If I belonged to any monarchy, my title by birthright would be Queen of awkwardness. When I say I’m awkward, I don’t mean a bit socially introverted and shy. I mean keeping my shoes and socks on during a massage awkward. SO you can probably imagine my reluctance to make beauty and spa treatments, as much as I enjoy fresh skin and manicured nails. If only a spa existed that made me as comfortable as when I’m watching Drag Race sans pants avec takeaway.
You promised this year it would be different. New Year Day came and you were hungover, then that Australian flu came and you, of course, caught it. You told yourself you’d wait till next week to really get into it, like maybe when you go back to work or school/uni. Now it’s fucking February and you’ve actually gained weight instead of losing it. Sound familiar? Well, fear no more. Here is my work out advice for girls (and guys) who are as lazy as I am.
You might hear the phrase ‘can’t wait to see the back of this year’ every damn year and be sick to the back teeth of it like at midnight we get ‘2017’ in a box and throw it in the Mersey like it’s a concrete object? Things have been out of my control this year but has this stopped me making the most of what I can control? NO. Here are my four resolutions that I achieved this year.
When somebody use to ask me, “oh how is sixth form going?” I’d usually respond very dramatically something along the lines of it being terrible, me being close to death, or just a prolonged stare that would leave the person in question, the person in regret. Continue reading “TEN THINGS NO ONE TOLD ME WHEN STARTING SIXTH FORM”