10 Tips for Managing Stress and a Heavy Workload

Hey guys! Today’s post is all about managing stress and heavy workloads – something I’m very familiar with considering I’m in my second year of university studying law. The workload is intense. The stress is intense.

This post is more geared around people studying in school or university, but if you’re in an actual job in the grown-up world and you manage to take something from this post too, then that’s awesome!

Before I get into the body of my post, I just wanted to quickly mention my latest YouTube video. One of the main ways to manage stress is through relaxation, and since music is a huge part of my life, listening to soothing music really helps me to unwind. That being said, I recently covered an absolutely beautiful song called ‘Midnight in London’ (below) which is perfect to listen to while reading this post (hint hint). My channel is only a couple of months old and it would mean a lot if you could watch the video – it really is a beautiful song 🙂

Shameless self-promotion aside, here are my 10 tips for helping to manage your stress levels and workload.

  1. Try and start all of your work in advance. Like before anyone else has even started thinking about starting theirs. This is pretty essential when you have a constant influx of work. Literally, as hard as I work and as much work as I do, I will never run out of university work to complete until June 2016 when it’s FINALLY summer break (and maybe temporarily over Christmas break too). With the amount of tasks that I have to complete it’s vital that I stay on top of it; being well ahead of the game also means that I can afford to take a break from doing any work for 2, even 3 days at a time if I’m too burnt out from doing it all. That kind of a break obviously not an option though if I’m not ahead of all my work as it won’t be completed in time, and sometimes everyone just needs an entire weekend off right?
  2. Even when you are in the midst of doing work, make sure to take enough breaks. If you’re the type of person that can study for 5 straight hours with no break…then I envy you, but most people probably can’t! You need to make sure that you take 10 minutes out every now and again, or you can actually negatively impact your study performance by not allowing your brain to stop and recuperate for a few minutes.
  3. Make sure to spend enough time each day relaxing and doing the things that you like. For me on the average day that involves spending time with my pets, singing, gaming, writing, watching TV and making YouTube videos. Whatever your hobbies are and whatever you like to do to relax, you need to make sure that you do enough of it. All work and no play not only makes Jack a dull boy (horror movies woo!), but is also detrimental to your ability to learn and absorb new information. Take a relaxing bath, spend time with family, watch my YouTube videos…ha :p but seriously, allocate at the very least an hour a day to doing things that you enjoy.
  4. Make sure you get enough sleep. This is probably something you’ve heard before, but it is super important. If you don’t get enough sleep, not only will your brain be sluggish and unable to process things as fast usual, but also you will just feel sucky. Overall you will feel more positive about yourself and about life in general and more able to cope with stressful situations if you get enough sleep. I personally can survive (ish) on 8 hours but I ideally need 9 or 10 hours…I like to sleep. Lots. Anything under 8 hours and I find myself so tired that I have to take naps in the middle of the day. My body genuinely doesn’t function well without sleep. So that means getting a bed routine and going to bed earlier than you perhaps normally would – even if you don’t get really tired like me when you don’t get enough sleep. Trust me, your brain would still benefit from getting at least 8 hours each night.
  5. Study with friends! Having a heavy workload is a soul-crushing experience, but it can be pretty fun when you share your pain with friends. Not only will the gossip breaks (and the guy equivalent of that if you’re male) help you to rest your brain every once in a while, but working as a pair or group can really help you to understand your work better and you may learn new things from each other. I definitely recommend getting together with a friend and doing work if you don’t understand something – it really does help.
  6. Only listen to lyrical music if you know you can concentrate when it’s playing. If you keep getting distracted by the song then don’t listen to it…simple (or listen to music without any lyrics like instrumentals)! If you find that you can’t concentrate with lyrical music playing then not only will your work take twice as long to complete, but it may be pretty frustrating for you to keep losing focus and the quality of the work may suffer. Still though, you should definitely listen to my video, that’s not distracting at all. And even if you do find it distracting…listen to it anyway. Plz? :3
  7. Start preparing your revision material from your first lesson/lecture/whatever. If you make notes, draw diagrams or spider diagrams, or use cue cards start doing that from day one. If you do, it means that when it’s actually time to revise you can get started straight away – and you start learning the syllabus early by making your revision materials.
  8. Try no to be lazy. I know I said sometimes I take 2 or 3 days off…but that’s only if I know that I can afford to. If you can’t afford to then struggle through it – don’t just give up! You’ll find yourself so much more stressed 2 days later when you have even more work to do. If you’re ill that’s obviously a different story…but be honest, all you’ll do is lay in bed all day and you can at least get some of your reading in! Even make notes maybe!! Unless you’re dying obviously. If you’re dying then you’re entitled to a couple of days off. No more than 3 though. After 3 days you better be at LEAST doing your reading.
  9. Don’t completely forgo your social life because of your workload. Studying with friends like I said is a good (and productive) way of maintaining your social life, but don’t forget to occasionally go shopping or have a sleepover or go clubbing with your friends; whatever you like to do. It’s important for your ability to manage stress and your overall wellbeing that you don’t isolate yourself from your friends because your education is killing you. It’s very tempting to lock yourself away and never face the light of day like some kind of work-crazy hobbit, but it’s not really the healthiest thing for you to do. Try to set aside time each week or even every 2 weeks to catch up with friends.
  10. And finally – don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s healthy to push yourself a bit, and even to feel a bit of stress – it’s how we get things done. But if you don’t understand something or feel like you haven’t done a good enough job on a piece of work, don’t be too hard on yourself and just remember that you did the best that you could. It’s not easy for anyone and even if no one else can, I can feel your pain. Even writing this post is going to cost me an hour of make-up studying because of how much hard work law is to study…so if it feels like too much for you just remember that I’m in the same position as you and I’m down for curling up into a ball and crying together about it anytime.

