100 Little Things....

So I came across a post in the blogging hemisphere of the interwebz last night that I found pretty interesting and thought I would steal the idea and create my own. It was a list of 100 little things to do in the next year of your life to make you happy. Now I have a busy year ahead of me so this will be 100 things to do in life...

Finding the Niche

Bloggers. There are millions of us, writing and giving our opinions on whatever we feel people should know about. Success as a blogger is also something that not many of us really reach when comparing the statistics. There are thousands of bloggers across the world who think that what we do is easy: we get sent free stuff, we write about it and we get paid. Right?

Taking time to nerd up my blogging skills!

The Life of an Obsessive Compulsive

Ask my Parents and they will tell you I am not the most tidy of people. In fact when I was younger, there was a floordrobe instead of a carpet. When I come back from uni, my stuff literally overtakes the entire house and things begin to look messy and cramped. Ask me and I will tell you I hate it.

Armed and Dangerous!!

Death of the Safe Deposit Box

When I was a kid I used to play at being a princess and being rich. I'd have jewels and wads of money and tiaras galore; precious things I would stash away at the bottom of my dress up box, next to the stethoscope and ballet shoes. As I got into my teens, I got a job and my money was stashed away in this handy thing called a bank account. The older I get the more I worry about where to keep my valuables, from important documents to family heirlooms (of which I actually own none.. yet) and that's when I remembered: the big banks offer these little boxes for rent that are just like mini vaults!! Not that I need one but I got to looking at which banks offer the best deal on the wonder known as a safe deposit box, only to find that actually, no one really offers this service any more.

WHERE THE HELL AM I MEANT TO STASH MY TIARAS????

Who I've Become...

It is said that our personalities are formed by the age of 7. I cannot remember much about being that age, apart from wanting to make sure everyone else was okay and happy. I can remember that feeling of pride when I would help with folding the washing (pairing socks is serious business) and the swell of happiness when my parents would come back from a good parents evening. I did that, I made them happy.

Don't even know how old I was here.. Maybe around 6ish?

Cheeky Compliments!

Ever whispered something a little cheeky to someone you like? Were you the one they whispered to? At some point in our lives, when we reach the older end of our teens and beyond, we seem to come into ourselves which gives us the confidence to give each other cheeky compliments! Today I wanted to look into this a bit more and share some of the things that have been said to me....


Ahh Joey! :D I know many a man who has tried that line!

Regrets: Turning Back the Hands of Time

I think I've done a fair amount in my 22 years of life. I've traveled lots, I took A Levels and went to university. I've had a job I kept for 3 & a half years and another I've had for 2. I'm pretty confident around other people and I know my own mind. I've been to a festival, I've partied until the sun came up and I've been on the edge of love. But I am far from perfect. There are things I wish I could have back and there are things I regret deeply, so today I wanted to talk to you about regrets and wanting to turn back time (I know you all want to break out into song... I did!) to have a do over.

Me at age 16

A Step too Far for Feminism??

I rage about this topic quite a lot. I'm all for burning my bra and having equal rights as a woman but lately Feminism has just become a political volcano that could blow at any given moment if someone says something wrong.

You Better Work, B*tch!

Good old Britney knows her shiz. If you want something the you gotta work for it!



Personally, I'm not such a fan of the singer but her words do hold a grain of truth. So many people today want to take the easy route, without putting in their 10 000 hours, but that's simply not how the world works.

Back to Purgatory

I flew back to France yesterday and surprisingly it hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be! I am moving house this week on top of an exam and a 10 page essay to finish, so it's going to be a busy week!

I have however, returned from England with a new attitude towards my life here in France for the next 6 months. I met a lovely girl from my British university on my flight and by chance we were sitting next to each other on the plane! She reassured me about my year abroad and helped answer a few questions about my future when I go back home for my final year........

Let's Blog!

I don't know if you've heard but setting up a blog and hosting it yourself can be a little costly and for me, a student, I just can't afford it right now! So while I save up and gather more followers (yes I am talking about you awesome lot!) I will be posting every single day, lest I be on my death-bed and physically unable to type!

Reflections of 2013

T'was the night before New Years and all through the house people were drinking... even the mouse!
I am also reflecting over 2013 as a year in general. The last year has been difficult with a relapse of depression which I will talk about in more detail in another post, a complicated flat mate, a break up and even the end of a 10 year friendship.
So given the highs and lows of the year, here is a round up of the best and worst parts of 2013 and all the lessons they taught me! :)

La Vie Française: it sucks!

I am currently sat in a class where the tutor expects ridiculously fast writing from you to the point where my hand cramps up in every class. I tried to take a picture of an image on the presentation and was told not to take it and yet there was no information on where I could find the image. No, in fact I'm meant to be a mind reader and must automatically know these things!! Obviously, how foolish of me!