our teacher (well,one of them) can't handle our class and he's basically being really out of order and all due credit to the guy for trying to teach (he seems like he has a form of social anxiety and stutters) but maybe we're not the best class for him to teach and he's not the best teacher for us to learn from.  He tries to be strict but is strict about the wrong things or at the wrong time....  My friend Ahmad (shoutout - wut wut) basically got in trouble for doing his work and ended up throwing a bit of a tantrum (sorry dude - I'm just saying what I heard).  The teacher is just not right for our class, so now we may be able to get a new teacher if we talk to the right people...

Anyway, lunch came (10:45 to be precise but who's checking (we have a two and half hour gap)) and we decided to go to the park because it was actually a relatively nice day.  However, this being England, there had been some rain before.  We were just hanging out (shoutout to Krupa, Shoyab, AJ, Pasha, Palwasha, Roshan and Nathan!!!!!) and I decided to sit on the middle of a group seesaw (teeter totter for the Americans) thing and I suddenly realised - wait for it - I had a wet butt BUT (ha butt but) it wasn't the whole of my butt, just the right cheek.  So yeah.  MY UNDERWEAR IS STILL WET.  And no one believed me, so guess what? They sat there and got wet butts too.  Then blamed me.  Yes definitely my fault.  Idiots.  Lovable idiots.  But idiots none the less.  I should point out that none of us would willingly sit in an obviously wet place.  We're not that bad.  ALTHOUGH, you have never laughed so much until you dare a boy to climb up a curved piece of wood that once held a basket swing (it's probably about 6 or 6 1/2 metres tall) with no foot or hand holds (*cough* PASHA *cough*) and the he asks someone else (*cough* Shoyab *cough*) to boost him AND THEN we get butts in faces... these are not the kind of guys who want peoples' butts in their faces which probably made it more hilarious for those of use who were there.  By the way, he couldn't do it.

So why the joint pains?  I have this auto immune disease (basically my immune system is shit) and the doctors call it an "unknown connective tissue disorder".  So basically, I have arthritis.  YAY NOT.  I have it all over, not just in a few joints or one,  I have it in every. single. joint. that. is. in. my. body.  Did you know that it can affect eye muscles too?  So now my eyesight is getting worse (slowly but I do have to wear glasses - there not that bad but I still have to wear 'em).  So now my joints hurt because I did some physical activity with my friends in the park.

Don't feel sorry for me.  Don't pity me.  I don't want it.  All I want, is that you become aware that some people have disabilities we can't see and be considerate of that.  Understand the limitations these can have.  Don't say that there's nothing wrong because you can't see it.  I'm grateful that my friends understand this about me.  Sometimes, I can't walk as fast, and they don't care.  Sometimes, I can't keep hanging out on a piece of playground equipment, and that's fine.  And sometimes, I can't get into college that day, and they'll take notes.

I won't let this get me down.  I can live with this.  I am living with this.  Yeah, sometimes my mood gets low, and sometimes my joints hurts (okay, all the time), and sometimes it means I can't do certain things (D of E).  But that's okay.  And so am I.

I guess I just wanted to say thanks guys for making my lunch AWESOME today!! I haven't just had fun like that in a really long time and it was great.  I will also grudgingly admit that AJ is kinda sorta okayish.  Just joking, I like you, don't worry!! :P

Thanks for reading.  It became heavier than I expected but it helped to get that our there, so, thanks.

Shenaya xx

P.S. SHOYAB, how are you and your bruised ego? (I have not put the events that lead to this question in this post)

BLEUGH (Kinda)

Hey there, internet llamas!!

So.  A friend of mine (HEY SHOYAB) keeps asking when my next blog will be up.  Here it is, oh and it contains swearing - sorry (not really but suck it).

I've been having an okayish week up until about 4 hours ago.  Guess what?!  My USB memory stick (that one's for you, Mr C) has STOPPED WORKING.  It is now empty and when we ran recovery software, it recovered some stuff from YEAR 8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then the files I did need were CORRUPT JUST LIKE THE GOVERNMENT (that was a joke - I am not an anarchist (I promise)) but my files really are corrupt.

