16 February 2015

The epitome of GROOVE

Today has been one of those days where I've sat down and thought about life a lot and not done much else. Having woke up at 3pm, I looked at my to-do list and proceeded by doing absolutely none of it (until about one hour ago) and washed my clothes instead, before making much-needed hot chocolate and considering whether to start watching Netflix at 1.13am.

I genuinely hope all this has made you feel better about your life and how productive you are. Think of all the stuff you got done today and bask in that pool of glory. If not, I hope you feel equally as lazy and I send an internet high-five your way. Oh, it didn't reach you? That's because I didn't actually send one because I'm too lazy.

Re-vamp of life starts tomorrow. I read something earlier this month about how to put things into perspective and so I've begun a Gratitude Journal (ooooooOoooHhhh) into which I write down all small and great things I'm grateful for. After only filling half a page, I can tell you oh lovely reader that it is working. It also helps that my journal is covered in really cool pink and grey flowers that just make me wanna head out to charity shops and find some really cool retro shirts and wear them all over myself. Like a human shirt. The epitome of GROOVE

Need this as a background to my life
Apparently according to a fab friend, the place where I live is especially good for charity shop-shopping and so am quite appalled that venturing to these shops hasn't occurred yet. Then I recall that I am in fact a student and lack disposable income. Drat.

These past two weeks have been beyond a pile of poop 

but the determination to get back on track is real, and that starts with kicking le Butt de la Work. In order to do this, everyone must kick le Butt de la Sleep and this is why I bid you farewell and slip away into the depths of this cold February night. Bonne nuit.

Rhiannon x

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13 February 2015

Unlucky Number Thirteen

If you're terrified of today, according to the tinterwebs, you have a case of friggatriskaidekaphobia. (Of course, you might have just had an essay deadline/test/actual thing you had to get out of bed for so those are equally valid reasons.)

Friday the 13th is a weird one. Having tried to research where the 'unluckiness' of the day came from, I found many theories, none more valid than the last. As this article published today rightly mentions:

"Your car breaks down on Tuesday the 23rd? That’s because you didn’t get it serviced when you should have. It breaks down on Friday the 13th? That’s because it’s Friday the 13th!"

BASICALLY it's all a massive pavlova.

Nothing terrible has happened to me yet today - probably the worst thing that's happened is I caught my thumb on a cheese grater while making fish pie. And waking up with 15 minutes until the start of a seminar, but I think that was just a challenge my own body decided to P me off with and then laugh to itself at the fact that I was running through uni eating a banana with one hand, lugging my laptop bag with the other arm, unable to turn the volume of My Chemical Romance down after putting it on too loud in the lift. Got into the room just in time, out of breath, deafened and massively sleep-deprived. This is how far I go to make sure I get my money's worth of my mahoosive student loan.

I do know someone who got pooped on by a bird today though.

Tomorrow is Dressing-up-as-a-zombie-whilst-trying-to-look-actually-okay Day for our bar crawl and this is why I should be doing some academic reading right now but the addiction to Spotify and procrastination is real.
Done some practice of my face and I won't put a picture on today (will do tomorrow) as I'm not sure if I look like a zombie or just a very very tired person, which I am currently anyway.

Rhiannon x

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09 February 2015

Morgan Freeman and Cake

Time has passed and work has increased but I haven't abandoned my writing, oh nay, ma'am/sire. In order to zap you up to date in the most bedazzling way I'm going to type a little bit and then insert some ace gifs and all will be rad with the world (i.e. I will get back to blogging business in this next week).

It's the 9th of February and you'll be glad to hear (if you've been reading my blog...in which case why thank you for returning and if not, please delve into the archives ravine) that I'm still going to the gym. I know. Around 3 times a week I'd say. I KNOW. Now all I need to work on in terms of scheduling is actually doing my work, which is proving harder than anticipated.
I spent today, or yesterday seeing as I'm typing this at a crazy hour, waking up late and eating and exercising and eating delicious cake and writing in French. Things I should have done today include:

  • Completing the French writing piece I self-promised I'd finish by the end of this week-end
  • Washing up. I am so sorry Mr/Mrs Cleaner-visiting-tomorrow-morning
  • Eating more vegetables. 0 of my 5 a day. disgraceful
  • Revising. Revising ANYTHING. JUST ANYTHING. I've discovered over time that thinking about stuff momentarily isn't really the same thing
  • Emailing hellogiggles.com. I saw an advertisement for 'New Bloggers Wanted' and it sounds like something that Rapunzel would dream if she concentrated so hard that the best dream she could possibly fathom squeezed into her mind. Basically it sounds aay-maayzing