Hope you enjoyed this post guys and that it helped even just a little, and I hope you have great weeks!

Until next time guys,

Carley ❤

My Greatest Fear…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”

So this post’s inspiration was taken from today’s prompt entitled ‘1984’. The description of the prompt is: you’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.

There are plenty of things that I could talk about. I’m a huge horror fan, but my mind has an annoying habit of being over-active every time I watch something horror-related and I could talk for hours about all manner of horrifying creatures and scenarios that my mind has kept me awake thinking about. I could talk about going outside alone in the middle of the night, or I could talk about how much it would suck to get murdered. Being tortured would also be pretty lame for me since I’m a wimp and I really don’t deal with pain well.

But as for my greatest fear? That’s something a lot less sinister, and it’s probably a fear that a lot of people share; the fear of failing.

For as long as I can remember I’ve always wanted to be the best at the things that I’m passionate about. I’m fine with not being the best at everything – or even most things – but I want to be great at the few things that I truly love to do.

Only a few things fall under that category for me: singing, writing and studying law. (And animals. Definitely animals too. But I’m not sure how I’d be the best at liking animals so I left that off here…any suggestions on how I’d be the very best that no one ever was at liking animals would be great. Kthxbye).

Not only do I have high expectations for myself in regards to the things I love to do, but I also have high expectations for myself in regards to my life in general. Again, since I was relatively young I’ve always been adamant that I would not be a girl that settled for a mediocre job and a mediocre salary. Neither would I be a girl that got pregnant at 16 (or pregnant ever. I hate kids, ugh) and be stuck spending what were supposed to be the best years of my life looking after a kid. I would not be a girl that got married and then divorced, and neither would I marry too young. I would not be a girl that couldn’t afford to travel, or had to constantly limit herself due to financial constraints.

I promised myself that I would achieve what a lot of people never manage to and that I literally would have it all – and the weight of that is crushing.

To answer the question at hand: if I were in a room with my greatest fear, there would probably just be a mirror. Or a creepy doppelganger-me with no eyes or something. Regardless, the point I’m making is that my greatest fear is probably myself, and my own limitations.

I’m scared that I won’t succeed in life the way I want to, and that I won’t be any good at the things I love to do. I’ve always wanted to be a singer – but how many people share the same dream and never achieve it? Far too many to count. I’m scared I’ll never realise this dream, and it’s something that I want so much. I started a YouTube channel to showcase my singing (among other things) a couple of months ago, and as with most channels it’s really slow-going getting any kind of exposure or attention. I’m scared that the channel will crash and burn embarrassingly in front of everyone. I’m scared that I’ll fail my law degree and my back-up career of being a solicitor/barrister (strange back-up career I know, but I really love singing) will also crash and burn, and I’ll end up on benefits or in a really shitty job for the rest of my life. I’m scared I’ll never move away from my city and lead an uneventful and boring life.

