Little Lessons

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

So, I'm a bit of a tit. Little bit. I do stupid things and I sit and ponder about how and why it happened and why I am such a plonker. This happens at least once every day. Maybe twice. But sometimes I consider myself to be a super duper brainy-ass genius ready to take over the world. So here are some lessons that I have learnt and I am passing on to you cherubs in case one day you ever encounter these situations.

Dear 15 Year Old Me

Friday, 24 April 2015

Dear Laura,

You're 23 now, and guess what? You're okay. You survived the heartbreaks, the breakdowns, the loss of friendships, and most importantly you found yourself. This is the most important thing, please don't give up.

To Uni or not to Uni?

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Just lately I have seen a lot of controversy about whether university is a good idea or not, whether it is worth it, and whether a person actually needs to go in order to succeed. It is something that I sit back and take in from afar, but getting involved is not something I desire to do, because there is always somebody out there that decides that whatever your opinion is, then it is wrong. 

However, I feel as if I need to put my piece in on this topic, purely because I was never intending to go to university, but here I am, three months from graduating and three minutes from a potential cry because of the fast approaching exams.

Twenty three.

Monday, 20 April 2015

On 16th April, I turned 23. I can’t say to you that I was looking forward to it, nor that the change of age bothered me (for some bizarre reason I’ve been telling people that I’m 23 for ages whenever they ask my age). For the past few years, my actual birthday has been quite the disappointment – for example, last year we went somewhere just because my parents had free tickets, and not because I asked to go. It’s always been the week surrounding the day, or the days out I had planned after that had always been the best.

My Dry Skin Saviours

Friday, 10 April 2015

I have super dry skin. I try and persuade myself that I don't when I buy certain foundations and powders, but sometimes, it's so undeniably obvious.
Over the course of the winter months, my skin gets progressively worse, and foundations aren't an option for me as they just massively accentuate the dry patches on my face, and it honestly makes me paranoid and self-conscious. But it isn't just my face that I get dry skin on, it occurs on my arms, legs, waist, armpits, you name it, it's probably there! It's meant a long process of testing drugstore moisturisers, discovering that I'm actually really allergic to some brands, and a lot of crying and hiding away when certain "moisturisers" actually made my dry patches 10x worse and red raw.

Central Perk, Liverpool

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

As a deadline treat, I headed up to Liverpool to see the lovely Sophie and to visit Central Perk, which I keep seeing popping up everywhere, and just had to visit. I love f.r.i.e.n.d.s. and it always makes me smile and giggle, no matter how many times I've seen it.

Cloud 23: Cocktails in the City

Monday, 6 April 2015

The very first time that I came to Manchester, the Hilton hotel was the first thing that I saw. I didn’t know what it was then, to us it was just a weirdly shaped building that looked as if it was about to topple over, but now it has become my favourite thing to see after a long train journey. It signifies being close to home.

It is one of those places that I have always walked past, felt obliged to look up at, and just sigh. It is somewhere that I just assumed that I’d probably never be “high-up” enough to be invited to, or have enough spare money to be able to stay at; so when the absolutely lovely Jessica (ohsogawjess) invited me along to a cocktail event at the Cloud 23 bar, my jaw dropped a little and I immediately said yes.