Things I will do tomorrow include:
  • Completing said French writing piece. Determined is an understatement
  • Uploading said French writing piece. Not submitting this work would be the mouldy icing on top of a weird out-of-date cake
  • Reading all my week 14 readings in the library with uber dedication and a perfected reading-face. This needs doing seeing as it is now week 15 (heeeeelllp)
  • Filling in my notes for week 13 as the lecturer was like the Lightning McQueen of speech. How this has not been done yet I do not know. No one knows. Not even Morgan Freeman
  • Phonetics practice. I apparently need to remember lots of sounds and symbols so I hope everyone on the top floor of the library enjoys me mouthing and pronouncing weird consonants and vowels for a good hour
  • Presenting on the radio. Heyheeeeeey. It's something I really love doing and you can tune in at www.bailriggfm.co.uk - just click Listen In! No seriously, do it

Things I will do right at this moment include:
  • Going to bed.
A human needs one's beauty sleep.

Rhiannon x

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20 January 2015


Today I stood on an unknown sharp thing and cut the bottom of my foot. I also attempted to clear the floor of broken ceramic mug pieces and cut my finger open on a very sharp tiny piece. You could say I'm having a GREAT DAY.
As a result of this Great Day, I am finding it incredibly hard to type with one of my main typing fingers bound up in a strong but restricting plaster. I'm trying my best just for you (this is the part where you 'awwwwww' in a delightful manner).
Earlier, I went with Kate to the Refreshers fair. Which is like Freshers but here it happens in the 2nd term for all the people who bailed out of societies in the first term (most of us). We succeeded in joining the Yoga Society and getting information about the first session which we'll be attending in due course. I did a bit of ear-ogling towards the blissful beats of the Hiphop and Breakdance Society but came to the conclusion that I could never reach any of their levels of cool and that yoga would be much better suited to me and my sport spirit. Yes, I've decided that's a thing now.

15 January 2015

Day 1 of Gym-ness

OKAY so I went to the gym today and I admit, it was tough (mainly because I've been lazy and haven't run twice in a week since September) but I felt really good afterwards. Although I had a few moments where the people next to me started rowing/running in time with me and it gave me the exercise creeps. This gym-ness did not stop me eating an inappropriate amount of Nutella so now I am taking action and putting my Nutella under my bed because it's really hard to reach under there because compartments underneath are covered with two heavy wooden square lid things. Going to the gym again on Sunday so I will right my wrongs. It's so flashy since all the machine-things have individual TVs on and you can tune it to whatever channel you want. What even is gym life. (Answer: high-tech wonderfulness.) I'm kinda glad that there is a shortage of hazelnuts and chocolate because that will help me on my way to true fitness.

Today I've been to the library and read up on Linguistics as I had no work to do and this is major progress on my part - by working when I don't need to. Holy smokes. I'm reading some more after I finish this essential marathon of New Girl episodes, nail painting and blogging.

Tomorrow we start learning about Classicism in French and it sounds kinda cool and arty so I don't think I'm actually going to mind tomorrow, which is surprising because it is a day named French Thursday. One of the plays we're studying was shown by the National Theatre. I hope it's online... it stars Dominic Cooper...and it would count as revision....

12 January 2015

How to Psych Yourself Up for the Gym

So it's January. A lot of you will be thinking you need to get your gear together this year and do some more exercise. Maybe you're taking up yoga, or ultimate frisbee, or you're joining that Zumba class you hear blaring through the village hall walls every Tuesday evening. Yes, maybe you're doing those things or maybe, like many decide to do (me included), you're gonna join that thing called The Gym. Uh-huh. That's right. The big building full of machines to move your body on and stretch various muscles that you never knew existed because you've been eating what you like all your life,

staying comfortable,

and haven't wanted to go running every day.

We can all relate to this.

So I've jotted down the following tips to create a lovely short deliciously golden summary of the ways in which you can actually motivate yourself to GO to the gym:

1. Buy a gym membership. Do it. Even if it's just for one month, or a cheeky free trial is offered at your local gym, make sure you sign up. It's surprising how much this motivates you to go (especially when you splash out the dolla').

2. On your induction, make a mental map of the places where you want to work out in the gym. And the changing rooms. That way, when you arrive for your super-duper workout with super high-tech shorts and a fabulous shiny water bottle, you'll know exactly where to go and feel uber-confident.

3. Speaking of super shorts, make sure you're super comfortable in what you wear to the gym. It doesn't have to cost lots or look amazing (seriously, people who look amazing in the gym really aren't trying hard enough). Just make sure you have a loose top in which you won't get too hot when you're properly working out. Oh, and some shorts/leggings/tracksuit bottoms too. No underwear in the gym, people. Trainers are the thing to get the most right - invest in some that support your feet as much as possible in order to avoid unwanted injuries/aches and pains the next day. JD Sports and Sports Direct often have good deals in their sales, and provide footwear for high arches and low arches (like me).

