Silver Linings

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I love it when people start blogs. When people send me their rough drafts to read, ask my opinion on a post of theirs or even include me in the brain-storming of their new blog.
LUURRRVVEEE it allllll.

I love Blogging because it is a cute webpage-world  where I get to talk about whatever I want with a bunch of the coolest people in town (loooveeee you guysssssss!!).
Some of the posts are important, some aren’t.
Most make zero sense and have a thousand typos and some I’ve posted,  deleted and then
re-posted again.

But, real life styles (with a z), just like anything, where there is a perfect dream world of great content and hilarious posts & every joke hitting a Home Run (ba-boom chhhhh!!), there are also the sticky things that get in the way of blogging and make this magical, hilarious blog world seem a little like dragging your tired, uninspired butt up-hill.
I think it is important to acknowledge that in any creative thang we have going on, it isn’t rainbows and butterflies all time.
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Bye Bye Bosisto

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As I look around the empty skeletal apartment that has been the last year of my life, I notice how truly, unrecognizably empty the shell of my surroundings are. After a mere 2 days, there is not one shred of evidence left of a year filled with laughter, tears, frustrations, friendships, goals achieved, moments of let-downs and absolute, always-and-forever-abundant love.

The biggest lesson I face every single year since leaving home is the questioning of precisely that, home.
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Man, where did you come from? But seriously…?

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I know you’ve all probably had this lecture a thousand times in your high school history class…
But I just thought I’d give you a quick re-cap out of this encyclopaedia I just found…

Around 65 million years ago, just after the dinosaurs were extinct, there was a land where calories didn’t matter because we always ate amazing fresh food and drank delicious smoothies, mascara smudges never existed, your hair always sat perfectly, nail polish never chipped and you could wear the cute-baggy-sweater-style without looking chubby. This was Girl World and it was perfect. Everyone had sleepovers and went shopping and loved each other and were best friends with everybody and lived Happily Ever Before. (What happens before you live Happily Ever After, in case you didn’t know.)
ANYWAYS, in the middle of living this perfect life, all of a sudden a spaceship landed right in the middle of Girl World and out came these strange beings that the Girls had never seen before. They came with sweets and preservative-filled foods that tasted delicious but were bad for our figure, they all smelt bad, made weird noises out of strange areas of their bodies and ate everything in sight. As you can imagine, the Girls were thrown into a spin. What the hell are these things?
But because Girls are such amazing, beautiful, sparkly creatures of love, they welcomed these strangers with open arms. They leant them their showers, advised them to trim their beards and offered to wash their clothes so they didn’t walk around with the same t-shirt that smelt like a trash can.
The beings decided to make themselves comfortable in Girl World and decided to never leave. The Girls loved and cared for them, but were still completely confused and spent their time wondering about and questioning their strange behaviours. This created the beginning of forever.
The end.
Sorry to bore you with that history lesson.

Fast forward 65 million years. >>>>>>>>>>>>>

Even after 65 million years of research and experience, we STILL can’t figure them out. We will never fully understand the importance of a Playstation or fully understand their allergies to washing dishes.
Leading off my last post about w&w’s – Weird & Wonderful habits – I have decided to write a very short list of some of the u&u’s (Unusual & Unjust) habits our boyfriends have…
*Takes a deep breath*
Here goes nothin’!

u&u1: I never really understood why me hurting myself is so hilarious? Or why when my boyfriend accidentally drops his phone onto my face, he LAUGHS more than he actually helps me and cares about the fact that I may actually be one tooth lighter, or in need of a nose job now that he’s broken it? You can’t laugh at somebody when you’ve possibly just given them a black eye, just slightly unfair.

u&u2: Why in the world can they eat everything inside every corner of the house and NEVER gain any weight. I’m talking eggs, cheese, waffles, milk, sweets, pasta, ice cream, take away. Anything and absolutely everything. The next morning they wake up with a six pack, and two months down the track, you ask? Yeah, they’re still waking up with a six pack. Meanwhile the box of Favourites I ate 2 weeks ago are still accompanying me whilst I run on the treadmill. Metabolism?? Where did you go? I swear you were there 5 minutes ago…? Or maybe it was 5 years ago?… :\

u&u3: My schedule in the morning.
Wake up at the crack of dawn. Wash my hair. Take a million minutes to dry my hair. Style my hair. Pick out my outfit. Do my make up. Realise I hate what I’m wearing, so I pick out another outfit. Eat breakfast. Decide its way too cold outside, so I change my outfit again. Brush my teeth. Hurry out of the house before I over-think and decide to change my outfit for the 4th time.
A Boy’s schedule in the morning.
Wake up 15 minutes before he has to leave. Eat. Splash face with a bit of water. Wear any shirt, maybe even the same one he wore yesterday & the day before. Who really cares ayy? Throw on some jeans. Brush teeth. Leave, still looking better than my 3 hours of preparation had me looking?
Enough said.

u&u4:
Girl: “I hardly slept a wink last night, You know when it storms so loud that it keeps waking you up?”
Boyfriend: ” :\
Girl: “Ohhh, thats right, you slept straight through it, yeah… Don’t worry about it… :\
I will do anything to learn how to become completely deaf while I sleep and sleep through anything including storms, animals playing tips in the roof with each other, break-ins and even world wars. Please? Anybody?

u&u5: Lets settle an argument like a boy right now, okay? I’ll quickly punch you in the face, you punch me in the face, we’ll both leave the situation thinking the other guy lost and next time we se each other we’ll awkwardly say Hi, tell a few “Yo Mamma” jokes and within 5 minutes be offering the guy we know at the mechanics shop who can get you the part you need for your car really cheap. Case closed.