I love to write and I’d love to write a book – I’m scared no one would even like anything that I’d write and I’d waste my time writing something completely worthless.

All of these things terrify me, but when I think about it the thing that terrifies me the most is the thought that I just might not be good enough.

Sometimes the weight of all of the pressure that I put on myself is suffocating, and it seems hopeless that I’ll ever achieve any of the things I want to. It’s a struggle sometimes to rise to the challenge (hahahahaha [insert sex joke here]), but I’m definitely not the type of person who’s content to lie down and let everything pass me by.

I’m determined to do my best to achieve my dreams – and if I fail I can at least take some solace in the fact that I damn near killed myself trying to get there, and that I did the best that I could possibly do.

Most likely, you have hopes and dreams and ambitions too. Maybe you don’t put as much pressure on yourself as I do, but that doesn’t make your dreams any less real than mine are – so do your best and don’t give up even when it’s hard! Believe in yourself and do what you can to succeed…and also don’t visit whatever the hell kind of room this prompt is going on about, coz it seems depressing as hell and kinda counter-productive tbh :/

…yeah. Anyway, this is the end of this post, I hope you enjoyed it! Have a great week 🙂

Carley ❤

Story Time!

DON'T YOU JUST LOVE CHILDREN?!
DON’T YOU JUST LOVE CHILDREN?!

Hey guys! So as some of you may know, I unfortunately haven’t been able to upload a new YouTube video for the past two weeks (you can find my channel here) – studying for a Law degree makes having a life outside doing work and revision super difficult! – but as I promised last week that I will upload at least one blog post per week, here is this week’s! It’s something a little different since I wanted to write a short story. English has always been my forte and even though I haven’t had time in a long while to do any, I love writing! What else do I love? Glad you asked. I love horror. I love reading horror stories, I love watching horror movies (and TV shows!) and so this story is a short horror story – it is almost Halloween after all :p

I hope you all enjoy! 🙂

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‘-is in critical condition-‘

‘-breathing is extremely shallow-‘

‘-blood transfusion is essential for-‘

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It was not the crash that was the most terrifying thing of all for her. It wasn’t the impact, and it wasn’t the fleeting flash of fear for her son’s safety before the all-encompassing darkness cruelly ceased her capability to think at all.

Surprisingly, the most terrifying thing of all came after this, as shredded hands touched a shredded face and as swollen eyes blinked away the viscous red liquid from obstructing their sight. It was dark and everything around her was swathed in black; to the point where she could no longer see her surroundings, only feel them. It was strange then, that despite the suffocating weight of the darkness, she could see her son clearly. It was as though he was lit by a spotlight, deliberately shining onto his face wickedly so that the full extent of his injuries were visible. It was his clothes really that convinced her that the torn up body in front of her even was her son; his face was unrecognisable.

Pearly white teeth covered with blood glinted almost painfully brightly in the inexplicable light, exposed as the top lip had been ripped from his face. The bottom lip hung awkwardly, sliced in two and stretched to hang down to his chin as though the lip had been pulled downwards, but when let go hadn’t snap back into place. Blood covered every inch of his face, every inch of his body. For a brief second, her eyes lingered upon the bloody airbag in front of him.

It was his eyes that struck her the most however. Every single part of him was saturated with blood, and yet his eyes remained clear and bright.

And open.

Her brain – riddled with shock and disbelief as it was – told her calmly that of course he was dead, no five year old could survive those injuries. So why were his eyes so…alive? Abruptly, she switched her attention to the eerie light illuminating her son. Suddenly this was the most important thing that she could focus on. Where was it coming from, and why was it shining directly onto him? In hindsight, this was certainly her traumatised brain’s why of dealing with the shock and agony she would have otherwise undoubtedly been feeling; it was her brain’s attempt at redirection. She frantically searched around the blackened car, feeling for anything that might be a button and pressing them to see if there was still any power in the car that could be causing the light. She pressed her face against the window, even going so far as to drag her mangled – and in some places – unresponsive body over her son’s tiny corpse to peer outside. No matter where she looked, all she was met with was the unending darkness and a tangible silence.

