A Trip to Poundland

In my previous post I mentioned that I got asked for Identification when buying a “Big Kid’s Cutlery Set” in the pound shop the other day. Well there’s a lot more to that whole saga than just the hilarity of them being unsure as to whether to sell me a knife that isn’t sharp enough to break the skin on an apple. We went to the shop of wonderment in order to purchase the strangest thing we could find so that a friend could have nine pounds change for passport photos. Now the hilarity of finding the tackiest thing in the pound shop is something I think we can all appreciate. So let’s go on a photo-filled journey through the wonder that is “one pound’s worth of absolute rubbish!”

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Here is George with a prospective purchase-I don’t think he’s too impressed.

So first we have the Winnie the Pooh bib. This is more relevant than you would think as we are both members of the Magdalen College Pooh-Sticks society (it’s on Wikipedia so it must be true right?) and this did make me giggle. I think it really brings out his coloring and would be both practical and stylish. George did not agree. So we continued with our quest.

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Here is George with his sparkly stick. Slightly more impressed but I don’t think we are quite there yet.

Next we found this rather snazzy sparkly stick. George selected a green colour to match his equally snazzy military jacket (George was born into the wrong generation as he is far too dashing in period costume). As you can see from the photo this pleased us more than the bib did but I don’t think it quite summed up the tackiness we were really looking for. We had to leave the sparkly baton behind us and continue our search through this cave of ‘wonders.’

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George and the POISON!

And here we have George modelling the very fetching poison that comes in tasteful packaging with a fun theme. Would you trust poison from the pound shop? I don;t think I would. I can imagine everything ending up dead except the mouse or rat. Anyway this doesn’t fulfill our ‘tacky’ brief.

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Scarlett located this rather fabulous grabbing stick. It was incredibly useful for grabbing things of shelves and causing copious amounts of joy. There is something strangely satisfying about grabbing things using an extended arm than just with your own hands isn’t there?

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WE FOUND AN OWL! This is a rather fabulous lawn ornament that I think would bring a touch of class to anyone’s garden. Observe how it adds a touch of class to my face.

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Moving on to the seasonal stock these were some rather dashing customisable Easter bonnets. Perfect for keeping all the rain off your head in this English spring. Ah the weather we are having.

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Ok. Here we have it. The most terrifying item I have ever seen. This is a one legged plastic dog which opens it’s mouth when you use it’s lone appendage as a trigger. This photo does not do it justice. Everyone should buy one of these just so they can ward of their enemies. Or hoards of Dayana minions. Or the apocalypse. I’m fairly sure these dog things could scare off anything!

So that was our adventure into the world of pound land. Now remember if your going to use a big kid’s cutlery set use it responsibly. Don’t injure anyone! Don’t run with blunt cutlery!

The hilarity of hair dye!

So I said in my previous post that I would keep you all informed of my hair dying process. Now I have absolutely NO intention of making this a beauty or cosmetic review post (although I’ll link you to a good one) but I thought you’d all like to share in this-frankly terrifying- journey with me.

Don’t get me wrong I’m no hair dye virgin. As I’ve said before I’ve christened all of my breakups with a new hair colour but this is the first time I’ve ever bleached my hair. It’s…more than scary. So join me in my transition from dark purple-y red (also described as ‘satanic’ by a close friend) to blonde to blue. I am horrendously happy to be sharing this experience with you. As this process will be in stages I shall blog in the waiting around bits so it might be a bit weird but then again all my posts are weird so hurray!

20:00 18/02 (English dates obviously there is no eighteenth month)

I have started stripping the colour out of my hair. basically according to my extensive research I need to try to get as much of the dye that is already in my hair out of my hair before I can bleach it or it will go a weird yellow colour when I bleach it (aaah). I’m using Adee Phelan hair colour remover which is…fine. I can’t really pass judgement until it’s done. the packaging is very nice but the instructions are written as though this strange balding man is talking to me (side note why is a bald man selling me hair colour remover???) Anyway so far the only major disasters have been me knocking over the bottle and spilling some of it on the side of my sink (classic clumsy me!) and my general inability to sit still despite the wonder that is Netflix. I was a bit worried because reviewers online (yes I read reviews wouldn’t you if you were going to ‘chemicalise’ your hair?) said the stuff smelt really bad and I didn’t want to repulse my next door neighbor who I’m fairly sure thinks I’m mental anyway (I sing to myself). But even though it doesn’t smell in any way nice it isn’t half as bad as I anticipated. I can’t bleach and blue until tomorrow because the dye doesn’t arrive until then so I’m freaking out at mental images of this stuff making my hair a horrible shade of…actually I can’t think of any hair colour I would hate sso lets just say A HAIR CRISIS OF UNKNOWN GENRE might happen and I would have to go to lectures, latin and then boots with half my hair missing or something. I shall keep you posted. (Help 45 minutes until I discover if I am bald)

