Melanin.

Aaaaand we are back to grey weather! I suppose an extended stretch of sun was too good to be true for Costa del Deen but I didn’t escape the sun without picking a souvenir that’s been seared onto my back. I’ve had a fairly eventful past few days which included getting sand in my everywhere, birthday drinks with my flatmate (her birthday, not mine, you can expect a wee bit more fanfare for mine.) and a quick nip to see MamaLaw in London for a day and a half.

A shot of what I wore for cocktails with my flatmate:

 Blazer - H&M

Romper - Topshop

Wedges - Dorothy Perkins

Rosy Sunburn - Mother Nature

I didn't do much in London to be honest, saw my mum, walked around town, nothing much, so I didn't really take many pictures worth sharing, but safe to say it was nice to get some sun before flying straight back into the grey.

HAY FAMLEE.

A quick snap of myself with my uncle (left) myself, mum (right) and aunt (far right) in front of a novelty ice cream van before dinner, looking delightfully awkward (it must run in the family).

What's everyone else been up to lately?

- Diana xxx

The Next Episode.

We’ve been having a stretch of nice weather now, the sun is shining, the tank is clean (you probably know where that line is from.) and all in time for exams.

Exams. That require revision. That require us to stay inside. I’ve been camping in uni for the past few days in order to try and cram but my thoughts slowly turn to how much I want a cheese sandwich and I wonder if people are offended by me eating crunchy food in a quiet room. Lately my revision sessions have been failing, probably due to the fact I didn’t go to lectures enough. Damn it. So then I usually go run away and watch stupid films like this one.

Once you get out of the habit of studying, it’s a little hard to try and get back in the swing o’things, so I’ve been more or less faffing about and crying inside about how I’m dooooooooomed.

And now the weather’s starting to actually turn hot, and I’m not sure if I’d rather be roasting indoors or being sweaty outdoors. It’s not necessarily a nice heat either, it’s the sort of heat that turns you sluggish and you just want to fill a bag with ice cubes and use it as a pillow (just me? Okay then.)

A quick outfit picture for you all,

I swear I'm having a great day, just that Aberdeen was uncharacteristically bright.

AWKWARD ARMS FOR ALL YAY.

 Leather Jacket  and Maxi Dress - New Look

Bag - Aldo

Sandals - Next

I had an amazing Sunday filled with roast lunches and purchasing of pleasant cheese from Markie's, which is always the best way to procrastinate.

Cutesies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sadly, responsibilities are a-callin, so now I must bid you all adieu for now and pretend to be a reasonable adult.

- Diana xxx

Outrun my gun.

When you’ve been studying for hours upon HOURS, you jump at the chance to take a break, which is exactly what I did with Amelia when I came over to hers to film this masterpiece here before cracking back on till about 6. That is, 6 in the morning. Yes. I was slumped in front of the computer way past sunrise before giving up and taking a nap till noon that felt like 5 minutes. 

At some point in the day I slammed the laptop shut (I’m sorry lappy, MOMMY LOVES YOU) and loudly proclaimed I no longer wished to stare at slides concerning various mental disorders, and then shoveled food into my facehole continuously for five hours. Ah, life.

 

 

Casually pirating images from this lovely lady.

 Following that, I went to go watch magician duo Barry and Stuart that evening. I'm in the school of thought that you should treat shows as an occasion (that and I just really like gussying up real nice). Maybe the sunny bit that we're having right now (Why does the sun come out on the brink exams? I WANNA BE OUTSIDE. HARRUMPPH.) is part of the reason I want to wear dress and skirt type things.

The new Derpie doll! Thousands of poses! All of them awkward!

For someone who had about 6 hours sleep in 2 days, I think I clean up decently.

Dress - Dorothy Perkins

Shoes - Mel

But warm days come with cold nights, so I was casually bitching myself out walking home later. I was functioning on autopilot for most part though, so I finally crawled into bed. 

 I really need to get my studying butt back into gear.

- Diana xxx

I may have the biggest face in the universe and a generally undead look on my face.

But it does beat doing an unholy amount of revision!

Enjoy.

Aetiology.

So what does one do when deciding to take a break from scribbling down notes whilst holed up in a dark corner of the university at an unreasonable hour?

Blog, of course.

After a while, there is something that becomes familiar, almost comforting about this computer lab at night. But then again, every so often, the fetid smell of old energy drink, printer ink and B.O take away what ever warm fuzzy sentiments of the place fairly sharpish. A venture into the Edward Wright building without a good spritz or two of perfume is a foolish one in my eyes.

After a while, it seems like the people in here forget that they aren’t alone, I don’t mean that they start perusing unsavoury websites or start engaging in certain bodily activities, (that said, a man in the corner just picked his nose rather casually) but they seem to forget that they are in a public place. People start to giggle at their screens. The odd humming now and then. The occasional thought said out loud. I’m by no means complaining. It breaks the silence of being stuck in here and the droll monotony that comes with pretending that you’re revising really hard for exams. (Just me?)

Then you have some people in here for the long haul. Walking in at 7 pm, I overheard a man say he’s in this room everyday until 2 in the morning. I saw him last night dressed exactly the same so if I hadn’t heard that, I would’ve assumed he was here for over 24 hours. There are people walking in with bags of food and thermoses of various caffeinated go-go juice. In fact, there’s a couple of people in front of me who look like they made coming here a group effort, having some sort of crude potluck, passing around food between each other. I’m taking notes from these people and I’m not coming in here tomorrow without a can of sugar-free Relentless. And maybe a sandwich. Try as I might, I don’t think I can live on chocolate alone.

I don’t often leave here till after midnight, and if anyone would like to volunteer to cook me dinner at half-one in the morning, I shall be the happiest puppy EVER.

- Diana xxx

The Marine Hotel.

Jeeeeeeebus, it's been well over a month since I blogged!

I know I’m long overdue a post on what I did over the holiday and blah blah but let’s face it, when you have the attention span of a peanut it’s quite hard to get back on track doing things, so that’s kinda why I lost a good portion of my blogging mojo, and for most part, my get-out-and-do-things mojo, which is why Adventure Wednesdays is the much needed cattle prod to get me to go outside. Something about me needing  fresh air or something.

A serious contender for the Scotland's Biggest Thighs Award.

My buddy Jess, whose photos I steal. I STILL LOVE YOU.

An awkward 'I-don't-know-what-to-do-now pose'.

Dip dye jumper - Topshop

Shorts - Primark

Chuck Taylors - Office

Jacket - New Look

Jazzy hug-proof jumper bits up close.

 

I’m pretty sure when people think Scotland, they unwittingly think Stonehaven. Rolling green, castles, cliffs, horses in tartan blankets, fried things. It’s all here! I spent the day in wicked company, climbing all over things and exploring, getting covered in 18^th century mold with crashing waves in the background, and in times like that, you can't help but think life is pretty amazing sometimes.

- Diana xxx