Tuesday, 24 February 2015

It's a hard life

Dear diary, 

↑ That is how I spent the majority of my week. Hiding. Pretending that the dreadful paper I had to write on ancient Near Eastern Wisdom texts would go away. Sometimes papers I write are ok, I can do them. I know what I want to say and I say it. This one?! No idea.

I spent most of my days crying. No joke. Like actual tears coming from my head. It was stressfullll, but now, it's done! I can now live, and breathe, and come out of hiding and get round to cleaning my bathroom (like seriously, it's disgusting, I shouldn't even be allowed to be a woman). 

Until the next paper...

Monday, 16 February 2015

Before the Crack of Dawn

Dear diary,

Good morning. It's 10am, and I have been up for 5 and a half hours and have traveled 98.4 miles. Yes, you did read that right, I was up at 4:30. Why, I hear you ask? Well, I'll tell ya. I'll tell ya right now. Right nzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

That was me sleeping.

Just kiggind. (That was supposed to say kidding, but it made me laugh so I'm not even going to change it.)

I was supposed to be coming home today, but the only times Mum was available to pick me up from the station (because she's working) was 9am or 4pm. Well, I'd told friends I was meeting them in the afternoon, and so I had to be back way before 4, so 9am was the way to go. I could have gone a little later, but then I would have had to get the bus home myself, and aint nobody got time fo dat. Especially with a suitcase. Thank God for Mums!

So because it takes an hour to walk to the train station, two hours on the train, and a changeover in the middle, half four was my alarm time. I left at 5, and it was pitch black. It was also freeeeeezing and then started drizzling. I then got scared my suitcase would wake people as I was walking by their houses on the way to the train station because of the wheels against the pavement, so I carried my suitcase instead of rolling it. My hands aren't thanking me for that. But I think I'd rather that than a grumpy man being woken by my suitcase rumbling across the front of his house, the sound resembling thunder.

The reason for me telling you this however, is that although I did the one thing a non-morning person would never do.. Heck, I did something a morning person would probably never do, but the things is I actually enjoyed it.

I started praying on the way, and then I found I kept getting distracted, so then I started singing. I would have looked a right idiot if anyone was round. But it was 5am, don't be silly, no one would be around. And anyway, it was Jesus I was singing to, not random wierdos out at 5am.

It was so good to spend the first hour with God, and although it was dark, cold, raining and my bag was heavy, I was so happy. God is good,

Lav xx

P.s, I started writing this at 10am. It's now 1pm. Oooops. I was distracted by my newest obsession, Flula. ←WARNING. Don't click that link if you have any work to do. Or if you should be somewhere. Seriously. I made that mistake, and now I probably won't leave this sofa for the rest of the day.

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Notes from the littleun.

This note Isaac threw down the stairs in a desperate attempt to be allowed back downstairs. He had been trying to get my attention because I'd promised to play a rugby game on the xbox against him, and I was talking to Mum. He then sang in my face to get my attention.

This note reads:
to laviana

i am sorry for
sining in your face

by isaac.

Hehe! What a cutie!


Monday, 9 February 2015

Missing summer.


Dear diary,

Today, I don't know why, but I am missing summer. Maybe it's because today the sun is shining, yet there is still an icy presence of winter. I am missing the freedom, the heat and the excitement of being back home and seeing friends.

I am missing seeing Mum and my brother's everyday. I'm missing the late night chats with Jon. I am missing the anticipation of holidays and festivals. I am missing going out with just a tshirt on, and not feeling like you're going to freeze to death. I am missing french markets and fresh baguettes. I am missing swimming in the heat.

I am missing summer.

I am so excited for it to come around again, but I am making sure to not to wish today away.


Saturday, 7 February 2015

Positivity, Prayer, Pilates then Painting.

Dear diary,

This morning I woke with the worst backache I think I've ever had.. And I've had quite a lot of backache in my time. I knew it was just muscle ache and so had a boiling hot shower to try to get it to calm down a bit.. Nothing.

I then thought it'd be a good idea to lift some things. I know, I know.

My back popped. I literally couldn't move. And I don't like to do things by halves, so I carried on thinking that if I didn't think about it, it would go away. It took me about 15 minutes to open a paint tin I was in so much pain. I tried to carry on, but my friend Rosie saw that I was in pain and made me go back home to lie down. I did.

But that kinda just made it worse. I then sat by a radiator because I know it's just a pulled muscle kinda backache. Lizzie then prayed for me. I then did some Pilates moves I remember from when I used to go every week religiously when I had lots of pain in my lower back.

I decided I could do some more painting, and I was bored, so I went back. It's still twinging (← is that the right word? Is it even an actual word? Who knows.) but I did do lots of painting, and it's no where near as bad as it was this morning.

That's how to get rid of back pain. Positivity, prayer and Pilates. And I suppose a sprinkle of stubbornness, but that doesn't begin with 'p'. So we'll leave that out.

(Pics: yes the above pictures are me doing pilates. We'll quickly move on from that, ok? Ok.)