A rustle.

A giggle.

A movement.

She slammed her body backwards against what she assumed was the drivers side’s window and looked down at her son with wide eyes, pupils dilated in shock and horror. Slowly he turned his head to look at her and his bottom lip stretched sideways slightly in what was vaguely reminiscent of smile.

‘Why do you look so scared mummy?’ A voice that was not his spoke, deep and gravelly. ‘I think I hurt myself. Will you kiss it better?’

It’s arms outstretched towards her, and the frayed seatbelt snapped, as what was once her son began to slowly advance towards her with its arms outstretched and its broken bones popping and clicking as the fractures grinded against each other. She shrieked, and threw herself against the window as she frantically attempted to break it. Embedded in her left thigh was cylindrical, solid object and without thought or hesitation she pulled it from herself with a wet ‘pop’ and rammed it against the glass until it gave way. She threw herself from the car and into the unknown world outside, thinking very little of the deep lacerations that were being etched into her stomach and back from the jagged glass.

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The hardest part about being a single mother was having to handle everything that life threw at you all by yourself. Perhaps this was why her brain, riddled with grief and anguish had concocted such a scary vision of her dead child, her therapist suggested. After all, the brain is a very powerful thing and can create hallucinations so vivid, that to the person experiencing them, they have no choice but to believe that what they saw was real, he concluded.

She nodded hollowly, wanting nothing more than to hobble outside to her sister’s car and go home.

‘I know what I saw.’ She stated lowly, looking into Dr. Bentley’s eyes intensely before exiting the room as quickly and with as much dignity as she could.

She had already paid Dr. Bentley at the beginning of the session, and so he had no reason to stop her.

On the drive home she began to tire of her sister’s not-so-subtle glances at her face and turned to meet her eyes.

‘What?’ She snapped with as much emotion as she could muster.

After a brief second of silence, her sister replied ‘Are you sure you don’t want to stay with me and Ty? I’m worried about you. I don’t think it’s good for you to stay in that house all alone, sis.’

‘I’m fine. I want to stay there.’ Her response was curt, sharp.

‘I know you think that and I know being there reminds you of…him, but I really think-‘

‘When I want to know what you ‘think’ I’ll make sure to tell you.’ The words stung her sister, she could tell. To be honest, she didn’t really care. She would not leave that house. The house that she bought with her own money, the house that she had intended to raise her son in.

The rest of the journey went by in silence and when the car pulled up outside of her house, she saw her sister’s pitying look and decided to exit the car quickly before her sister decided to say something more.

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Again that night, she struggled to sleep. Her entire body ached deeply, in a way that reverberated in her bones. Her two broken ribs burned anytime that she breathed – or moved – and when she eventually did sleep, it was fitful.

‘Will you kiss it better?’

She shot up instantly before howling in pain, he brow drenched with sweat. The agony was so severe that for a second her vision greyed before clearing up again, allowing her to view her surroundings. She looked to the left, then to the right. She even looked up, but nothing was there. Was that a hallucination? The thought was hateful to her, that she could have lost control of her mind in such a way that she would see and hear things that weren’t there – but every time she saw a small, boy-shaped shadow move across the wall and or hear a gleefully devilish giggle, she couldn’t help but feel that her grasp on reality was slipping.

‘Will you mummy?’

The sudden voice made her shriek once more as her horror-stricken eyes settled on the bottom edge of her bed.

There, her son, covered in dirt and the tux that he was buried in stood staring at her – smiling that grossly disfigured smile with his exposed teeth glinting in the moonlight.

‘Baby?’ She croaked, throat burningly dry.

‘Why did you bury me mummy?’ The gravelly voice took on a child-like whining quality. It oozed misery.

‘I…I didn’t-‘ She began, her heart twisting with grief, terror and joy. Grief as she remembered the loss of her son, pulling his mangled body into the tiny tuxedo that she had had to buy for the funeral and the emptiness that she felt as his miniature coffin was lowered into the earth. Terror as she regarded his unmercifully hideous injuries…injuries that surely would have rendered anyone dead. And joy, because after weeks of sorrow and intense longing, he was finally here, just inches from her reach. How she wished to close that gap and hold her son again.

