Tricky Situations..

Hey, llamas!

Life is a fickle bitch.

Ever have those days that from the get go, EVERYTHING is overwhelming? And it feels like someone is pushing down on the top of your head try to drown you in quick sand?  I'm sorta feeling like that.

It started this morning when I woke up late because I switched my alarm off (for the fourth day in a row).  I then proceeded to get every one of my daily routines wrong (I have to do it in a certain order - don't ask) and I burst out crying (quietly) in the back of the taxi that takes me to college.  By the time I got to college, I felt like crap and then proceeded to want to get the group work done (SHOYAB AND KRUPA) and of course, it was not done.  We then all realised we had work that had to be done for the afternoon and only had about half an hour for lunch.  We then had an afternoon lesson where the teacher kept asking to evaluate ourselves... ummm.... I'm lazy, unmotivated and have so many quirks that I could make at least a hundred men look like they're smirking.  So.  Fun. And, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE ASK IF YOU'RE OKAY IF YOU'RE QUIETER THAN NORMAL?!  Quite seriously though, for those of you who read my blog, thank you for caring.  For making sure that I'm alright.  You have no idea how much that means to me, so.  Thank you.

I was relatively okay for most of the afternoon (apart from me feeling like crap) until I realised I had course work in for 8pm - I got it in with 14 minutes to spare!!  Woot woot!!!  AND THEN DRAMA HAPPENED (as always with me).  Two of my friends got in a fight (verbal) not too big of a deal except for the fact that one of them fluctuates moods and the other is a sensitive teddy bear on the inside.  They're both admitting it was a stupid argument but I can't work out if they're pissed off or upset or what.... so huh.

That's pretty much my day for you...

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE....

Not about my day but just some thoughts in general...

Remember when I used that coffee olive oil sugar scrub thing? Yeah, don't put it on your face... that photo I uploaded with the moustache made me red and bumpy and itchy.  So.  Bad idea.

You llamas seem to read everything about me and my whiny self.  Kinda like a confidante.  My mum is my other confidante, she knows pretty much everything about me.  And I do mean EVERYTHING.  She always helps.  I recently had a friend tell us that we were almost identical in our movements and mannerisms, so much so, that it scared her.  That's how close we are.

Now, I have a question for you.  Who is your confidante?  A family member? A friend?  Or do you have a therapist/counsellor/psychotherapist/psychologist? Because it's not anything to be ashamed of.  I had one, and look at me.  I'm fine.  Right, that's why i'm writing this blog..... because I'm fine. SuuuuUUUUUuuuurrrrreeeeeeee.

If you don't have a confidante, and you need one, drop me a line in the comments or, I don't know if you can see my email address anywhere on your screen, but you can email me there... and put "FOLLOWER LLAMA: PROBLEM" in the subject line.

Aaannnnndddddd I think I'm done not making sense today.

Shenaya xx

P.S. here's a few odd pictures for you!!

So this is Krupa, she doesn't like her torso being touched... and I hugged her.

This weird, sexy thing is Ahmad.  He's wearing a cape blanket thing... and lets us put mascara on him.  He puts up with so much shit from us.

And the sexy man in the background is ShoyShoy (Shoyab).  My computer hasn't uploaded any good photos of him (I'll upload it when it transfers from my phone to the computer)... CURSE YOU APPLE, WORK PROPERLY!!!!!