sophie didn't do anything at all.

Monday, 23 December 2013

/ fitness / it's getting a bit scary now

My fierce competitiveness got the better of me last week.

I was on the treadmill - 3 miles into the 10 I had planned to do that day - and something clicked. It was too hard. I couldn't go on.

I was literally bawling in the middle of the gym.

Embarrassment aside, it gave me a cause for real concern. Pretend-limping off the treadmill towards the stretching mats so onlookers would feel a torn calf had justified such a reaction, I was all set to give up and go home. [this is surprisingly hard to write about - I feel like such a failure]. 

I've always been stubborn. No small obstacle will get in my way and sometimes I go too far to prove myself.
However, as I've mentioned before, my fear of failure can sometimes, very rarely, get the better of me. Coupled with a deep set competitiveness this is truly a detrimental mix. 

Anyway, this Tough Guy race has been giving me nightmares for over a month - they are no fun. Claustrophobia has never been an issue, but in dreams your mind twists things and makes them a million times worse. Just imagine nightmares dominated by tight crawl spaces, freezing temperatures, heights, drowning, being unable to see, pain etc. I've starting shouting and screaming in my sleep, and quite often I wake up crouched on the floor - it's like something out of a horror film. Aside from these haunting images, I'm getting a reduced amount of sleep. Great. That's going to help. 

Anyway, this particular workout I was clearly too tired and too emotional to attempt - but being the stubborn fool I am - I did anyway.

You'll be pleased to hear that after a little break, some water and an apple I hopped back on the treadmill and completed the other 7 miles. And a weights session. And a 2 mile interval workout on the spinning bikes - and a 1k sprint on the rowing machines. I am the machine.

It's just my hormones probably. 

Hopefully, these nightmares will make what I actually face look like child's play. 

I went home and ate an entire chocolate bar.


I just wanted to make you all to know it's okay to cry in public when you're a woman - it's what's expected...


Sunday, 22 December 2013

/ going against my instinct

As someone who has blogged for a long time (rememnber this is now my third venture), it's hard to break the habit. 

Recently however, I read that we spend more time trying to document our lives than actually living them - and I guess that has somewhat a piece of truth in it. 

Whenever I went to a new restaurant - I would photograph my food.

New make-up - couldn't be used until I had taken product shots on a carefully laid out background.

An interesting OOTD - well quite.

So this year when my boy allowed me to open my presents three weeks early (naughty I know) - I put my camera away. We sat and enjoyed the mess and didn't worry about whether the room had the right lighting for some artistic shots.


ps. I don't use my instagram either.

You probably knew that.


Monday, 16 December 2013

/ review / Adam the Doodles Man + Rover the Doodles Dog

This is somewhat a misc. post - I do have an artistic side don't you know!

Given my love for photography I was sent these two bad boys to see if they fit into my quirky decorative family. I have a wooden mannequin tucked away somewhere, but who could resist these!

They are awesome.

After the unboxing, my boyfriend was playing with them on the floor - they are so boy proof - I'm guessing very durable.

They're so malleable and stable - Adam the Doodles man has now been in any conceivable position possible (including the underside of my desk - don't ask!)

We went to Nunnington Hall today and I thought the duo would enjoy the walk. 

We were all pretty shattered after that :)

In all seriousness, if you are a budding artist or just looking for a durable ornament - this duo is for you. I've given them to my mum and despite the beating they took throughout the day Adam and Doodles are still going strong.

Adam -



Tuesday, 3 December 2013

/ beauty / review / Vichy - Idealia Smoothing and Illuminating Cream

I've been so excited to begin using some of my British Beauty Blogger product samples.

The claims
Its formula enriched in Kombucha 3%, vitamins and polyphenols helps visibly smooth the appearance of wrinkles, providing a more radiant, youthful looking complexion.

The reality
My god. My skin definitely needed some loving - this winter weather is playing havoc, and the application of the smoothing cream calmed it all down. 

Now, Vichy specifically mentions the smoothing of wrinkles (something which thankfully isn't an issue) but I have started thinking about anti-aging in the preventative sense. Anything that smooths the skin can't be bad surely?

Idealia is very light - almost a gel - and applies so easily. It has a refreshing scent and ten minutes after application my skin feels so soft and (I'm always hesitant to use this term) radiant.