Anyway, I now have to spend (nonexistent) money to get all my files back because I AM AN IDIOT because those were pretty much the only copies of my files and I didn't back them up because I AM AN IDIOT.  I repeat.  I AM AN IDIOT.

So I'm just going to crawl into a corner and sob.  I mean, yes, that's melodramatic but I AM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE THE STUPID USB STICK HAS EVERYTHING ON THERE.  Including my CV.  So yeah.  Well done, Shenaya, you now can't even apply for a friggin' job.  My only problem (ha 'only') is that I can't figure out how the dang thing went all haywire-diddly-friggin'-fucked-up....  It was working fine yesterday, and this morning, then I looked at it this evening and BAM - fucked up.

OKAY. So.  Enough misery.  You llamas remember my last post about the photoshoot thing?  Well, I applied for an agency and I got an email on Thursday morning.  Thursday lunchtime came, and I get a phone call.  From the agency.  I mean,  give a girl some space, y'know?  Anyway, they invited me for interview THAT DAY.  And the eager idiot that I am, went.  Then, this morning, I decided to sign with them.  So, yeah.  I belong to an agency (the name's Bond.  James Bond.  Okay, so not that kind of agency but how cool would that be?!).

In other news, Raffi has GROWN.  And he's getting better with his training.  He's also found his bark.  I'm also kinda pissed with him, he's got this thing about biting and jumping up and EUGH.  I'm so tired, and so is mum.

Mum has managed to pull her achilles heel, so fun - NOT.  She's in a lot of pain but hopefully it'll get better soon (her achilles heel literally IS her achilles heel at the moment).

What else is happening in this disturbed llama's world?  Well.  Do you ever feel like you're the one that has to sort out everyone else's problems and its starting to become YOUR problem?  Like, it's wearing down on your psyche?  You're starting to feel like you can't solve all the world's problems?  Or even the problems going on in YOUR world?  Because, that's how I feel.  I love every single one of my friends.  And even if I say that people annoy me (because they generally do), that doesn't mean I want them to be miserable.  I WILL try to fix all their problems.  It's a real problem of mine.  Because I mentally can't do it.

I'm not trying to make any of my friends feel like a burden or like you can't come to me (because I know you lot - YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE BITCHES).  So.  No matter what, don't think I won't help.  It might just take me a little longer.  Because, unfortunately for all of us, I like you lot.

Anyway, that's the end of this post.  WOW.  I wasn't expecting annoyance, upset and happiness all in one post but it's me so.  Thanks for reading this rant/deep thought/update post.

Shenaya xx

P.S. I was thinking about doing some posts on baking because it's a passion of mine, what do the follower llamas think?

College, Confidence and Conversation.

Hey, llamas!!

I trust you're all doing well (If not, then at least ok)?  Anyone needs talk, just drop me a line and I'll get back to you as fast as possible!!

So, as you llamas know, I've been back at college.  Its driving me nuts.  They keep changing the timetable, and if we aren't having a change of times, its a change of rooms.  As a consequence, most of us are late to EVERY SINGLE LESSON.  This is seriously annoying because bad punctuality is one of the reasons we could get kicked out.  So.  Thanks.  THE MAN IS DRAGGING US DOWN.  I dunno.  Its possible.  AND.  We haven't really been set any work yet so we're all bored out of our minds, however, it has given me time to think about some things;

1) There's some drama going on between one of my friends and her friend who is also sort of my friend and we're all in the same class and I'm  not going to name names but now I'm caught in the middle when I was trying not to be and I have another friend who doesn't really know what's going on (neither do I, to be honest) and they're ready to give up on the friends and I am so confused and its giving all of us headaches.  So, yeah.  Take a deep breath llamas - I had to.

2) CONFIDENCE.  I can really struggle with this.  And I know I'm not the only one out there.  But here's a little story that may or may not help.  My confidence isn't the worst in the world and its not the best, so this was a big deal for me.