20:30 18/02

Man alive half an hour to go and I’m already bored. Normally I’d be sending people crazy selfies by now (mirror face for the win) but when you have all your hair piled on your head its not really fair on them. Sigh…back to this endless wait.

21:10 18/02

Ok so I’m kind of regretting doing this in my room. The instructions call for warm water and I have one of those annoying two tap systems so its more a frozen/mount doom situation. But it looks like it got lighter. Which is scary, I think it may be hideously uneven and the blue from where I used to have it dip dyed is completely revealed so it is definitely a hat wearing day tomorrow. I’m so scared to see this when it’s dry. Maybe I should bleach it tonight. No I’m far too tired. I’ll keep you posted.

21:24 18/02

Sprayed some conditioner in it and disentangled the bird nest that was my hair. ITS SO WEIRD! This is the lightest my hair has been since I was about seven years old. I may reward you all with pictures when it’s dry.

22:14 18/02

DO I LIKE THIS?

08:54 19/02

Well I’m ginger. This is actually awesome :D

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Incidentally…I may have done something silly and spilled the stuff that says to ON NO ACCOUNT get it on metal…on my cutlery. Now I must buy all new cutlery and a new mug (that’s not hugely relevant I just broke a mug yesterday).

19/12 The evening

So I still haven’t gone out and bought cutlery so I’m eating everything with a tiny plastic fork that came in a pot of pomegranate seeds (I am the very definition of ‘classy’). But that isn’t why you’re here! You want to hear about how I put bleach into my hair and killed whatever was left of it! Well that happened and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I mean the bleach smelt bad and I ruined a T shirt (an old T shirt that was already covered in hair dye I’m not THAT much of an idiot.) Then I put in the white toner and rinsed that out (this is such a kerfuffle.) NOW FOR THE BLUE DYE!!!

Slightly later….

It’s blue!!!! This makes me so happy!!! Admittedly the rest of my skin is also blue and despite nail polish remover it isn’t quite coming off-I think I’m going to have to look like a Lizard woman for a while….

 

25/02

Ok I have been neglecting to post this because I have been waiting to get used to the colour myself before I share it with everyone else. But in the meantime I got asked for ID when buying a “big kid’s cutlery set” in poundland…which was impressive. Anyway the blue is still beautiful and I am still marginally blue shaded but I don’t mind because I HAVE BLUE HAIR.

I’m going to stare at it in the mirror some more and then dance happily around my room!

Thankyou for sharing this awkward and bumbling journey with me-I hope it made you laugh….or cry….or just thump your head on the desk in desperation at my failure.

Judith!

It's BLUE!!!!

It’s BLUE!!!!

OPTIMISM!

Well my dearest reader clearly my pigeon poem didn’t do the trick as I find myself alone in life once more. Now stop looking at me like I’m a wounded horse I’m actually fine! I mean that. As break-ups go this is being surprisingly bearable as it was always coming (long story and not exactly mine to share so stop looking so quizzical I’m not going to tell you). No what I really wanted to write about was my arguably fictional ways of dealing with break-ups. Now this is NOT going to be depressing I swear (this blog has got fairly angst-ridden recently) so I promise you this is a move back to me expressing my eccentricities and weirdness for you to either laugh at or relate to.

So let’s jump right in!

The first thing I tend to do is get weird about sleep. I’m always fairly odd sleep-wise as I either sleep for hours and hours or I don’t sleep at all until I burn out and flop onto my bed like a zombie. But when I’m going through things I really hate sleeping in my bed. I don’t know what it is but I like to get out of the ordinary for a bit. So yesterday I woke up in a duvet nest under my desk. That made it sound like I didn’t know why I was there and that a duvet nest spontaneously formed around me-no I made the duvet nest in which to binge watch bad television and I decided it would be fun to sleep there. It was a surprisingly comfortable if slightly confusing place to wake up. Other fun locations I’ve woken up in in the past? I’ve woken up on the floor next to my bed a few times where I’ve woken up and just laid down next to the bed. That one was particularly odd and I think was a result of weird nightmares about Greek mythology. Hmmm where else? I’ve decided to sleep at the top of a flight of stairs before. I woke up to the feeling of almost teetering over the edge which was frankly one of the most terrifying situations I’ve ever been in.