My only complaint is the lack of SPF, but I guess that's what thickens up the texture, so I'll just have to avoid the sun.... ;). 

Terrifyingly, I'm approaching an age where skincare has to be a top priority in my beauty regime, but as far as the Idealia cream goes I might have a shop around - so to speak!

If the product takes your fancy it's available in Boots for £22.00 (50ml), but if not, what do you recommend?

Oh, and the cream is pink. Fabulous.

love sophie



/ food / Jamie Olivers 'Peter's Lamb Curry' - the return of the naked chef

We tried something ambitious in the house recently.

2 tablespoons of butter
2 x 400g tins of chopped tomatoes
285ml stock
1.5kg lamb
1 handful of chopped mint and coriander
285ml yoghurt
salt and pepper
Lime juice

Hot and fragrant rub mix
2 tablespoons fennel seeds
2 tablespoons cumin
2 tablespoons coriander
1/2 tablespoon fenugreek seeds
1/2 tablespoon black peppercorns
1 clove
1/2 cinnamon stick
2 cardamon pods

Curry paste ingredients
5cm ginger, peeled
2 red onions, peeled
10 cloves of garlic, peeled
2 fresh chillies
1 bunch coriander

What next?
I'm such a good blogger. artistic
heat your oven to 180
1) lightly toast the fragrant rub mix in the oven.
2) Puree the the curry paste and toasted fragrant rub mix
3) In a large pan, fry the mixture in the butter until it goes golden

4) Add the tomatoes and the stock or water, bring to the boil, cover with foil and place in the oven for 2 hours.

Insane colour change. Developed.

5) Simmer on the stove until it thickens
6) Fry the lamb until golden and add to the curry sauce. Sprinkle with the coriander and mint, add the yogurt.

 You can really play around with this recipe - I didn't even use lamb...

Be careful when you puree red onions. The little buggers.

love sophie



Monday, 2 December 2013

/ beauty / British Beauty Blogger Box II

I missed out on Box no.1, so was determined to get my order in for version 2.0.


[spot the difference in my photos. I dare you.]

When it arrived, I was properly shocked by it's weight - that thing was crammed with products.

For £22 it's a lovely way to try out all those products you never would (and start planning Christmas presents!!).

2. Bourjois Eyeliner
3. CND Vinylux Nail Polish and Top Coat
4. Indeed Labs Hydraluron
5. L'Occitane Angelica Cleansing Gel
6. L'Occitane Angelica Face Toner
8. La Roche-Posay Redermic Dermatological Anti-Wrinkle Treatment
9. Mandara Spa TRopical Blooms Softening Bath
11. Rituals Car Fragrance
12. REN Glycolactic Radiance Renewal Mask and Invisible Pores Detox Mask
13. Rouge Bunny Lip Gloss GLEAMING TEMPTATION
14. Urban Decay Moondust Eye Shadow in Zodic
15. Roger & Gallet Bois d'Orange Huile Sublime
17. Washi Hot Cloth


Where to begin...

love sophie



Sunday, 1 December 2013

/ fitness / another update

My closing statements in my last update were a tad off the mark it would appear. Where I claimed that Men's Health would be the end of it for the foreseeable future, what I meant to say was that I would be easily convinced to enter an even harder, more physically demanding and genuinely terrifying race.

I guess completing Men's Health Survival of the fittest really gave me the fitness bug. I'm not claiming to be the epitome of fit here, don't get me wrong, but I am enjoying the constant struggle to better myself.

So, on the 26th January I will be running the Tough Guy race, 10 miles of grueling obstacles, tears, and general pain.

Ross will be my sidekick once again, but I might need an entire team. Tough Guy claims to be the world's most demanding one day survival ordeal and with good reason. Up to one-third of competitors fail to finish (or so I have heard), and the 25 obstacles put you through all manner of torture (barbed wire, burns, dehydration, hypothermia, electric shocks and so on...).

I think I'm going to have to have a stern talk with myself during this race - this one definitely isn't for the faint hearted and truly, I'm terrified. The idea of crawling through tight spaces scares me. Swimming underwater scares me. Climbing over a 14m high cargo net scares me. The 40ft climb scares me.