4. Create an ultimate get-pumped playlist. For those of us that like to workout to the sound of the music playing in the gym or the rhythm of ten pairs of feet thudding on treadmills, this tip isn't for you. Please gallantly move onto the next one. Okay HELLO - YOU want to get musically gymically (?!) creative, that is correct? Well, my friend, with the beautiful help of Spotify and their newly free app even for people without Spotify Premium, we are able to create our own playlists and listen to them whilst running/rowing/cross-trainer-ing etc etc. I've called my collaborative one with my distant but present-in-spirit besto gym buddy (MRH) 'ULTIMATE GYM'. Short, sweet and to the point. What I'd advise when creating your playlist is you add songs that you genuinely like to listen to and know you won't get bored of. These songs also need to be exercise-able to. For example, I like to use the treadmill but I can't run in time to Bon Iver, beautiful as his soft subtle voice is, so this is a much better, and up-beat, alternative. Don't be afraid to put some slower ones on the list too - warm ups and warm downs are essential.

5. Push yourself, but not TOO far. It's always good to push towards your limits, but once you're near them, don't go over. You do not want to be passing out in a gym. Especially on a moving piece of exercising equipment. By avoiding this, you'll remember each gym session as a positive revitalising experience instead of some kind of hell you never want to return to. You also don't want to injure yourself by going too crazy with the weights. You are not Mike Tyson. Unless you are, in which case, hello how do you do Mr Mike.

6. If you go prepared, you'll be fine. And if not, you'll be fine too. Take that 20p or 50p or £1 for the lockers. Easy, and if you forget one just head to reception to rent a coin or ask someone else in the changing rooms for a little coin lovin'. Take that water bottle - water is beautiful and having it during and after that hardcore sesh will get you through. If you forget that, just buy a bottle of water from the vending machine or ask the reception for a spare bottle/drinking receptacle. Chill. All will be healthy and spectacular.

7. Make a schedule. When it's time to go to the gym, and you don't want to go, don't lie to yourself and pretend that your Netflix marathon of American Horror Story was pre-booked for then. GO. TV is a beautiful thing and is available 24/7 thanks to the inter-web. This does make the hole of procrastination horribly simple to fall into but we are in control of our minds and our bodies and we need to take responsibility for our fitness levels. Let's push back Netflix until we're all cosy in our pyjamas and then we can really cherish it. Fitness comes first. (Once you've mastered key yoga sequences, you can watch things at the same time. Great, eh? In-between gym sessions of course).

This GIF represents you after your next exercise sesh.
I hope you're already there. WORKIN' IT. My membership at my uni one starts on Wednesday - I'll keep you posted.

Rhiannon x

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07 January 2015

He has got facial hair DOWN

Today I haven't worn any makeup and have written up to the conclusion part of my essay. Despite the essay progress happening within the last hour (11pm-midnight) and the rest of my time spent staring at my work, running away from it to watch Scrubs, eat Quavers, check for mail and play the ukulele, I'd say I've had a pretty successful day. Haven't been outside, mind you.

I'm reading a great book at the moment called City of Thieves by David Benioff. This one here:

What I've noticed about the author is that, not only does he write well, he has got facial hair DOWN. He has perfected even the NOTION.

More importantly, *ahem*, is the extraordinary detail in his writing and the strange way he has persuaded me to like Kolya, one of the main characters. The daredevil one, of course. I always feel a bit weird when I like book characters...I know I'm not alone being character-liking in the book universe - it's similar with film characters I guess (COUGH-LOKI-COUGH) although with films you have people to look at with your eyeholes so that adds another element. A visual elemento. It's so cool how minds work 'cos ten people will read one book and each imagine the characters with completely different appearances. MINDS, people, MINDS. ARH.

I promise to stop with the capital letter emphasis since as I'm typing I can see way too much of it already. Maybe we should all create Next-Day Resolutions within our New Year Resolutions to help us actually achieve them - mine today is to stop using capitals. Dear all readers who are still successfully winning at their health and fitness regime on Day 7 of 2015, congratulaaaaaaaaaations and something-aaaaaaaaaaaaations la la la la la la la la la la laaaaaaaaa. If I had a gym near me/owned a car, I'd be right there with ya but sadly I don't and quite honestly I'd rather continue in my Scrubs marathon and occasionally attack the pot of Nutella with a spoon.

So this was a tiny burst of my brain and now I'm going to get on with reading the aforementioned novel. It's set in Russia by the way and just incase you haven't got the message you should give it a bit of a read. Chapter Twenty! You know you've made progress when you get to Chapter Twenty. Unless it's a textbook from uni and then you might just be lost and/or massively deluded.

Rhiannon x

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