Anhedonia

My first of three exams is tomorrow.

I haven't done any studying today.

I don't know much for tomorrow, yet all I want to do is lie in bed and listen to the blues all day.

Anaerobic.

I apologise for my absence yet again from the blogosphere. This tends to happen when you are a terrible human being and prefer to spend your internet time watching people make cakes competitively. Chocolate zucchini cake anyone?

In the meantime, I’m on day 3 of a brand new gym membership. I’ve always been on the pudgy side, but I’m not up for a long explanation justifying my body shape and desire to change it, nor will I go into a long spiel of how every body is beautiful and different and special in it’s own way. Bottom line is I’m a pudgy kid and I want to change that. And to do so, I need to flail around in a very organized fashion aimed to shrink said wobbly bits, but amidst that, here’s a little nugget of innernet funnies I find relevant.

 

 

You can find more of this here. Go on! Click on the caffiene induced madness!

And of course, I couldn't start a gym membership without a cute outfit!!

BABE.

I know I'm totally rocking that whole angsty Changster (who needs grills when you have a retainer, amIright?) look with my copious amounts of swag, from my Primark tracky bottoms, carefully worn out tennis shoes and ironic hoodie. That whole "I-know-I-look-badass-but-I-spend-my-weekends-playing-DOTA-in-the-basement."

That's a joke, I don't play DOTA.

But being the sartorial genius that I am (I kno this outfit is totez adorbz guyzzz), this ensemble is not only totally stylish but also very practical, as the thicker tracky bottoms not only absorb the sweat from my pasty jiggly bits but also protect me from the harsh Aberdonian elements, and the hoody acts as a barrier from the pissy downpour that greeted us this morning. Plus, it's the only other hoody I own. The other one has a dinosaur and balloons on it. You can guess which one is more socially acceptable.

So that's just a quick update from me, I'm off to do more glamorous things now in glamourous Aberdeen (read: shower then make lunch in my dressing gown) so toodaloo!

Diana x x x

Dentine.

Hell is never-ending dental work.

Over the past week, I have had, in no particular order, teeth scaling, a root canal and the removal of two wisdom teeth, all on various days.

The most recent addition to the dental party are a set of braces fitted into my mouth to push my teeth outward, therefore requiring me to wear a retainer-like device, and the removal of a canine to allow the rest of my teeth to straighten out and close the gap, which could take anywhere from a few month to a few years.

As for the braces, on the bright side, as opposed to having wires on the front of my teeth, I have a small, removable (although it is highly recommended that you don't) plastic device fitted behind my upper jaw in order to push the teeth outwards. While I am thankful that the braces are barely visible, the downside is that I now sound like a slurpier, less articulate version of this guy:

If you haven't seen The Dark Knight Rises yet, do it. 

 

 

 

Needless to say, the brace and the gap in my smile are massive blows to myself esteem, the braces especially so because I've developed a pronounced lisp because of it. At the very least, I've always been able to fall back on my ability to be chatty and conversational in any situation, so whatever hinders that, no matter how temporarily, has definitely set my self-confidence back a lot.

The sizable gap in my teeth doesn't really help either.

Overall, I'm feeling a little sorry for myself.

Or shorry for myshelf, if my current oratory skills are anything to go by.

Big shlurpy kisshesh,

- Diana x x x

XXII

I can now safely say that I have been on this planet for more than two decades now, starting from when I left the womb a squalling, tiny baby, hungry for life and milk, to this overgrown whale full of fried wontons and cake. It is moments like this when one takes a moment to deeply reflect on one’s life and it’s progress thus far and truly think about the differences one has made in this grubby world that we live in. To think about deep questions like, “Why do my inner narratives sound like they’re voiced by Anthony Bourdain?” 

Yay for role models!

 But whether or not your spirit animal is an irate, yet wholly entertaining celebrity chef and television personality, the entrance into full-fledged adulthood come with many things, some good, like ice-cream cake and some bad, like an existential crisis. To think about all the things that lay ahead of you, but be reminded that you generally fail at life. But even then, that’s okay.

With grown-up responsibilities (I hear you snicker) on the horizon like the need to seriously revise for impending re-sits, moments like this can be fleeting. But as with everything in life, sometimes it’s okay to have a guilt-free moment being an utter waste of space and a burden on society for just one day. After that, keep that guilt a-comin’.

Because nothing says BIRTHDAYYY like being pelted with a bucket of confetti. My brother is a devious man. :D

I look unintentionally sinister here, but rest assured, it is due to lighting and cake.

So here's to turning 22, and here's to hoping I can make through the next 22 years, and then some.

- Diana x x x

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.