Okay. Everything scares me.

If When I finish, I'm going to be a very different young lady to the one that crossed the start line. 

love sophie




Sunday, 24 November 2013

| fitness | Men's Health - Survival of the fittest

I bloody well did it.

I actually crossed the line

If you've read my previous posts - you'll know how nervous I have been.

My fitness
As with the Spartan Race I didn't go into this completely unprepared. Following the very physically demanding summer, I didn't really wind it down once I got to Uni. Obviously the training schedule needed reassessing (lectures need working around) and essays had to take the priority. 

I felt a lot more confident running, and setting my own pace. Spartan taught me that I can really only go as fast as my body will let me, so there is no point in trying to aim higher. My jog is still borderline walking, but hey ho.

We're essentially beginners in a somewhat unforgiving environment. And we're doing just fine.

Race tactics with my dad. Ross takes it seriously
The day itself.
Ross was running this one with me. Our team has shrunk a little since the summer due to commitments and injury, but we both felt we wanted to prove ourselves.
We woke up at 7.30 and had a light breakfast. The night before we had well and truly tested our stomach capacity and felt a bit groggy - but we both knew we'd be grateful later on.
Because our heat was at 2.45 we had the entire morning to mope and allow time to pass, so obviously  constructively posed for pictures...

We did some careful stretching in the garden (it was such a beautiful day) before heading into London. My dad drove us as far as Putney (where he was umpiring a rowing race) and we hopped on a train to Battersea Park. 

This was about 12.30, and already we were feeling sick with nerves.

Arriving in the arena I was struck by how many people there were but registration was really quick. One of my favourite parts of these races is getting another t-shirt (the medal too!) but who doesn't love new clothes.

It was still sunny at this point, so we weren't too worried about the cold.

That was until we saw some of the obstacles.

The ice pit looked the  best.

Fifteen minutes before our heat we got shepherded into an enclosure.

The race

I'm sorry I don't have any 'during race' photographs - we didn't have a support team so the camera got left firmly in my bag. Even the professional course pictures didn't turn out too good, so you'll just have to use your imagination.

The hay bales to start were huge. So was every single obstacle we came across. Ross was probably the only reason I got round, he was there guiding me through every challenge I came up against.

This was definitely a manly course - I struggled a lot towards the end because my upper body just couldn't handle the constant onslaught, and I guess, I had undertrained.
The worst section was a 2 mile run along the river, my jog dropped to a pathetic shuffle but Ross stayed directly behind me so I didn't stop.
Traffic cones are heavier than you think.
This course felt very manly - think a construction site, mud and a firehose. We had to carry beer kegs and scramble through cars, lorries and tyres.
The people who helped me over the final famous 'wall of shame' are probably the best people in the world.

Our time was 1.22.14.

I am so proud of us for finishing.

Post race
I'm going to be honest here. We massively misjudged how our body's would react to the race, and it was a bit of a disaster. Foolishly, we both ate only a biscuit and an apple for lunch pre-race - as our stomachs were so unsettled. This didn't affect our race progress too much, but we both had a huge sugar crash after completing. We were fine queuing for the official photographs, changing out of our clothes and jumping on the train, but it was here that things got a bit hazy.

My dad met us at Putney, and we both kind of collapsed into the car. I essentially passed out and dozed for the journey home (I imagine Ross did too) in a state of hunger and fatigue. We haven't yet adapted to a full day of exertion so it was a bit of a shock. 

Arriving home we forced down some very hot sweet tea and Ross kindly let me in the shower first to warm up.

The hair dryer definitely helped, but we still felt very shaky.

After food and getting warm we looked a lot better :).
Learning curve
If we are going to do longer distances we need to be far more careful about what we eat and when.

Even if you don't feel like food, if you know you'll need it - force it down.

We can only get better and learn from our mistakes - we now know we function best when we eat our biggest meal lunchtime the day before, rather than dinner (tip #124566)

love sophie



Wednesday, 20 November 2013

/ beauty / Review / Nip and Fab / Bust Fix

Well this product is awkward to review. Should I upload pictures of my boobs to show nip and fab before and after?


You're going to have to utilise the powers of your imagination and visualise the effects. Don't be cheeky.