You know when you scroll through Facebook and you get the random suggested pages?  Or someone puts up a photo that's professionally done?  And it prompts your curiosity to have a quick look and maybe, just maybe, have the courage to book something?  Well, that's basically what happened.  I'd come across this photoshoot thing - invite only - that you have to apply for with a photo.  I'm one of those people that has to have the right lighting, the right make up and pretty much the right photographer to actually look good in photos.  So, anyway, my friend (Darshana) had taken this awesome selfie with me, and I decided to send it in.

Imagine my surprise when I get a call from a random lady asking if I was the one with the blue hair.

I'd decided I was going to do the free track and had gone for a photoshoot (yesterday).  I thought the worst that could happen was that I'd look awful and modelling wasn't for me, BUT, I really enjoyed myself and it really made me feel beautiful.  I had hair and make up done, I had changes of clothes and the photographer was getting me a little out of my comfort zone in the aspect of poses.  I was having fun.  And I came out of it feeling confident in my body for the first time in a long time.

And this confidence carried on as I found that I had the potential to model if I could get signed with an agency.  So that's what I'm doing now.  I have a portfolio!!! And I could be a model!!!!

In other news, I've been having some deep, meaningful chats with a few of my friends lately and I'm grateful that they feel like I can listen and give advice etc. but it really makes you think. My brain HURTS.  Don't get me wrong, I love my friends and I will never turn them away if they need my help or need to talk, but wow I didn't realise what a strain on my mind it had.

Anyway, that's all from me.

Shenaya xx

P.S. Shoutout to Shoyab for telling me that I could pose and that I could be a model (LUSM <3)

Here are some of my favourite photos.  By the way, THESE ARE COPYRIGHTED.

College and Llamas

Hello, llamas!

This is going to be a rather boring post.

In my last post I'd talked about some of the teachers being dicks.  Well, I was wrong.  About one of them anyway.  He's pretty nice, just strict but I don't mind because he seems to understand the passion that inspires us to do Business.

We'd been set a presentation to do on Friday and I'd thought that it was coursework so it counted as grades.  Apparently not.  They just want it to see what we're capable of.  Thanks for the panic.

We're pretty much free at the moment, with no coursework.  BUT. That will change.  Yay.  NOT. So, I'm basking in the fact that I have no work!!  And I'm bored out of my mind.  So, yay.  Not.  AGAIN.

OH!!! AND the class gets to go bowling tomorrow as a 'team building exercise'.  Which basically means we'll just be bowling and ignoring everyone else.  YAY.  This is going to be really fun.  Even if I suck at bowling. Seriously suck.  But I CAN'T WAIT :D :D :D

Since I'm back at college my posts are going to be a LOT more scarce.  And probably a lot more boring.  I really hope not.  BUT.  By next week, there will be one biggish story to tell.  So, we'll see how it goes!!

Shenaya xx

P.S.  I got a photo.

What is wrong with my dog?

Friday is a stupid day to start college...

Whaddup, llamas!!

I've had a pretty busy day.

I'm back at college.  YAAAAAY. Not.  Well.  Kinda.  I got to see a bunch of old friends (shoutout to Krupa, Shoyab and Ahmad - even though they barely know about this blog) and it was like we'd just come back from a weekend, not an eight week summer.  We fell right back into the easy friendship that we'd had before (keep in mind that we hadn't ween each other allllllllllll summer), and it was awesome.

Also, our timetable sucks.  Like, SUCKS.  They've extended the times so on Tuesdays, my class has to be in at 8:45!!!!!!!!!! How about, no?! Bear in mind, we've gotten so used to being in college later (okay, so 9:00 but STILL).  Then on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays; we're in for 9:15 AND we finish at 16:35 every day except Tuesdays (we finish at 12:30) so yay.  Not.  Again.  WHY?! *crying face emoji*  May not seem like a big deal but I AM LAZY.  Those of you who know me on a personal level, you don't actually realise how lazy I am.  It's not healthy.  Seriously.  It's not.  But, then, neither am I.  This explains so much, doesn't it?

