Really, we wear pink any day.

I was so sure I was going to write a post the day after the last one, just to prove all you #doubterz and #haterz wrong, but instead I find myself writing this while my mum is screaming at me to come downstairs, and the only thing I’ve packed for this weekend away we’re going on is gold eyeshadow.

Basically, I have no sense of urgency. Like, none. In fact, this is mum’s favourite thing to tell me, after “You have no sense of direction”. As I’m sure you can tell, she’s a bundle of laughter and cuddles, constantly spouting out these little nuggets of joy,

Ah, sweet unconditional love.

So, unsurprisingly, I just lived up to my mum’s incredibly low expectations and haven’t thought about this post until today.*

*a week later

Well, technically, I thought about it but had no motivation to actually write it. Also, I had a little bit of a revelation. That sounds dramatic but basically it’s just my cynical side making a brief appearance. What I realised, was that these posts may be really erratic and structure-less(?), but I would rather give you guys something to read that I am vaguely proud of, or I at least think is worth reading, once a month, than write a post every week that is brief and boring.*

*You know the ones, “Hey guys, hope you’re all okay. I had an avocado and goat eyelash sourdough roll for lunch and it just made my skin feel beautiful and my soul feel refreshed. Stay inspired, L x’

Like, what? 

This doesn’t mean I’m going to post once a month, or that I’m never going to write short-and-sweet posts, but just that I see no point in forcing myself to write something just to make sure people don’t think I’ve given up. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t let this blog become another phase in my life but actually something that I can look at and use to reflect on my life.

Gosh, that sounds pretentious.

So while you’re all pining for my Wonderful Words of Wisdom and obsessively refreshing the page in desperation, remember I’m still alive, still making horrible, embarrassing mistakes, and still wearing too much pink.*

*pffttt impossible

p.s. I made friends!
p.p.s. Okay, I found people I want to be friends with. You may think they’re the same thing but there’s a difference between being seen as someone’s friend and being the girl no-one knows the name of but is always there.
p.p.p.s. In case you didn’t get that, I’m the creepy lurker.
p.p.p.p.s. That makes me sound desperate bu- that’s exactly what I am.
p.p.p.p.p.s. I take that back, I’m not desperate just not not desperate.
p.p.p.p.p.p.s That made so little sense I confused myself.

hey! i'm an 21 year old medical student (currently intercalating in anthropology) living it up in east london! i spend my spare time playing dixie chicks on guitar (badly), attempting to do yoga and turning it up at my church.

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