The claims (from their own site)
A light serum to visibly plump and firm the appearance of skin around the bust + decollete. Bust Fix is a revolutionary formula packed with fast acting mangosteen extract.

- cell active form - plumps and supports lipid deposition
- mangosteen - reshapes and sculpts
- cell booster - smoothes and firms

To be applied on clean skin twice daily.

£16.25 for 100ml.

The reality
Now I love a good moisturiser any day, and having one specially designed for my upper lady bits was exciting.

It definitely firms and tones the 'area', fills out you out a little. This has been a lovely reminder that my whole body needs attention, not just the more exposed areas like legs and face.

The smell and texture were by far one of the nicest I've come across. It's very fresh, and as it's on your chest it's like wearing another perfume. However, you will look weird sniffing your tits. Like most creams the bust fix doesn't absorb immediately so you have to stand half naked for a while. I've never really minded.

As far as it goes, if I had endless funds, I would purchase this. However, my beauty list is currently so long that it's quite far down, and I can't afford to spend £16 on an area specific serum. If you are looking for something to 'perk' you up, trust me, this is the one for you!



Tuesday, 19 November 2013

/ you can't say that (pt 1)

A lot of people think it's acceptable to make fun of people. Sure, it happens all the time. 

But, I mean, there are some examples where it's just more than moronic - it's really stupid. 


People making fun of the more rotund individuals in society exercising. 

This includes the gym, running and any kind of exertive activities. 

What exactly are you going to say? 'Run fast fatty, chase those pies?' These people are clearly trying to offset some poor decisions made in the past and they are running. It makes my head hurt with the incredulity of it all - you can't knock a guy for trying huh?

Since I started properly running around 4 months ago, I now have a silent appreciation for my fellow comrades. The majority of us up at 6 o'clock aren't athletes - we're just ordinary people attempting to squeeze some feeling of health into our tired and sluggish selves. I feel like we're a gang. There are unwritten rules when out running, there's a respect for space and a need to quietly encourage one another. 

Every morning I run past the same three people. One, looks very fast. She's built like a runner and is light on her feet. Every day she smiles at me like she couldn't be happier to see me and often accompanies this with an encouraging word or two. The second guy I bump into on a hill. Me running down and him struggling up - trust me that hill is a personal challenge too and I don't envy him but every time he's gunning for it. Top chap.

The third, is an old lady walking her dog. She normally stops me to ask how I am and to give me a high five. 

I cannot emphasise enough how much a small nod, or acknowledgement of effort goes such a long way - if someone is out there doing it they are doing it!!

Just don't knock a guy for trying.

And to the guy who kicked me in the head at my latest race, thank you. The encouragement was endearing. That applies to anyone who shouts at people for going 'too slow'. If they are doing their best, then they bloody well can't go faster - so I will block your way until the women has cleared the obstacle. She was a dear. Just not the fastest.



Thursday, 14 November 2013

/ i like boys.

[drunk post 5?]

[or was i=sober?]

I crush easy.

I guess I'm too loving. 


Not infatuation, just fascination.

People fascinate me and I get frustrated when I can't ask them questions about things. 

This is why I'm in love with boys brains - they LOVE telling you random facts.

Dropping some serious stereotyping here, but boys who are nerdy and know how to be clever are incredible human beings. I would like a gang of nerds to be educated by - one to keep my computer and I in check, another with a keen interest in history and sport, maybe one who likes obscure music and another who loves accounting. Someone who knows all there is about art and design - oh and someone with an intense sense of direction.

Then I would be complete.

I will find you all.  like pokemon. I don't think one human being can fill all those shoes.

Snippet of things that make me smile brought to you by the boy:

a bit is a 1 or 0
a byte is 8 1s or 0s
a word is any amount of 1s or 0s
a nibble is 4 bits
because it's half a bite.

Thats me done.

Monday, 11 November 2013

/ fitness / running gear / sports bras*

So, I'm pretty well kitted out. 

My training is going well(ish) and I have been keeping the injuries on the low.

One thing I have been struggling with is how to dress myself adequately for the run. I either wear too many layers, too few or just get cross and come home early. Then there's socks, shoes and the age old conundrum of the sports bra - thankfully Shock Absorber got in touch and will be sending me my very own personalised support. I have always worn one during exercise - but I was shocked to hear the statistics surrounding those that don't.