AND.  We have new teachers.  THEY ARE ALL DICKS.  I mean we were in college for all of two hours and most people don't like them already.  How is this possible?!  Like, did God look at BTEC Business and say, "hmmmm, they look like they're having too much fun, let's add some dickheads in to make them feel worse"?  Because, if that's the case, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THE ANXIETY?!

On a lighter note, Raffi had his first puppy class today!!  He's the youngest at 9 and 1/2 weeks.  Raffi was terrified (we haven't been able to socialise him with other dogs because of vaccinations) as this was his first time in 'public'.

Raffi can "sit" and give us "down" AND a "paw", so he's doing good.  He gets distracted when walking on a lead, so that is going to take A LOT of practice.  BUT.  I am so proud of him and me.  I was scared out of my mind that we wouldn't have the basics down, or that I'd lose control of the dog.  We both did extremely well.

Oh!! And Raffi hates the car.  Maybe it's that he hates been restrained (I think it's a legal requirement), or maybe he doesn't like that he's not cuddled up with us in the front of the car, but he'll have to get used to it, because soon he's going to be too big for me to hold on my lap.

Anyway, llamas, I think that's the end of my rant/update/blog post.

Shenaya xx

P.S.  Here's Raffi trying to look cute.

By The Way

Llamas.

Mum said it sounded like she'd died.  She is very much alive.  Thought I'd just put that in there.

Shenaya xx

Be You

Hey there, llamas!

So I have a bit of a follow up from my previous post.  I'm HUGE fan of Buzzfeed and I couldn't really tell you why... Probably that it just speaks to me on a personal level.  This is one of those times.

If you haven't read my previous post, it was basically that you should do what makes you happy.  My mum used to say that if stripping and pole dancing was what made me happy, then she'd support me.  And I think that's awesome.  Not that I'd actually ever be confident enough to do that but it's the thought that counts.

This post is basically me telling you that you shouldn't compromise who YOU are for the sake of someone else.  People are going to get offended and people aren't going to like you.  It's part of life.  Roll with it.

So anyway, Buzzfeed.  I found this post on Facebook (I spend my life online - it's a problem) and it kinda spoke to me (as with most Buzzfeed posts) but I thought you'd like it.  This one is probably more for the girls out there but you manly men might enjoy it: Nicki Minaj is a Queen.

I was lucky that my mum was always supportive and that she never wanted me to be anything than what and who I was.  You might have people in your life like that, but if you don't, know that I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE ANYONE BUT YOURSELF.  *You're amaaaaazing just the way you aaaarrrrrrrreeeeee*

Now, I'm not really a huge advocate of Nicki Minaj, she's not really who I tend to listen to BUT she's kinda awesome, and she's all about respecting yourself and not letting anyone else stop you from being your best and you.  She sorta inspires me a bit.  Nicki Minaj may inspire me a bit but she inspires a friend of mine so much more... and she's actually a fan.. so.  Do me a favour?  Check out Froot Loop Queen, she's literally just starting out.  She's finding her voice and being herself and she needs to realise that being herself makes her so much better.

Shenaya xx

P.S.  Froot Loop Queen this post is dedicated to you.  Because you're my Kung Fu Ninja Tai Kwan Do Karate Jiu Jitsu Idiot.  And I'm you're Ant Eater.

The Next Academic Year

Hola, llamas!

So, it's the beginning of the school year for a lot of you (or your little llamas) and for the llamas that are known to me, that means exams and results and deciding the fate of the world (their world, anyway).  I sit here sipping my orange juice ((okay, so gulping) I'm not even sure why this is important) and I realised that I've been through a lot.  This is my last year of "high school" and I'm growing up.  We're all growing up.

To those of you who've just started a new school (and have suddenly become the small llamas on campus again); don't overwork yourself!! Remember that there will be plenty of time for you to worry about grades and grow up fast later on in your school life.  Now, I'm not saying that you won't need to grow up or that you shouldn't worry about grades because at this point in your life, a lot of things can ride on your grades.  I'm just saying that you need to pace yourself and don't get too stressed because later in life that could come back to bite you in your tushy (trust me, I'm a doctor).

