Honestly, today hasn’t been the productive day I was hoping for. If you’ve been following my blog or Twitter recently, you may have noticed that I have resits coming up. These resits decide whether or not I get to continue university and become a teacher – the one thing I’ve thought about for years. And yet, here I am with absolutely no motivation to revise or be proactive about it. In fact, the only thing I can build up the energy to do today is eat, watch Netflix or blog. None of these are what I’d planned.
I came back to the flat last night and the place needs a good clean. Then again, what do you expect when the people living in it are in work during the day and crash into bed the minute they come back? When I saw it last night, my immediate thought was “right, I’ll clean first thing in the morning”. Still hasn’t happened.
I wanted to blast through my notes for Wednesday’s exam so that I can dedicate my time tomorrow to Tuesday’s paper. The notes are in front of me but I can’t get past the first page. Hell I can’t even bring myself to read The Cursed Child which arrived today in the post! What sort of Harry Potter fan am I?
The final, and probably biggest, disappointment is that I want to be healthier. I want to look at chocolate and crisps and takeaway and say “no, I’m not having that” but instead I’ve binged out and already ordered dominos for 6pm today. Is this just because I’m having a lazy day or is it I’m simply a lazy person?
I think it has to be the latter unfortunately. I’ve always known I lack the get up and go gene that my sister has but I’ve never really accepted it. I’ve found myself today looking around my bedroom in the flat thinking about how to personalise it and make it somewhere I actually want to live. All of this probably isn’t helped by the fact it’s cold and grey outside when all I can think about is the heat and sun of Ibiza, my mind going back to this time last week.
If you have any advice on what to do or how to sort my life out, I’d really appreciate your help. Anything is better than sitting here wallowing in self pity for a situation I’ve got myself into.
And here we are, the last day of the month. Is it just me or did July last longer than normal? Might have something to do with being back at home with the family.
Tomorrow I’ll lay out my new goals for the month, but if you want a quick read of July’s goals before I discuss whether or not I successfully achieved them, read them here! Should start a little competition each month, see how many of you correctly guess how successful I was.
July has been busy. From the start, we’ve had Rachel’s trip to Romania, I went to Kesh, a lot of barbeques and packing, a drive up to Portrush on the north coast, our holiday to Ibiza, and now I’m in Glasgow!
What have you been up to this month?
Wow okay so I’ve actually got both of these to write up today, please be patient while I try and remember the last month! Or will I start with the week’s review? Yeah, let’s do that first and then come back later for a round up of the month. Here goes!
Monday, I was an abandoned child while Mum, Dad and Rachel all went to the beach. I lay by the pool and read to my hearts content, and yes I still have that review to write. I’ll get on that as soon as I’ve finished these two posts, I promise. When they came back, we had our usual dip in the pool followed by a pre-shower drink so that we could go get ready for the night ahead. As was our usual routine, we got changed in our respective rooms and then Rachel and I moved through to Mum and Dad to chat while they finished getting ready. As we started down for dinner, Rachel somehow managed to kick the door frame and ended up with a bleeding toe. Now, while this doesn’t sound funny here it was hilarious at the time. To be honest, her toe is still sore so maybe it isn’t funny… But it definitely was at the time. After dinner that night, we met José in Es Canar for a few drinks with Mum and Dad. It was a good night and we got back to the hotel around 2:30am.
Tuesday was more of the same, just lying by the pool and getting some sun while reading and revising. I accidentally fell asleep for an hour and woke up completely sunburnt on the back of my legs to the point that it hurt to walk. That night we said goodbye to 2 of our friends who had been going to the hotel for 10 years but they have decided that this year wil have been their last. There were quite a few tears, and the night ended reasonably early given the circumstances.
Wednesday marked our last full day. We said our goodbyes to some of the staff in the afternoon, making them promise to come visit us if they’re ever in the UK. That night there was a party of some kind in the hotel and everyone was invited however we felt extremely underdressed, even in some of our best clothes. There were people from Chanel there… Rachel and I were then to go on and meet José in Es Canar again for a few drinks and so we said farewell to yet more staff – it was painful, especially knowing they mightn’t be there the next time we go if and when we next go. After a few drinks in one bar, we went on the dodgems (I’ve a serious bruise on my knee to prove it) before having a few drinks in another bar and then on to a club after. As per usual, we ended the night on the beach before getting a taxi back to the hotel.
Thursday had us doing our last minute packing and soaking up the sun. It was also the worst day for goodbyes as we were properly saying goodbye to José and I honestly didn’t want to. I could have a platonic marriage to a 39 year old and live in Ibiza, right? We got on the bus and went to the airport and finally got home around 10pm on Thursday night.
Friday brought about a mad scramble to unpack and then repack for me. I got a new phone in the middle of it all, and then Granny H came up to the house for a Chinese takeaway and a catch up. It was a quiet enough day considering we were adapting to the delightful summer weather we get here in the UK.
Saturday (yesterday) was then a case of up early to finish packing and get across to the hairdressers. I was furious when I came out though. The prices have gone up to £34 for a cut and blow dry, my hair looked nothing like what I’d asked for, and when I voiced that concern the response was “well I did what you asked and there isn’t anything else I can do”. My hair looked like it hadn’t seen shampoo in a month it was that limp!!! So I came home and restyled it myself to look semi reasonable. We then went and visited Granny before taking me to the airport. I then flew back to Glasgow, arrived into the flat, and collapsed into bed. It had been a busy couple of days!
So today I’m going to revise and write a few more blog posts. Have a great Sunday!