Shock Absorber found that 37% of women 'find the battle with their breasts too much to bear, citing breast bounce and discomfort as the primary reason they avoid exercise', and that 22% find it inhibits their enjoyment as they won't work out as hard as they could.

Even more shockingly, a third of women don't even think they need to wear one because they don't have large breasts, and those that don't just stick with their usual day to day bra. Ouch.

Can you believe it?

Well, yes, unfortunately, I guess I can.

However, exercising without proper support can cause premature breast sagging. Irreversible. You might have the body to shout about but if your boobs are hanging to your knees then you need to reconsider.

Below, you will see a screen shot of the Bounce-o-Meter. It's a 3D representation of breast movement during exercise, and it allows women to adjust the breast size and level of activity for a clear representation of the impact their chosen exercise may have on their breasts. Basically, it can help you find the right bra without trying them all on.

Handy huh?

Shock Absorber

The Shock Absorber range is easy to navigate, and you will find the bra for your personal level of exercise and size. If you're thinking of fighting that winter tyre, please make sure you look after your lady parts.



Thursday, 7 November 2013

/ fitness / my update

This weekend has really been a milestone. I ran 6.7 miles yesterday and 4 miles today - and almost cried.

If you read my post about injuries, you'll know my journey has been a long one, with people telling me again and again how my body just would never be able to do it and that I would forever be in pain. It was through those years that I fell out of love with ibuprofen, painkillers, my insoles, not being allowed to sit on soft furnishings (seriously) and in general my physiotherapists. 

But for the moment, all is well (fingers crossed, touch wood and so on).

The next
Yeah. So stupidly I'm still entered in the Men's Health Survival of the Fittest race. 10km+ of pure fun, interspersed with lifting, jumping, crawling and climbing all in the freezing mid-November inevitable rain. Yay!
That is now less than two weeks away and I'm genuinely terrified. It's a huge step up from the Spartan Race we completed over summer but hopefully achievable. I really want to finish.

The now
My legs are a little bit tired. Right now. I'm sitting in a lecture feeling very guilty (third day of not running!!) with my limbs burning.

Berocca, strong coffee and Tiger Balm feature regularly in my daily routine, each playing an important role in keeping me functioning (especially the coffee, can't get enough coffee). 
Those new trainers I recently bought are fabulous and have corrected some posture issues I was having.
I spent a lot of time researching them - never before had I realised the difference a pair of shoes can make - and am so in love.

NEW BALANCE 890V3, trainers
if they take your fancy - grab them whilst stocks last!!
I've also started pole fitness. It is nowhere near the stereotype - I have never seen a group of women so body confident and in control, regardless of shapes and sizes. The classes themselves are intense and very physically demanding - something I hadn't even considered.
If you are looking for a low impact sport, you need to give it a go. I've only been 'dancing' for a few weeks so can't give you a proper run down - but for now I am it's number one fan!

The future
Ho hum. I'd love to say that I'm gunning for a marathon and will continue to train and train forever, but that just isn't true. The winter months are drawing in and already my motivation is slipping. To run every day is now too much, something which I'm being very honest about.
There are some 10k races in February that I'd like to take a shot at, but after Men's Health I might be taking a loooong holiday.

I'm never going to completely stop working out, but I'd love to try running just for pleasure rather than an impending race deadline that terrifies me to the core.

Let me know if you're also doing anything silly :).



Monday, 4 November 2013

/ why I don't drink


Don't say it. Don't think it.

I am not boring. I am not a wet flannel. I just refuse to put my body through the strain of dealing with what is essentially a poison unnecessarily. The hardest thing about being a student and not drinking is that no one respects it. They tell me how one won't hurt, everyone does it and that I'm young and should enjoy myself. To be honest, I'm genuinely having a great time and if you really need a drink to have fun then you'll need to reassess your situation.

Jus' sayin'. 

Yes, in moderation, alcohol can be fun and games. But as with all things that are bad for you, it's easy to get carried away. Did you know, it can take as long as a week for your body to fully recover from a big night out? Also, why spend all that money on a night out if you can't even remember it! I don't mind clubbing sober, but when your friends are so drunk they can't speak english then it stops being so much fun.