Hair dye plays a hugely important part in my coping mechanisms. I like to change my hair colour whenever I’m going through something and this time I think I’m taking the plunge and bleaching it to go BLUE! I’m seriously excited and if it goes wrong I think I’ll just take up residence in the desk-nest and not emerge until the end of term. Or maybe I will use my strange new hairdo to intimidate others and get people to leave me alone when I’m feeling antisocial? Anyway I’ll let you know how that business goes as I daresay it will be filled with ‘hilarious’ mishaps.

I think breakups simultaneously make me more productive and less efficient. Is that possible? Well in my opinion yes.  I start blog posts I start short stories I make huge plans to get all my work done- I am a monster of organisation and creativity. But I don’t actually finish anything. My room is littered with micro managing to do lists and scraps of poetry scribbled on bits of coffee-stained paper. This makes it infinitely harder to navigate especially since the desk-nest is also taking up a lot of space in my not-so-humongous bedroom. But it is nice to at least feel as though I’m accomplishing something even if it is all a ruse.

Ok here is the only inconvenient side effect of this whole business. Not that the rest of it is a party. But this is the only thing that really bugs me.

I get more clumsy.

Now for most people this wouldn’t be a big deal but for me its basically ruining my existence. Today alone I had to spend 2 hours fixing my computer keyboard because I thwacked it with a fork (too long a story to explain) and I’ve smashed a mug which means I have to do more washing up if I want coffee any time soon (which lets face it I do). These inconveniences pale into insignificance behind the hundreds of bumps and scrapes and bruises I have sustained and I’ve only actually left my room about four times today.  My favourite was standing up from my desk, tripping over the corner of carpet that always folds over because it is badly positioned behind my swivel chair, almost catching myself by leaping like a goat across the room but then landing on a stray shoe in the middle of the carpet and finally falling over into a pile of shoes with a spectacular *thunk!* I am frankly amazed that I have survived the day.

Well what do you know? (that’s a rhetorical question I don’t actually care what it is that you know even if you know the meaning of life because it would be rude to interrupt me now) I actually finished one of the things I started. Does that mean I have to go back and edit that paragraph? No the point still stands. I’ve written way more words in this blog post than I have of the essay that’s due this time tomorrow. Never mind I love you all far more than I love Municipal Culture and Euergetism in the Roman World.

Please stop doing the whole “poor you” face. I’m feeling substantially less blue than my hair soon will be. Although if you did want to send me copious amounts of chocolate I’m sure I could put them to good use. *innocent smile*

A Valentine’s day Poem

Red is a rose
Grey is a pigeon
I think you’re pretty
Pretty damn bitchin’

Roses are red
Pigeons are grey
Won’t you be mine
This valentines day

Pigeons are vermin
Roses are not
Why don’t you love me?
I think that you’re hot

I’ll love you forever
A lot not a smidgen
You are pretty and clever
So unlike a pigeon 

This poem is odd
But still it is true
If you’ll be my pigeon
I’ll always love you

A Place for Everyone and Everyone in a Place-Including me?

I’m awestruck by how often I ask myself “Why on earth are you doing this degree?” My degree-in case you were wondering-is in archaeology and ancient history. Now if someone had asked me that question six months ago I probably would have laughed and flippantly responded with a casual “oh I don’t know…to be on Horrible Histories?” I am so very very witty I know (cringe). But even interviewing for the course I was never properly made to answer this question so I never came up with an adequate response. Now that I’m devoting ridiculous sums of money, time and energy into studying it I can’t help but feel I really should have been forced to come up with that answer. It’s really hard when you’re learning a language that people no longer speak so that you can read books the authors of which died so long ago that the authors of the books which are about those books are now also dead! You see how the spiral of angst and confusion leads down a long road of futility. While you can hope that the aforementioned long road will end in something pleasant like the ice cream parlor of self worth or the incredibly cheap shoe shop of fulfillment really I expect that the longer I travel down that spiral the more unnecessary I ‘ll start to feel.

