So, my last post was MANIC PANIC and I'm here to state that you shouldn't put too much of that Rockabilly Blue hair dye in, because it turned my hands, my pillow case and my towel blue for two weeks straight. That's not to say it isn't good and I'm loving the colour - even the washed out colour is awesome - just be careful about the amounts used....
Anyway, how are you? Like, are you well? How's your physical and mental state? Mine's odd - both mental and physical...
So, you guys probably know by now that I'm not the best person to ever advocate healthy living - I usually hold people that can do healthy living somewhere between jealousy/respect and absolute contempt. I'm always more likely to go for the unhealthy option than the healthy one. Keeping that in mind, I've got friends that are really into the whole healthy living lifestyle and one has started a blog so check it out here.
Okay, so what's up with the title of this post? Well. I'm sorta feeling like I'm not really me anymore, just a ghost, tied to a place and not really being able to do anything, just haunt those around me. That sounds depressing. I didn't mean for it to be depressing. I just meant that I'm not really going anywhere or doing anything. Just work, work, work, work, work *cue Rihanna* - actually, I hate that song... Well, I like the beat but not much else, it tends to give me a headache. But, anyway, that's pretty much all that's going on with my life at the moment. Just working. I'm stuck at college - which EVERYONE, and I do mean everyone, is sick of. Oh, and my internet stopped working, I was ill, and now I'm behind on everything. AGAIN.
I was talking to Krupa today, and we started talking about how we would be when we FINALLY get to uni. We came to the conclusion that both of us would be better off. That's not to say that we're not being encouraged or that we're being put down or anything, but we just feel like we'd be happier as such. Almost like a weight would be lifted. Neither of us are staying at home, and we thought that we might be better off on our own. It's hard to put into words, but almost as if we'll be more motivated to live our OWN way and dare I say it - I think I would be healthier - once again, I don't think I can really explain it because so many people go to uni and aren't healthy or whatever - they're less motivated. I just can't explain it. I think our mental health will be better once we get away from the college, if not home as there is the whole stigma that we are still high school students because we haven't got out of sixth form yet. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my family, and all my friends that are still at home, I WILL miss them. I just think that it's time for the next haunting place in my afterlife (see what I did there? Poltergeist - ghost - death. HA. DEAD. You know, because I was laughing so much...? I crack myself up - it's sad I know).
Mum and I did actually get matching TATTOOS, which I love because it just embodies us. My mum calls me BunnyBear because apparently, I once decided to find out what two different species of animals would have as a child. This was my most successful, I'm guessing. Anyway, the tattoos are a cartoon bear wearing a bunny tail and ears, and holding a balloon whisk - with a pissed off expression - OF COURSE. Mum's tattoo has more of the quintessential "mum look" that every mother seems to possess. You know, the one that kinda says "I'm not sure whether I raised an idiot, or I'm just sort of disappointed? Or maybe I'm just angry with you?". Here's the photo of both of ours - see if you can work out which one is which:
Okay, so what's up with the title of this post? Well. I'm sorta feeling like I'm not really me anymore, just a ghost, tied to a place and not really being able to do anything, just haunt those around me. That sounds depressing. I didn't mean for it to be depressing. I just meant that I'm not really going anywhere or doing anything. Just work, work, work, work, work *cue Rihanna* - actually, I hate that song... Well, I like the beat but not much else, it tends to give me a headache. But, anyway, that's pretty much all that's going on with my life at the moment. Just working. I'm stuck at college - which EVERYONE, and I do mean everyone, is sick of. Oh, and my internet stopped working, I was ill, and now I'm behind on everything. AGAIN.
I was talking to Krupa today, and we started talking about how we would be when we FINALLY get to uni. We came to the conclusion that both of us would be better off. That's not to say that we're not being encouraged or that we're being put down or anything, but we just feel like we'd be happier as such. Almost like a weight would be lifted. Neither of us are staying at home, and we thought that we might be better off on our own. It's hard to put into words, but almost as if we'll be more motivated to live our OWN way and dare I say it - I think I would be healthier - once again, I don't think I can really explain it because so many people go to uni and aren't healthy or whatever - they're less motivated. I just can't explain it. I think our mental health will be better once we get away from the college, if not home as there is the whole stigma that we are still high school students because we haven't got out of sixth form yet. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my family, and all my friends that are still at home, I WILL miss them. I just think that it's time for the next haunting place in my afterlife (see what I did there? Poltergeist - ghost - death. HA. DEAD. You know, because I was laughing so much...? I crack myself up - it's sad I know).
Mum and I did actually get matching TATTOOS, which I love because it just embodies us. My mum calls me BunnyBear because apparently, I once decided to find out what two different species of animals would have as a child. This was my most successful, I'm guessing. Anyway, the tattoos are a cartoon bear wearing a bunny tail and ears, and holding a balloon whisk - with a pissed off expression - OF COURSE. Mum's tattoo has more of the quintessential "mum look" that every mother seems to possess. You know, the one that kinda says "I'm not sure whether I raised an idiot, or I'm just sort of disappointed? Or maybe I'm just angry with you?". Here's the photo of both of ours - see if you can work out which one is which:
Oh, and I had my hate-fest for Valentine's Day - BLEUGH. Yeah, yeah, I'm 19 years old and shouldn't be this bitter... but I am... and I can't help it - it's like a reflex. So, I got through that scarring day.
Raffi is going to have to go on a residential trip for training because he doesn't listen to us anymore. It's gotten pretty bad. He's 8 months old and 26kg - three women, all with some sort of joint problem can no longer train him, so he's going on a holiday. For three weeks. To learn how to behave. Hopefully. It's a source of tension at the moment.
He's standing on me.
Anyway, that's all that's happened in the past month. Oh, and HAPPY PUNCH A RABBIT DAY!!!*
Shenaya xx
*That rhyme you say on the first of the month - "pinch, punch, the first day of the month" - well, to stop someone pinching and then punching you, you say "white rabbit", and imagine a 4 year old me, in Reception (Kindergarten) and the teacher asks what day it is, now every other child says the day or the date, and the confused, idiot that I am, shouts out "It's Punch A Rabbit Day!!". Needless to say, there was a meeting with my mum.
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