To those who are just about getting into major years with lots of exams; work hard, start revising early, plan for exams throughout the year (it can impact how you write your notes, what you include, whether you prefer reading printed writing or your own handwriting).  And once again, take a deep breath and don't stress yourself out too much.  I'm not saying that you should revise from the get go (unless that's what you prefer and it's a tried and tested method), it's okay to have fun and to go out with your friends, just remember that it's no good to do that without any work at all.  Especially, if you want good grades (although, when it comes to grades, I'm probably not the best role model).

And to those of you who are like me and making decisions that could affect your future; don't worry.  I'm a big believer in fate and destiny and all that weird stuff.  Mostly when things haven't gone my way.  BUT.  I do believe that whatever happens, happens for a reason.  So.  If you aren't looking to go to uni with your friends, that's fine.  You're doing what's best for you.  Not for anyone else.  If you've chosen to do a degree in fine arts so you can work in a museum instead of spending thousands on medical training to be a doctor, that's fine.  Do what is best for YOU.  Not anyone else.  And if you've applied for a uni and didn't get in, take a deep breath and find out about any other ways of getting you where you want to be.  Whatever you do, don't give up.  Don't do what will make others happy, do what will make YOU happy.  I can't stress that enough.

There's been some drama within my friends lately and it's made me realise that I'm putting effort into something that is making me unhappy and all it's doing is making my mental state more fragile and affecting those around me.  So.  Don't be unhappy.  Another friend of mine nearly got pushed into doing medicine when she didn't want to.  By her PARENTS.  Don't be those parents.  Please.  The ones that push their kids into doing something that they they don't want.  Because in the end, you're making someone you love, miserable.

So.  I guess this post turned into more of a "be happy no matter what you do" post.  And that's fine.  I let my fingers guide me.  And I'm happy.  Because, in the end, what ever you do, whoever you are (whoever you do), whatever your age, if you're not happy, what was the point?  If you have an answer, I'd love to know.

This was kind of a heavy post.  This is what happens when I think of the future.  This is probably why I DON'T think of the future.  However.  I hope this helped someone.

Shenaya xx

P.S. here's a photo of the Devil on crack (AKA Raffi) to lighten the mood a bit

Beauty Tip... Kinda?

'Sup, llamas?

This is going to be one of the very few beauty posts I will ever do.  I'm no professional and will get away with the absolute minimum work that I have to do to look good (basically, a whole face of make up just to look like I haven't died and come back to haunt my enemies (which is something I've threatened to do - it usually works)).

Anyway, back on topic.  I recently decided that I was going to exfoliate my whole body and face.  I wanted nice smooth legs that all the boys could feel up.  I joke.  Seriously.  Kinda.  If a boy wanted to feel up my legs, I probably wouldn't be opposed.  I need to stop talking.

Back on topic. Take 2.  I found a recipe for this awesome coffee/honey/olive oil scrub and I AM IN LOVE.  My body is oh so smooth.  Forget about milkshakes bringing boys to the yard, this body scrub is DA BOMB and will bring boys to the yard to feel up my legs (sorry).

The original recipe is as follows:

1 teaspoon ground, unscented, roasted coffee (none of that instant stuff - PEASANTS)
1 teaspoon honey
2 teaspoons olive oil

Admittedly, I didn't think it seemed like a big enough amount (I'm not exactly a stick).  So.  In true Shenaya fashion.  I made too much.

BUT praise the Lord because it seems to keep.

However, don't take my word that this is the best in the world (I doubt that I have that much influence over any of you) because it may not be for you.  Find your own, improve them, let me know (I'm always looking for lazy beauty tips).  You may have a perfectly amazing scrub that you've bought from a pound shop somewhere (LET ME KNOOOOWWWWW - I'm broke).  That's your prerogative.

Okay, not one of my usual posts, but let me know in the comments if you want more!!

Shenaya xx

P.S. here's an interesting photo for y'all.  Yes.  That is a (somewhat) awkward handlebar moustache.