‘Why did you bury me mummy? I was scared.’ What was left of its bottom lip shook in a way that was reminiscent of a trembling toddler seconds before they started crying.

Her tears stung the lacerations covering her cheeks.

‘Why did you leave me mummy? I was all alone.’

‘I didn’t baby, I would never leave you-‘ Her sentence was abruptly cut short by an impromptu sob that tore its way from her throat.

‘You did mummy, you did!’ It shrieked almost indignantly. Its voice took on a husky quality that didn’t quite sound right. Like it was trying to mimic her tears insincerely.

It stretched out its twisted limbs the same way that it had in the wreckage of the car, and for a second she panicked. As if reading her mind the child cried, ‘Don’t leave me again mummy!’

She relaxed. She moved towards what was left of her son. She steeled herself against the grotesque sight of his mangled body. He didn’t look perfect anymore, but that didn’t matter. He was her son and she would never leave him again. She had made mistakes – it was hard being a single mum, and he made such a fuss when she tried to strap him into the car seat in the back. He just liked sitting next to her whilst she drove and sometimes it was easier to just let him. She had made a mistake, but now she had a second chance and she wasn’t about to let that go.

‘Come here baby.’ She cooed tearfully, her arms outstretched in the same manner as his. The toddler chirped gleefully and moved clumsily to her, teetering from side to side.

She kissed the top of his head and hazily registered the realisation that he smelt differently than before. Of dirt and soil…and of rancid meat. It didn’t matter though, none of it mattered. This was her second chance. This was all she needed.

The child looked up at her, its bright eyes alive and glittering ominously in the moonlight.

‘Come with me mummy.’ It spoke, monotone this time.

‘Where are we going baby?’ She asked with a soft smile, remembering all the times that they had played this game. He would ask her to come with him, and she would ask where. Sometimes he would name a different country, other times he would name a different planet. Either way, it was his favourite game.

‘Somewhere else. You’ll like it mummy.’ Its voice took on a sinister tone as its eyes danced across her face.

‘Does this place have a name?’ She asked pleasantly, humouring his game.

‘You’ll like it mummy. Come with me.’ Was his only response as he put his wet hand into hers and with surprising strength began to pull her towards the edge of the bed.

‘I’ll go anywhere with you baby.’ She assured him affectionately, as she followed the small, rotting boy out of the bedroom door, down the stairs, and out of their house.

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So…yup. That was it basically! This is the first time I’ve written an actual story in at least a couple of years and I really enjoyed it! I hope you guys did too…and if it didn’t creep you out then at the very least I hope it was an entertaining read! It was only intended to be a short story, so I didn’t go majorly in depth with any of it the way I would had I been writing a novel (or at the very least a longer story)!

Do you wanna know how I came up with the idea for it? It was really random…I hurt myself yesterday and I text my boyfriend that I ‘had a booboo’. And then I was thinking that I was like a toddler. And then I wondered, what if I was a toddler but my injuries were a lot worse than that. And then also what if I were a zombie?

So obviously zombie toddler = devil toddler. Obviously.

Anyway, again I hope you enjoyed this – let me know! And feel free to write a story and send it to me – I love reading and would be happy to comment on it, review it, or maybe even feature it on my bog if I like it enough!

Thanks so much,

Until next time guys ❤

My Most Embarrassing Moments

Hey guys! I’ve been away for a while, and for that I apologise. Having just started back at university on my second year of a particularly gruelling Law degree (Land law? No thanks), singing, job hunting, volunteering, making YouTube videos and attempting to both spend time with my pets AND have some semblance of a social life (not to mention that I’ve started going to the gym now), I’ve not had a whole load of time to update the blog. I really will try to though!

Today’s post is all about my most embarrassing moments; of which I have had plenty. Seriously, I am a colossal fuck up.

I started thinking about this yesterday when I was complaining about an expensive new concealer that I’ve had to dump because it made me break out, and my friend told me that she couldn’t see any acne on my face and I replied ‘Well, I make-up good’.

Not a huge, earth-shattering embarrassing moment right? I still felt like a genuine idiot for saying it though and it lead me to think of every time I’ve ever done something that has lead to my being embarrassed…or embarrassment that has unwittingly befell me.