Gals, we love to think we understand the male gender. That we understand their mannerisms, we can tell what they are thinking or read their body language and that we know how to convince them of anything. But one thing we will NEVER understand is WHY they have managed to evolve into the most low-maintenance creatures in the world and still manage to be good looking, fit physiqued and have a care-free, no-worries mentality while never stressing about anything? I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that it is the 9th Wonder of the World..? Yep, yeah, it definitely is. It’s almost as unfair as the creation of Onesies… Let me explain, when God decided to make Onesies, he was honestly just trying to be a good bloke. Great idea, God. It is deliciously warm, comes in colours and fabrics I can wear on days off and not be frowned upon and the most perfect best friend a gal can ask for on a winter night with some hot chocolate. Genius. Right? Totally, But then you have to pee. At 3am. In winter. When it is absolutely freezing and have to get pretty much naked. Genius, but absolutely, painfully unfair. Now, to get back to the point, being honest, I’m totally jealous of the lads. I would love to spend my mornings sleeping an extra 2 hours and not having to worry if my Liquid eyeliner was symmetrical.
Except one thing I am not jealous of?
The Man-flue.
We gotta thank the big man upstairs that we can’t get contaminated with that.
Don’t know how we would deal.

All Over Red Rover.
Ohfaithy.

A Change in the Weather

I haven’t posted a blog in SO long.
Every time I tried to write a post, I just had so much to say about how much I was learning or what I was doing, that I would start typing and it looked a little something like…

kajsdljhbsfjhbsncufnmn 

And I thought, Wowzer, I think I prefer it when I write in the manner that the human race can actually manage to understand. So I took the safe option and pressed the little red “X” on the top-left corner of my screen. Honestly, I did you all a favour and saved the life you would have all wasted Eye-brow raising, tilting your head to the left, then the right, squinting a little bit following by eventual realisation that it actually ISN’T English. Or any other language for that matter. 

Instead of keyboard-bashing for the rest of the day, I decided to fight the fog and go for a walk to the Public Garden down the road from my house.
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This was after I spent the morning doing the Seasonal Swap-over. You know, the depressing out with the T-shirts and in with the Beanies? Or maybe you are familiar with the very popular saying “See-ya LATER any open toed shoes and Hello to anything wooly you can fit on your feet”? Or those games, How-many-layers-can-you-wear-without-looking-fat and Theres-no-point-in-straightening-my-hair-while-its-pouring-rain-outside.
OH yes, and finally the sobbing, heartbreaking farewell to your glowing summer tan.

– Lets be honest, I never struggle with saying goodbye to my summer tan. Because I never actually get one and am cursed with a ghostly-white complexion 12 months of the year. But I could imagine, to all you bronzed, olive-skinned beauties, it would HURT- 

So anyway, I’m walking. I’m walking and I notice the breeze. The breeze that is impossible to miss, as it is about -92849834 degrees. So in actual fact, I was trying to IGNORE the breeze. As I was shivering and questioning whether or not I was actually born with a brain for even considering coming on such a torturous walk, I realised, I’ve been in London for an entire season. Summer all the way through to Autumn. Not only have I been here for an entire season, but I have SURVIVED. A part of me glimmered with a little bit of pride at the fact that I’d had my fair share of crappy moments, but I’d come through like a pro!

a) I’d dealt with broken-down cars all by myself: Thanks to two amazing strangers who offered to help me, faith in humanity, RESTORED!

b) I haven’t gotten lost on the Tube: Thanks to the best iPhone app in the WORLD, fingers crossed I haven’t jinxed myself now…

c) Given myself food poisoning from under cooked-anythings: “No, no. If you scrape the charcoal off, I PROMISE you’ll find some chicken under there.”

d) Been killed by a mass-murderer: That’s always a plus!

Perfect! I would say it’s been a pretty successful first few months!

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Seasons changing always get my brain ticking about change, in general. In my case, I’ve just turned 21 and if I’m being totally honest with you, I actually DO feel different. I don’t know if it’s because I’d spent a refreshing 2 weeks with my parents for my birthday? Likely. Maybe it’s because my brain had obsessed over being 21 that I had convinced myself I was different? Equally as likely. Or maybe I just went to sleep one night and awoke the next day as some-what of a genius? Personally, I believe the third theory to be the most likely out of the three. 😉

Whatever it was (*cough* theory number 3… *cough*) I felt a huge difference, and I still do. It’s definitely not just Summer turning into Autumn. Although that is definitely the case, just ask my new best friends who go by the name of Gloves, Coat and Beanie. We’re inseparable. 😉
Someone very, very clever (Shout out to my Mum, that’s you!) once said to me that it’s proven  that all the cells in your body are believed to be completely renewed after 7 years, (Some anatomy for ya’ll!) Also, coming hand-in-hand with that is the theory that your life happens in 7 year cycles as well. That every 7 years is the beginning of a new season of your life.

So, as I’ve just turned 21, the end of an exciting, crazy, beautiful, 7 year cycle, I know it is definitely more than just the seasons changing.

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xx
Renewed,
Olivia Faith.