Slacker

Okay so I've been REALLY bad at writing on her recently. I could come up with a thousand excuses of job, uni reading, holiday blah blah blah, but they are all very poor excuses. Its strange when I think about it, because I started this blog for the purpose of a creative outlet, in which i can practice my writing skills and discovering what it is I truly love to write about, what I'm good at writing about, and what people enjoy me writing about (so feedback is very much welcome!) But between work and other day to day 'necessities' it can become so  easy to just do sweet f.f and sit in my pants. But when I go off to bedfordshire all I can think is 'what a wasted day, and all I have to show for it is and ever expanding bum print in my bed!'
I love to be busy, having things to do, and going to bed utterly exhausted but with a Cheshire like grin on my face- so it makes no sense that when i have time to do, i just don't. I do find that my mind is constantly buzzing, unable to switch off. I guess sometimes i just get a bit stuck- having all these thoughts but know way of organising them and no clue where to start. My mind ends up getting a bit swamped and its ten times easier to just whack out the pants that it is to actually do anything about it.
But I'm going back to uni next week and it's as if I've blinked and missed summer- I had 6 months off but where the chuff did it all go?!? I wouldn't go as far to say I had some sort of grand epiphany, more of a slight realisation and a kick up the backside- If this year slipped through my fingers like water, then before I know it I'll be old and grey with multiple pairs of pants but not much else. I'm not saying i'd rather my life be like stone because then nothing would happen, but just making everything more tangible i guess, like a type of goo...but then I want it to be enjoyable so maybe more of a really hard tub of ice cream.
I know this sounds so cliche (i am actually rolling my eyes at , myself whilst writing this) but you do only live once, no one does remember the nights they had plenty of sleep, and right now is the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever been again. So if i roll in to uni absolutely shagged, then the reassurance of telling myself 'daym that was a good night out' is far better that just going through the motions. And its not just about countless night of debauchery, but the simple things like taking time to write on here, having a meal with the family, and visiting and spending time with friends who I miss and have probably neglected.
So, I started this blog mostly for fashion, but I think it may be nice to expand- style, culture, events, well life really. This way I'll have much more to blab on about and it will really give me a chance to explore my writing and find my niche.

Sorry for all this spiel (bit heavy for half 11 in the morning!) I do promise I am not trying to be a philosophizer and my posts wont turn into me ranting about the world and being all preachy; just thought this would be a good kickstart to get me into gear.

So yeah feedback, comments, questions, ideas are all welcome.


Bye bye pants- Today is my fooookin mountain yeah.