The time that I had a little bit too much to drink and projectile vomited in my friend’s hair. Not sure how I will ever live this one down. In my defence I did tell her that if she makes me do too many shots I will puke, so really she only has herself to blame. Regardless, I feel that there will be no equilibrium until she pukes in my hair, and so when I (rarely) dare to venture out into the sticky world of ‘clubbing’ with her I always make sure to offer her my hair when we’re in the bathroom after she’s had one too many.

That time I was wearing a long, flowing skirt and no underwear and the wind blew the skirt up in the middle of the street. That was a thing, it happened and I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

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The progression of my face in that moment…

The time I forgot which changing room my friend was in and walked in on a naked lady. I SAID I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

The time I was in the weights section and fell off of the gym equipment, with a loud and obvious crash. Being the only woman actually IN the weights at the time it was especially awkward because you already have the men staring at you as if to say, ‘What are you doing here woman? Are you lost? The treadmills are downstairs!’. It actually made it worse when they tried to help me. It’s only sincere if you aren’t laughing, guys.

The time I went to the gym after a month’s hiatus and some guy recognised and referred to me as ‘The girl that fell off of the weights machine’. I legitimately changed gyms after that.

The time I was walking down an empty street and decided to use the opportunity to belt out a song, only for me to turn the corner and see that there were in fact five people there, all staring at me. They didn’t even applaud. How rude.

When I was young and I couldn’t figure out how to make the alien give birth (90s kids know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!). As a child I was genuinely mortified.

Yaassssss
Yaassssss

The time I kept pronouncing the word ‘epitome’ wrong, but was adamant that I was right. As the connoisseur of words that I am, this was unforgiveable.

That time when I was 11 and used to run with my head down, and ran straight into a brick wall. All the other 11 year olds laughed at me.

That time I went to school in my uniform summer dress and realised that I forgot to put on underwear. It was a particularly windy day and I had to call my mum to get her to bring some to school, and she had to call reception and tell them why she was coming- no. You know what? I SAID I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

The sad thing is I have so many more embarrassing moments that I could talk about. Why am I so awkward?

But anyway, that was this post for today! I hope sharing in my misery brought you at least a little bit of joy!

Sorry for my delay in updating, I’ll do my very best to post at least once a week.

I hope you all have great weeks,

Until next time guys!

Carley ❤

7 Things That all Pale People Know to be True

Being pale. This is a topic that I know a lot about considering I walk around most days looking only slightly more tanned than a corpse (and slightly less tanned than a corpse in the dead of winter). I know I’m not the only pale person out there, and with this in mind I created a little list about the things that I KNOW all pale people experience. If you’re pale and you get a little too depressed reading this list then feel free to watch my video that is at the end of this list that is called ‘10 Awesome Things About Pale Skin’!

  1. Finding foundation and concealer that matches your skin tone is near impossible.

The closest foundation colour that I’ve found to my skin tone is Illamasqua’s Rich Liquid Foundation – colour code 100. And as for concealer? Two shades LIGHTER than your skin tone?! HA. Not gonna happen. The most I can hope for is to find a concealer only two shades darker. I know the whole concealer-foundation issue my be a well-known gripe amongst pale people and although I do want to be original, I also can’t justify not drawing attention to something that literally dominates many pale peoples’ lives.

Illamasqua Rich Liquid Foundation in 100. 'Nuff said.
Illamasqua Rich Liquid Foundation in 100. ‘Nuff said.
  1. Going to the beach and being told that you’re ‘too pale’.

Has this never happened to you? Because it genuinely has happened to me. On the beach, on the bus, when I’m just walking down the street…people constantly feel the need to tell me that I’m pale. AS IF I DIDN’T ALREADY KNOW THAT.

  1. Catching a glimpse of yourself in a reflective surface in public whilst wearing white and almost pooping yourself because you think that you aren’t wearing any clothes.

‘OHMIGOD I’M NAKED WHERE ARE ALL MY CLOTHES-oh wait, I’m wearing them, they’re just the same colour as my skin’.

  1. Wearing dark clothes and looking instantly goth.

God forbid that you have black hair too.

  1. Standing next to any non-pale white people or any dark-skinned people in photos, especially when the flash is on.

Here is a picture of my boyfriend and I. I look like Casper.