Hospitals have seen a 117% rise in the under 30's for alcohol liver disease.

That is no joke. 

The liver becomes clogged with fat from the alcohol, and scar tissue forms when the body attempts to repair itself. Known as cirrhosis, if left untreated this can be fatal.

Alcohol can also raise blood pressure.

It can increase the risk of cancer.


It can cause impotence in young men.

Not to mention - it causes weight gain! Beer belly. 

Now I'm not here to nag, but this isn't something to joke about. So when I say I don't drink, it's not whimsical or half hearted, I want to have a fulfilled life. Chances of getting problems later in life are small for each individual thing, but there are so many that there's a chance you'll get one. 

I also can't  be bothered to explain this to everyone, so I just tell them I have no money. 

Isn't it sad that in this day and age I get labelled as the weirdo for being good to my body?

Just look after yourselves kids.


ps. I did get rather sloshed at my 21st. I haven't drunk since, and didn't drink the 8 months before. I think that's okay. There. I'm not a hypocrite - I just plan for it.


Thursday, 31 October 2013

/ the day of the Storm

Last Friday, I traveled home to visit my dad. All went well - food, sleep, gym and the food channel (Cupcake Wars thank you very much). 
It was the Saturday when we first heard. The storm that was to hit the UK was to be worse than the Great Storm of '87 (a very big storm).

Now, I do get it, so the rest if this is so tongue in cheek I really can't talk... especially given that the spate of adverse weather lead to the deaths of some individuals. 

On Sunday, I was quite sad. My 7am flight had been cancelled with the only alternative being a 9.50 one. To add to the problems, my dad had work - meaning he would need to drop me there at 7.00. Either way. I was up at 4.30.

It's a stark reminder that the weather is still stronger than us.

Managed to get seat 1D. Then saw this in Cosmo. Genuinely made me smile. 


my day

7.00 - arrive at Heathrow Terminal 5. It was rammed. I've traveled at that time before, but never have I seen so many people (not even during the snow!). Not being allowed to drop my bags off until 7.50 was a tad annoying given my bladder situation, but sometimes you've just got to deal with it.
7.50 - heading over to the check in desk I was thoroughly quizzed by a tall man organising the queue. Sadly for most people around me, I was the minority. Their flights were cancelled, or even more severely delayed. They were not happy.

8.05 - security was fun. Stripping off for the lady and being felt up by her friend. And they didn't even work there. ...
8.30 - I should have actually been home by now. Instead, my plane had been delayed until 11.10. I kid you not.
Time to browse the shops ... completely the opposite of the advice I gave you. Hypocrite.
bought a couple. sent to dad.  souvenirs of my trip. 
9.00 - I went for a walk, bought a cup of tea and found a corner. There was a strange tension in the air.

they sure do provide temptations. weary passengers beware. 
Oh and the weather was completely fine. The devastation of that night had completely 'blown over'. Hah. 
10.20 - apparently my gate opened. It hadn't really. They wanted to keep it a surprise.
10.50 - A9. Yippee. Plane was late.

how I look with minimal sleep and minimal make-up. sometimes I find myself attractive. 

11.10 - We were on the plane. It was quite delayed. That's okay though. I made it home eventually.

And fell flat on my back 5m away from the door.



just wanted to thank all the Heathrow volunteers who helped make the disrupted journeys that little bit better.


Friday, 18 October 2013

film / the conjuring

THE DOLL OH MY GOD. those poor girls. i don't think I can watch anymore. the doll bloody well moves. she puts it ousite in a bin. then something knocks at the door. oh my god.

So I have learnt to appreciate the upbeat scenes, used to provide stark contrast against the scarier ones and really reinforce the issue. Then I think they have sex.. and the dog isn't happy outside so it barks.

Cut to next morning (I like how horrors rarely show sexual things) and the lady (carolyn) has an old lady bruise on her leg. So the house smells and doesn't really work. Roger is in the basement, it's all a bit quiet, the basement will make an awesome den. Hang on, on another level all the clocks stopped at 3.07.

Little kid runs out to get the dog. She screams. It must be dead. Oh golly it's pretty dead. Poor Sadie.