And I’ve been feeling unnecessary for a while.

So! Its time to turn this rather depressing vehicle of thought around and attempt to focus on finding whatever pathway gives even an iota of worth to this thing that I spend all my time doing. Therefore, ladies, gentlemen and those who see themselves as any combination thereof (cue drum roll) I present to you…

(drum roll continues for just a little bit too long)

Judith’s List of Reasons her Life has some Relevance!

1. I give people an example of how not to behave.

This may seem rather self deprecating I’ll admit but I do think it’s one of my main uses as a human being. I think my examples of awkwardness, embarrassment, clumsiness and general all round life failure give people something that not only cheers them up but also makes them thing “hey! When I’m walking along a cobbled street holding a cup of coffee I will remember to pick my feet up an adequate amount so as to not cause me to trip and pour scalding coffee all over myself!” Now maybe this isn’t the most affirming route to that ice cream parlor of self-worth but I think it helps me to get there. I may never be thanked by the many onlookers who observe my bumbling mess of a life while trying not to openly laugh but I can feel deep inside that I’ve made their lives a tiny bit more…well informed.

2.  I could discover something revolutionary!

I have come to terms with the fact that if I ever dig up or deduce something from the ancient world it’s not going to change the world as we know it. That’s just a fact. The things I discover that happened in the past-they already did their bit in making changes so as historians and archaeologists we’re kind of reversing the normal path of discovery I suppose. When you’re a mathematician you get handed a puzzle and you have to work out the answer (something I really can’t do) but historians? We live in the answer and it’s the puzzle we’re trying to figure out. Maybe you don’t see that as relevant to the world. Well let me ask you this? If you had been handed the final chapter of your favourite book or only watched the final episode of your favourite TV show would that be enough? Of course it wouldn’t! Well it wouldn’t be for me-no matter how much I pretend I can’t actually read minds (or can I?). So no, I’m not going to change the way the world works. I’m not going to save the sea otter or produce the world’s first carbon neutral discotheque. But the things I find out are just as exciting and relevant to our world and I can’t wait to discover them.

3. I can make learning fun! (Naff music here)

All jokes aside I really would love to either write for or perform on a show like Horrible Histories one day. It would wind up all my passions (history, singing, acting, bad puns) into one convenient blob of employment. I really hope that they’re still making similar shows in 3 years when I graduate and are in need of a bumbling character who can fall on her  face on cue.

4. You all know the Greeks and Romans were cool!

You can deny it all you want-my degree is interesting. The amount of people who, when I mention what I study, say “oooh I wish i had done that!” is off the chart. Seriously who wouldn’t want to devote this much time and energy into studying people who had a God who thought  a great pick up technique would be turning into a swan? Or better yet a people who, instead of stopping eating all the cake just threw up so they could eat infinite amounts of cake. Now that is relevant to my daily life.

So no matter how many times I spiral into existential crisis in the coming weeks I will attempt to remember that my degree-while not world changing- is still pretty badass!

 

Sleep evades me….

The all-nighter is something which if you’ve ever been a student or-lets face it- just procrastinate a lot you should be familiar with. We all live life with this naivety that we will never get into the position where we have to stay up all night to finish something. I certainly did until recently. But in a world filled with the wonders of the outside world (or if I’m being honest youtube videos of cats doing strange things) it can be hard to stay on track and I’ve found myself having to stay up all night once every fortnight. Now this would be fine if I got enough sleep normally. But of course I don’t do things in a way that would benefit my life. Because that would be boring.

No instead I have the weirdest sleeping habits you could possibly imagine (ok so I just imagined someone who likes to sleep while flailing in a pool of unripened bananas so maybe I’m exaggerating somewhat, or maybe I just have an extra-vivid imagination, who knows?). My point is that I don’t get a lot of sleep. It’s not that I don’t try! I invented a “no more working in bed” rule so that I would have separate zones and my bed would only be for sleep. I also try not to drink coffee after a certain time and I don’t eat copious amounts of food before bed. I even got as far as writing down a routine that I had to follow just to help me get to sleep but all to no avail. This might not sound that odd I suppose. There are a lot of insomniacs in the world that I’m sure have it worse than I do but you don’t understand. 

Not sleeping makes me weirder.