Don't worry, I'm a friendly ghost.
Don’t worry, I’m a friendly ghost.
  1. Being the only one to not wear face paint/make-up on Halloween.

Why bother using white face paint? It’ll just blend into your skin tone…and if you were going to put white make-up on your face you’d just use your normal foundation tbh. And as for anything else? Just skip the concealer and your dark circles under your eyes will be terrifying enough.

  1. The struggles of tanning.

You know, when there’s a wedding or a formal event and you REALLY don’t want to apply fake tan, but you know everyone else will be and you’re worried that if you don’t you might seem underdressed. I know that feeling bro, I share your pain.

That was today’s post guys! If you want to feel some pale acceptance and pride then watch the video below!

Thank you so much for reading/watching, I hope you enjoyed today’s post, and I have you have great weeks!

Until next time guys!

Carley ❤

Getting to Sleep!

Hi guys, happy Saturday! Today’s post is related to a video that I recently uploaded to YouTube, which is all about sleeping.

I know how disruptive and counterproductive it can be if you find it difficult to get to sleep, and being tired can lead to a whole host of problems such as lack of ability to concentrate, headaches, grouchiness, falling asleep in public places…and so on :p

All jokes aside, lack of sleep really can affect you in a very negative way and so with this in mind I made a video outlining some of the ways that can help you ensure that you get a good night’s sleep. Some of my tips are tried and tested by myself, whereas others I actually received from a doctor. I really hope this helps all of my fellow insomniacs to finally get some rest!

Until next time guys,

Carley ❤

Getting to Know Me!

Hi guys! I hope you’re all having fantastic weeks. Today I’m writing a post in conjunction with a recent video that I’ve uploaded. I started a YouTube channel a couple of months ago that is very much in its infancy but that is slowly (but surely) growing. A couple of days ago I posted a video explaining my motives for making the channel, my aims for it and answering 10 questions about myself! In order to expand this I decided to follow it up with a blog post where I answer more questions about myself so you can really get to know me.

The first 10 questions are answered in the video below.

Watch the video here!

Now onto the rest of the questions!

  1. What is your favourite book?

I would definitely say that my favourite book is Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’. I absolutely love the horror genre – be it in movies or fiction, and I have a special place in my heart for Gothic horror. I like the book so much I wrote a coursework piece on it, comparing it to Mary Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’!

  1. What is your favourite drink?

I absolutely LOVE Diet Coke (but HATE regular Coke), but being health conscious as I am I don’t drink it often since it’s really bad for you. Instead I usually drink about 2 litres of water a day and occasionally a glass of orange juice.

  1. What are your favourite TV shows?

Like I mentioned in the video…I don’t normally have one single favourite! I would probably say that my favourite TV shows include Arrested Development, Archer (which is really funny!), The Great British Bake Off (don’t judge me, I genuinely love it), Bojack Horseman, South Park obviously and The Vampire Diaries – which I kind of class as my guilty pleasure. When your boyfriend can sit with you and watch an episode midway through season 2 and predict everything that’s going to happen and what the characters are going to say despite having never watched an episode before…you know the show you’re watching is a bit cliché. But I still love it ❤

  1. Can you cook?

I would say that I can cook – but I’m not an artistic person. Most of my artistic endeavours end up not looking so great, so although I can make really tasty food the presentation of it is not always great :p

  1. What was the last thing you ate?

The last thing I ate was a bowl of fruit! It wasn’t as a meal, just a snack to help me stay healthy and get my 5 a day!

  1. What is the first thing you notice about other people?

I always notice whether someone is smiling, and whether their overall body language looks friendly. If not, this can put me off even speaking to them!

  1. What was the last text you sent and to who?

The last text that I sent was to my boyfriend and it said ‘Don’t forget to watch South Park today bro!’. We both really like South Park.

  1. What is your favourite animal?

Definitely a dog-like animal. My favourite domestic animals are dogs! My favourite wild animals are wolves.

  1. What is your best feature?

This is a difficult one for me, because in this sense I’m kind of like a stereotypical girl as I am not very boy-confident. It sounds strange but I have a mole on my stomach (a nice mole, not one of those hairy ones) which is diagonal to my belly button which I really like. I know it’s weird for that to be my favourite part of my body but it just looks like it was meant to be there, not random and it adds character to my stomach :p

  1. Do you like spicy and why/why not?

Nope! I hate spicy food! It makes my throat sad L Since my boyfriend is Caribbean however I’m a lot more used to eating spicy food than I ever have been…but I still don’t like it much!

