Shopping Spree

I spent a lot of money today. I am in search of some assurance that it was justified...

£5 - lunch at Potters Wheel with Laura

£1 - mascara
£4 - fashion tape and other fashion things for the ball this saturday
£3 - black hand bag for the ball this saturday
£1.50 - magical hemming tape to tape up a skirt without sewing it
£4 - Diadora trackpants, down from £20
£5 - 2 x Slazenger tshirts, down from £9 each
£2 - 3 pairs of Coke socks that will be good for hiking
£1 - obligatory Advent Calender
£20 - Everlast Warm Jacket, down from £55

£16 - pink rain jacket for hiking, down from £29
£26 - waterproof pants, down from £50
£24 - hiking shoes, down from £55

... and... also booked these:
I AM SO SO SO SO SO SOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!!

I heart HTML and CSS

Haven't figured out how to change the background colour of my blog. I will, I will...

The Best Start to Any Day

This morning, I woke up, showered, dressed, and felt generally not happy to be vertical at 7:30am.

Then, I made this:
I hand-squeezed that myself. And by hand-squeezed I mean all I had was a bread knife and a glass. And my hands of course, but I thought that went without saying. Anyway, it perked me right up immediately, because it tasted so good:

By the time I had finished the glass, I was looking and feeling ready to go to work (note how much nicer my skin looks!):Moral of the story is drink freshly hand-squeezed orange juice and it will make you feel happy straight away because it is yummy, and over time it will make you look better too! (results may vary).

Diagnosed by my Mum...

Since I arrived in Wales 2 months ago, I have had a lot of trouble focusing, working, and sleeping. My mind is going a million miles an hour about this that and the other, and everything in between. At first I thought I was just tired, but things didn't change even when I worked hard at getting enough sleep. I went to the Doctor, who annoyingly told me I was anxious so I couldn't sleep, and tired so I couldn't focus. She prescribed me sleeping tablets, and said if that didn't fix everything then to come back and she would put me on anti-depressants. Even though I wasn't depressed, she was convinced I was anxious about something.

Not impressed - I'm not anxious! I just can't stop thinking! I'm thinking about all these new and exciting things that are happening in my life, and are going to be happening in the future! Then Mum pointed out something really obvious. I am super excited. Overexcited even. As in the hyperactive type child kind. At 23, that's me :D ... I'm currently working with more exercise, healthy diet, check lists, chamomile/peppermint/licorice root sleeping tea, relaxing hot showers, light reading, calming music, and relaxation tracks before bed. 70% of the time it works, the other 30% I am up til 3am tossing and turning. But 70% is an improvement yes?! Still struggling a bit during the day, but hey, lets just hope I grow out of it!

Today, as I was walking along the beach looking at some terrace houses and thinking "Wow! Look! I'm in Wales! Look! Those are British houses! I'm here, in Wales! Look! Wow!" (I'm not kidding, 2 months in and I am still that buzzy about just being here), it occurred to me that I should have seen this coming. I have always been fairly overwhelmed by the fact that human beings even exist, that I am even alive, so of course moving 20,000kms away from home and starting a new life was going to send my thoughts into overdrive. We can clearly conclude I think waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much. If anyone knows how to slow my brain down so it can actually focus on something please let me know! In the mean time, here's a picture I think depicts me fairly well...

Guy Fawkes in Wales!

Last night was Guy Fawkes, or as it is more commonly known here, Bonfire Night. Apparently normal people don't buy fireworks here, but go and see fireworks displays instead. I can conclude that Guy Fawkes night is more spectacular here, but less enjoyable if you tend to be pyromania inclined, as I suspect most of NZ youth are (myself included). If you want to see photos of the night, here's a link to my facebook album. It was a good night, with bonfires on the beach and a lot of students around. I did miss dancing around like a lunatic and lighting the whooooole box of fireworks off myself (which is generally what happens when you spend 5th November with just your parents), but the display (which we watched for free!) was fantastic! Afterwards my flatmates and I went to our local pub, inn on the lake, or pub on the pond as we think fits better. Then we came home via Le Cafe - the greasy frypot food outlet that's on campus.
Tomorrow my flatmate Maria and I are going shopping for an evening dress for my Rotary Christmas do, and then Elise and I are meeting for lunch. I am excited, and I will post you pics of what I buy! I hope you all enjoyed Guy Fawkes as much as I did.

I'm bringing it back...