I know I know who thought it could be possible but it is! A lack of sleep brings out my AF personality to maximum capacity! These last few days i have been clumsier than ever before. It was my birthday and so I was bought a cake by someone and while walking the cake to its eating destination I fumbled (classic butterfingers) and the cake fell unceremoniously to the ground. Thankfully it landed the right way up and no damage was done (let us all take a moment and pay homage to whatever cake protecting Gods were shining down on me that day) and it tasted amazing! But then not hours later I tripped over the shoes that I had foolishly placed in a semi-hidden part of my room and catapulted myself face-first into the weird shelf in my room. So now not only have I suffered the humiliation of cake dropping but now I have a socking great cut on my face that I have to explain the story of to every person I see. If only I could grow a splendid mustache I could cover it up. But then I suppose I’d have to explain the mustache….worth it.

Also the other aspects of my weird personality manifest themselves far more easily. For instance in the waiting around for a teacher to emerge section of my Latin class earlier this week I jumped onto the window seat/shelf and began to sing Frank Sinatra. To be fair this became less awkward when my friend joined in but it did confuse some of the more…normal members of our class. 

I’ve got more weird stories about me and sleep and I may as well share them now. The sensible thing to do would be to change into my pajamas and prove myself wrong but-call me crazy (don’t actually do that it would be mean) I just want to regale you with my witty repartee some more.

So let’s see…. 

There was the time I came back from a time leading on a children’s holiday camp utterly exhausted and slept for 15 hours straight. This isn’t such a funny story in itself and I don’t remember it (because I was asleep) but according to my mother she came in to check on me at some point in this sleep of epic proportions and she couldn’t tell if I was alive. Apparently I was asleep with my head under the duvet-presumably to shield me from the sun’s taunting rays- and wasn’t moving at all. To top it off I sleep with my ipod on underneath my pillow, usually with some kind of inane podcast designed to bore businessmen on the tube. This meant that there were various wires snaking out from under my pillow/duvet headgear. Mum swears she stood in the doorway of my room for about five minutes unsure if i was really deeply asleep or if I’d electrocuted myself. Apparently she wasn’t worried enough to attempt to wake me-I don’t blame her, I’m not good in the mornings.

Ooh I’ve got another one! 

There have been many times when I’ve woken up in the night or simply been unable to sleep and, as a result have made confusing decisions which, although they may seem logical at the time, never make sense when you wake up in the morning and discover the results. I’ve woken up wrapped in some kind of duvet nest that took me about 5 minutes to wriggle my way out of. I’ve found myself asleep on the floor next to my bed as if I decided that I’d sleep better if I was uncomfortable. I’ve found little notes written in my handwriting on my arm that just say things like “not now” but I rarely remember why I wrote them or what I shouldn’t have been doing at the time.

I’m pretty sure my tired decisions are way worse than my drunk ones. But drunk decisions is a blog post for another time.

I ought to get into bed now…..

Goodnight!!

Judith

I Lead a Life of Much Joy

Today my dearest reader I am doing some counting. No I am not counting our chickens-that comes at Easter time. Nor am I counting dollars or indeed stars. Instead I thought I’d brighten up what has been a marginally blue week by (at the suggestion of a friend) counting my blessings. That sounds far more naff than it is-I’m hoping it will be a joy-making exercise without making me want to vomit.

1. Health

I was going to entitle this “I am in good health” but decided against that because it’s not true. I’m asthmatic to the point where if I don’t take medication I run out of breath pouring a cup of coffee. Also as I’ve mentioned in a previous post I have the vision of a shortsighted mole that has been blindfolded by his mole friends in a bout of tomfoolery. Furthermore my clumsiness means I am almost always bruised and/or scarred in one way or another. But the fact that all the things that have ever been wrong with me have been easy to manage or fix is a huge thing. Also the fact that never in my life have I been removed from the office of a healthcare professional for singing in their face is a miracle in itself.

2. People

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Happiness, thy name is Anna

Now maybe the friendships I have back home are beginning to go a bit haywire and I’m almost certainly starting to lose touch with people (not difficult when your primary mode of communication with these people is snapchat) but I have definitely been blessed with a ridiculously fabulous best friend who is just as bonkers as I am. I’m pretty sure that if we ever lost touch she would run from London to Oxford and attempt to win my affection back through a combination of chocolate and violence. Incidentally she’s the only person from back home that remembers its my birthday on Sunday without the aid of Facebook-and that is true friendship right there. We can also recite the whole of the Yeo valley rap (look it up its amazing) and I think that proves that we cannot possibly be closer.

