Tuesday, 31 March 2015

March's Jottings of Love

Dear diary,

Today is the end of March, which means tomorrow is April. How fast has that gone?! Enough of that... Here are my favourite things that I've loved from the past month.


The first thing is my dangling lady necklace. I probably should rename that, but I'm not gunna. Haters gunna hate.

My Mum bought her as a present for me from a french market in the summer for €10. I love her, and I always get compliments when I wear her.

Also, on a side note, I love the mix of wearing dresses with denim shirts. The mix of femininity with the dress, but also the tomboy-ness of the shirt. Loves it.


Second is this mug. It was a christmas present from the bestie, and it's my fave. It's a cup shaped as a heart why would you not love it?!

It is a bugger to clean, but that doesn't matter because it's so prettttttty!


Third is this picture of Isaac. This is him turning on 'angry mode'. I don't know how he thought of this, or why, but it was hilarious (although we didn't let him know this).

He'll not be this little long, so I'm making sure to remember all the silly little quirks he has as he grown. I can't really remember any from my two other younger brothers!

Next is this article about film posters and the titles they should have had, along with this article about Victoria Beckham. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I love her.


And lastly, is the sun shining. I'm so happy it's starting to become spring. I can hear birds chirping as I write this. Spring is my most favourite time of year, and I'm so excited for more fun in the sun!

xx

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Dance.

Dear diary,

I've been having dance lectures, four hours a week, for the past six weeks. I'm not going to lie to you, they've been hard. I was kind of looking forward to it, knowing it's a little different to learning scripts, and is a bunch of new skills to learn. But then I started the lectures. It's contemporary dance, so there's so much to think about, because it's all about technique. I've lost count of the times the teacher shouted a different body part at me "RIBS DOWN! STRETCH YOUR KNEES! ARTICULATE! STRAIGHT BACK! LIFT YOUR EYES! PUT YOUR SHOULDERS DOWN! STRETCH YOUR ARMS OUT! LIFT YOUR CHIN! WHERE IS YOUR CENTER?!"

There's been many times I've been on the verge of crying because I just can't get a dance move that everyone else seems to have got straight away. There's been so many times when I got brain freeze when we had to show her the dance moves individually.

Then we were told of our assessment. My mind immediately siezed up. I can't do this! I can't devise a 3 minute piece all on my own! I prayed, I picked a bible verse to base my piece on, and I chose a song. It will come to no surprise that the verse I picked was "I can do all this through him who gives me strength." - Phillipians 4:13, and the song was You Make Me Brave - Bethel.

And I was off. Praying along the way, and trusting that I would come up with something half decent. I asked a friend to dance with me, because I thought it might take the focus off of me.

Yesterday, I performed for the aforementioned assessment, and I was so nervous. I had to give myself a talking to; saying, "this is your best. That's all you can do." I got up on stage, and the music started. This was it. I gave it my all.

When I got off the stage to take my seat, I looked up and the whole row above me had tears in their eyes. They were so touched by my dance, and not because I'm a good dancer or anything, but because of the story that was told through my dance of God making people strong and brave through his strength. I almost cried, myself! I was so in awe of how God would use me to talk to other people through things I'm not even half decent at! He's a good God.

And now that I have finished that module, I think I'm really going to miss dance.

xx

(The above pic are stills from a video of the dance. Soz for the quality, they're the only pics I have)

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Date Night // Homemade Golf Edition


Dear diary,

Date night with this one is always a blast. We always have fun ideas of what to do but because we're both students, we're both skint. So we have to be creative, without spending any money. This night, we decided on golf. Then we realised we don't have a golf course, golf club or any golf balls. Uh oh. If we were a normal couple we'd have just watched a film. But we're not. We're a strange couple, so we decided to do it anyway.

After a good google, and a think, we decided to have a look around to see if we could find anything we could use for our golfing experience.

This is what we came up with (no lie).

Golf ball? Easy, a sponge red clown nose.
Golf club? Easier, the 'hoover' end of Henry the hoover.
Golf course? The corridor in ma house.
Golf course obstacles?  Whatever, and I mean whatever, we could find.



Every round, something else was added. In the end, we had to go round the water bottle, down the line of pens (without knocking an army man over), through the gap in the hairspray/dryshampoo cans, through the dvd bridge, and into the cup at the end! Every hit you had to take was 1 point, if you touched the army men dotted around you'd get 5 points. If you knocked them over, well, you'd get 10 points. The aim was to get the least points at the end.




And, ahem, guess who won?! That's right, yours truly. Girl power! (I honestly have no idea how, I'm the worse at anything to do with coordination. Honestly, you should see me in dance lectures!)


It was a fun night, and didn't cost a thing. Love it.

xx

Monday, 9 March 2015

Baileys and cream and sparkling. Sparkling Baileys and cream. Cream. Baileys.


Dear diary,

I had baileys, I put squirty cream in it. Mum found a sparkler and put that in it.
Question, do you think there's anything that tastes and looks as good as this?!

Answer: No.

P.s, could you tell I had no idea what to call this?! Don't tell anyone, it's a secret...

Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Bye doll thing.


Dear diary,

Ok, so I know that this doll thing is creepy but I can explain, honest!

I got her when I was 13 for my birthday because although I thought I was super grown up I had always wanted a doll head to do different hairstyles on. I got her, and I loved her. I gave her lots of hairstyles, some including straighteners. The thing is however, her hair is synthetic and so when I tried to curl/straighten her hair, it melted. Oops. So I had to give her a haircut. What she's sporting now is said haircut.

After her hair was too short to do anything decent, I left her on my wardrobe not wanting to throw her away, but wanting to throw her away all the same. I, at the age of 20, have decided that it's time for her to go. She's been watching me sleep, from the top of the wardrobe, for too long. I thought, therefore, I'd keep her in internet form, on here, to watch you sleep instead.

This has gotten a little wierd.. I'll wrap it up now before you lose any sleep.

So, erm, goodbye, doll thing. We had some fun, and then I cut your hair and then not so much fun. Swings and roundabouts, eh.

xx