Thank you for returning, if you’re a returnee! If not, let me fill you in: yesterday was really shit, and yesterday’s post was really shit, and the returnees are gems for having returned. As are you, for showing up. Are we all on the same page?
To get us all warmed up for the brilliant boring-ness that is my life, have this:
Onto today! I started today in tears, and woke up awfully sick and stuffy. Again. Do tears make you sick? I thought to myself, “today seems nice enough. I should vlog. Should defs find my camera.” I didn’t. In any case, I spent my mid-morning / afternoon at the Rosebank Rooftop Market, which was incredible. There were so many stalls, so much food, and crazy talented tap dancers. I wish I took more photographs – the market was amazing from start to finish. Also, there was a juice bar. JUICE. BAR.
Upon arriving home, I was slapped in the face by two things: A reminder from myself in the form of SHALOM YOU IDIOT YOU HAVEN’T BEEN TAKING YOUR AFTERNOON MEDS YOU FOOL; and THE SCHOLARSHIP DEADLINE IS DECEMBER 10TH YOU FOOL FINISH YOUR APPS YOU FOOL.
I refer to myself as “you fool” in my head an awful lot.
As I type this, the day is almost out. I have not even opened the application portal. I am now a secret santa to someone in my family, broke, trying to organise sleepovers, envious, disheveled (and not in a cute way), biting the nail polish off of my sad excuses for fingernails, in a lot of pain, and listening to love songs.
I ate almost a litre of ice-cream yesterday. I’m doing substantially better. I wish I could go to uni to learn how to Christmas more effectively. Christmas College. I think I’m going to title this post with that.
If any kind souls out there would be keen to proofread my college app supplements, let me know? I’d owe you endless.
Love and light,