But don’t you dare assume that is where this ends! If you did assume that backtrack in your internal monologue and rethink your entire philosophy. No I am lucky enough to be blessed (still sounds naff doesn’t it?) with amazing NEW FRIENDS! This was genuinely my biggest fear about coming to Uni last October. I was almost certain that people would realise my weirdness, ignore me and before you knew it I’d be that girl that died in her room and no-one noticed until the body started to smell. But that (thankfully) isn’t the case. I have found amazing people who not only accept but reciprocate my weird! People who are perfectly happy to share facts about obscure animals (like the platypus) or who understand that sometimes when tickled I have the tendency to drop to the floor like a stone (its an odd defense mechanism I’ll grant you. Fight and flight seem to have passed me by and I resort to ‘play dead!’) To continue in the vein of being unbelievably corny I have to say that I would not have made it through this term without these people.

*provides bucket into which you may vomit*

3.Warmth

It seems odd but one of my greatest joys in life is that my room in college is warm. This may not seem like such a big deal but, having stayed in houses where the freezing temperatures cause the need to physically force yourself into the arctic air outside the duvet, I’d say its a huge benefit to my life.

4. Eyes

No this isn’t me counting the fact that I have eyes as a blessing. I have inherited various…less than great features and attributes from my family. I have webbed toes (not freakishly webbed just a little bit on 2 toes I’m not some kind of frog-woman hybrid) from my Grandmother, from my other Grandmother I get my chin. The less said about that the better. I have my Dad’s pale skin and lack of coordination.  But it isn’t all bad. I have my mother’s eyes. (In a jar. Only kidding!) Some days they’re blue other days they’re grey but I think they’re probably my best feature. I have yet to master a seductive eyebrow raise but as soon as I do I’m fairly sure I’ll be unstoppable. Yes this is a very vain blessing to count but dammit-I’m going to count it.

5. Talent

This is one of those things that is fairly cringy to talk about so I’ll just say the things and move on swiftly. I can sing fairly well. I can hold a tune and a harmony. I also play the guitar not that well but well enough to keep me happy. I write my own songs which, again, only really make me happy but that still counts. I like to think I’m a fairly good actress too but I’m beginning to doubt that so it’s less of a thing. I also write, but not well. Basically what I’m trying to say is that I like the fact that I can do things, I don’t do them particularly well but they bring me happiness so they still count.

I also have obscure talents which I am far more happy to share. I’m good at coming up with weird insults such as “you bulbous watervole.” I can identify a Bishop at 30 paces. I can dance if I want to. I can leave my friends behi….anyway….

6. ….relationships.

Urgh this is getting very cringy now isn’t it? I may have to stop soon or you’ll all begin to think I’m some kind of person with *dramatic pause* feelings! No in all seriousness I’ve been really lucky with relationships. Every guy who has ever reciprocated any kind of lustful or romantic and mushy feeling I’ve had has tended to be waaaay out of my league. I add extra vowels just so you can understand the awe this brings me. Furthermore I’ve not (yet) had to endure a breakup that has lead to not being friends. Its still awkward with exes but I’ve never felt the need to actively ignore mine. We coexist in a kind of “you stay out of my business and I’ll stay out of yours” scenario but they are also great friends when you need them to be. Also I’m very blessed that I haven’t scared anyone yet. I tend to get quite involved in things quite quickly (especially if I’m stressed or upset) and then mellow out a little bit later and so far I’ve always been allowed to get to the mellowing out stage without scaring them off early on. This all feels rather like I’m tempting fate. But relationships are great. Not always mind you. Sometimes they can leave you feeling unwanted and lonely (even when you’re in them) but I would say that 99 percent of the time I’m very merry.

7. Second Chances

I have been given more second chances than I deserve. Contrary to popular belief I am not a good person. I am needy, clingy and have catastrophically low self esteem a lot of the time. I’m not great at meeting people and I come with more emotional baggage that emotional terminal five. I also make really bad jokes about airports… But, even though most of the time I have in no way deserved them, people have offered me second chances. I’ve been allowed to get back in touch after I’ve forgotten to contact someone for a whole term. I’ve been forgiven for frankly insane drunk text messages (multiple times.) Maybe this just goes back to the awesome people I have in my life that they let me off when