Ah. now its the side story of Ed and Lorraine Warren. Paranormal investigators who have a lot in a room that can't be touched.

Back with the family in their creepy house. the clocks stop again, and the kid wakes up. I can't watch anymore. Static like the ring. Dad is asleep, but woken by banging and creaking. ITS COMING FROM THE BASEMENT. However he's distracted by one of his kids  sleepwalking. She's banging her head into a wall? I think. Now we all know something is about to happen.

Next morning the mum has more bruises and a pigeon dies. kid has a creepy toy and apparently her friend lives in the mirror when the music stops. Doesn't appear. However they play that horrendous clapping game. 

Night time, someone is grabbing her feet. Pulls her sharply. Should have watched the lion king. NO NANCY DONT LOOK BEHIND THE DOOR. GOD DAMN IT NANCY

The mum is now litearlly coverd in bruises, rough sex, and tells her kids to stop playing that bloody clapping game. hell no its not her kids. someone made a mess. i reckon it was a spirit. Turns out someone else was playing.the mum gets lost in the basement with creepy things.

Okay I genuinely  nearly had a panic attack. Things happened, like banging and shouting and they got the professionals involved. they aren't very happy - apparently the malicious spirit hates them.

more creepy, the psychic sees lots of horrible things and it's not very nice. 

by this point I literally shut my eyes and didn't watch anymore. Again, I used my technique of closing my eyes and letting it pass, but in essence - the spirit gets angrier, turns out it worshiped satan and wants the mum to kill her children. It possesses her resulting in a tough fight which obviously the good guys win. All is well.


Wednesday, 16 October 2013

/ wednesday wind down

Since coming to university, I've really struggled to stay on top of my social duties. It's practically impossible to stay in touch with everyone - despite us all having phones and  various other forms of social media -  I just can't quite do it. And even when I do get round to messaging everyone, it's just not the same as sitting down and sharing all over a mug of coffee (I love that stufff).

I've decided to write down my life in the hope that this counts as my half of the social duties situation. 

1) University. So far so good, I'm loving my course and trying my best to stay on top of everything. It's pretty intense though - my lecturers expect a lot in quite a short space of time and all I want is sleep.

2) Work. Two jobs, too little time. Sweet shop to bring in the fast money and my 100 hour placement for the CV. Fun. Just in case you wondered I'm with a social media analyst company who specialise in lead generation through said social media. Mmhmm.

3) Play. Back at the workouts. The endurance race on November 16th will kill me, but up until that point I need to keep pretending there's a chance I'll be okay. My legs are dying and I can't always walk but it's okay. 

Currently, the lust list goes as follows:
  • A new pair of boots. Preferably sturdy. 
  • Long hair. 
  • The majority of the make up section in Boots
  • A new tripod
Things I'm grateful for:
  • the new mattress topper that my mumma bought for me (it adds around 10cm of soft to the springy skeleton that counts as a bed)
  • My northern friends. They put up with my bouts of crazy and then the ones where I'm being a difficult.  
Rambling bramble. Wasn't that fun



Monday, 7 October 2013

films / how I watch the horrors

Yesterday, we watched Sinister.

Today we watched Paranormal Activity.

Well, when I say 'we', I mean they did, while I hid furiously behind a giant teddy and my boyfriends legs.

In all seriousness I do not possess any of the required qualities to endure a film designed to make you scared. It scars me for life.

Ordinarily I adopt the fingers in ears approach. A lot of the time it's the music that makes you scared.

Sometimes I criss cross my hands over my eyes so that the viewing space is small - that way you can't actually see what's going on.

My current favourite is to attempt to sleep. Eyes shut, back to the TV and pyjamas at the ready.

I am aware that it's approaching Halloween so instead of compiling the films I would like to see.. here is what I would like to read - a teeny tiny wishlist.

SEX AND SPOOKS AND SAUVIGNON - THE MISADVENTURES OF A RELUCTANT PSYCHIC (Plus various other people, living and dead. And her cat)

In the mean time, what are your plans for Halloween?

I'm feeling sitting inside with orange and black decorations watching mildly funny kids films and laughing at everyone attempting to get into already rammed night clubs.

And filling my face with marshmallows and chocolate buttons.

Let me know :) 


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