After being covered in shaving foam and 34 pages of History of International relations later, I am sat in my kitchen wearing my boyfriend’s clothes (and underwear), watching doctor who and drawing on military history maps.
Sim, oh you.
holiday /ˈhɒlɪˌdeɪ -dɪ/n
- (often plural) chiefly brit a period in which a break is taken from work or studies for rest, travel, or recreation
These Easter holidays seem to have very little to do with the actual definition of a holiday. My ‘me-time’ started off with the sighting of a mouse in my flat, followed by a major OCD-style cleaning which basically entailed covering the whole house in bleach. Now that Frizzie -yes, I gave the mouse a name- has gone out of my life, I have 50 odd pages of public and private law to memorise and a whole variety of paperwork to sort out.
As I was insatiably jealous of my friends, whom are either touring Europe or enjoying the unusually wonderful Alsatian weather, I decided to take a break and grab a coffee with my special one. You’d think I would use such time to chill out and be all cheesy with my man, but I instead spent it discussing the Arab domination back in the middle ages and brainstorming the business plan of a possible start-up.
I’ve just realised I haven’t posted anything since *rolling drums December 10th (reblogs don’t count). Very much has happened since then, and I do not feel to be quite the same person I used to be at the end of last year. After wondering in the dark for months, I think I might have finally found myself and managed to set a path for myself regarding my studies and work ambitions. It was not easy and I have lost people along the way, however I promised myself not to let it get under my skin: if something (or someone) starts to poison your existence, then you must do yourself a favour, put your feelings aside and let it go.
Such a decision, however hard it was, did definitely pay off in the long term, as I have found some truly amazing people who were always beside me and who I had failed to notice before. To celebrate such a jolly part of my life, I have decided to get inked right on my ribs MEMENTO AVDERE SEMPER (i.e. Remember to always dare in Latin). I shall not bother you with what I have been up to any further otherwise this would turn into a too long a post, so here is a pretty picture of myself being all badass in Place de la République:
PS: The moral of this post is “I am still alive”.
My life is being pretty boring as of yet, as I spend my days trying to learn Russian, German and Dutch -with very poor results, I must admit- and working for a few projects I shall tell you about very soon. On another note, I have updated my About me section, which you can check out at this link and you can finally access my Instagram profile from your laptop, it’s only a click away!
Since I have nothing interesting to tell you about, in the following days I shall share with you some of my favourite paintings and sculptures, together with my personal interpretation of the latter - that’s my art history A level coming in handy for once -, so stay tuned for some fab art!
That’d be all from your very favourite blogger (and Lucille the Seal), greeting you from Deutschland!