  1. What do you do in your free time?

I kind of already answered this in the video but singing is a big part of what I do in my spare time! Other than that I love gaming, looking after my pets, writing, managing my YouTube channel and making videos and exercising!

  1. Do you ever laugh at things that you shouldn’t?

Definitely. Laughing at inappropriate times is kind of my instinctive go to for awkward situations. Prime example; the day my mum called me, crying, to tell me that my granddad had died and I just burst out laughing.

  1. Have you ever had surgery?

Yup! I have terrible eyesight and I used to have a stigmatism in my right eye and also double vision. Eventually the double vision got so bad I had to have eye surgery to correct it. For weeks I looked like some kind of terminator with one bright red eye.

  1. What is your dream holiday?

I would love to go back to Japan, but also I would love to go to Thailand! I like going to places very far away where the culture is very different to what I’m used to. I think it allows you to grow so much as a person and allows you to see how other people live.

  1. Have you ever fallen asleep at school?

Embarrassingly I have. Many times. I have a lot of issues sleeping (which I recently uploaded a video about and will be making a post about shortly!), and so I often went to school tired. Once I fell asleep mid-conversation with my teacher. It was that bad.

So that’s the end of my questions for today! I hope you enjoyed getting to know me, and I would love to get to know you!

Thanks so much for reading, and until next time guys!

Carley ❤

My Atlanta Adventure Part 3!

Hey guys, happy Sunday! I hope you’ve all had great weeks and have another great week to come!

I’ve been home now for just under 2 days and although it’s nice being home (I’ve missed my dogs sooo much!) I’m still a little sad that my vacation has ended so soon. Regardless though, I’d like to catch you up on what I did for the rest of my holiday!

As I mentioned in my last post, on Saturday we were driving up to Florida. Commence a gruelling 7 and a half hour car journey that I was more than happy to see end. That day we got settled into our apartment that was rented for the duration of the stay and took advantage of the resort’s pool! As much as I hate swimming (or being in water in general…you know…apart from having a shower etc…I’m clean, I promise!) my boyfriend managed to coerce me into the pool where I messed around with him for a bit and then proceeded to bang my foot and ankle on the metal stairs leading out of the pool, giving myself a couple of nasty bruises. Ouch. After we showered we went out to eat at a nice little Italian restaurant which was delicious, and then we took a late night visit to Universal Studios! We mostly looked around and took pictures as the rides were closed and so were many of the shops.

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Having to wear your glasses in the pool sucks
Having to wear your glasses in the pool sucks
This mountain of food is actually supposed to be bruschetta...
This mountain of food is actually supposed to be bruschetta…

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Sunday was a relatively uneventful day. Florida greeted us with heavy rain and thunderstorms and we visited friends who put on a party of sorts with food. Also I walked into a glass door like one of those dogs in cartoons, and a frog jumped on my foot.

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On Monday we went to Disneyland! I’m not a huge fan, but it was nevertheless a fun experience. There were some pretty cool rides (especially the Lilo and Stitch ‘ride’!), but nearly all of them had 30-40 minute waiting times. Were any of them really worth the wait? Not in my opinion, but since I am an eternal cynic, thrill seeker, and, as mentioned, not really a Disney fan, I’m sure many people would think that it was. Despite my aching legs and the waits, I still had a lot of fun laughing and joking with everyone and spending time with family.

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Lol
Lol

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Tuesday…another delightful car journey…except this time it lasted for 10 hours instead of just 7 and a half. We collapsed into bed when we arrived home.

I don't have any pictures for that day so here's a picture of a puppy instead
I don’t have any pictures for that day so here’s a picture of a puppy instead

This brought us to Wednesday and, yet again, we went shopping! We spent most of the day looking and purchasing from the different shops, and now my bank account hurts. Like, physically hurts me. During the evening we went out for a meal since this was our last full day. Hilariously, after the meal we all decided to go to a strip club. Yes, a strip club. We got ready and left for the club in which we spent quite a few hours. Since it was mine and my boyfriend’s first time at a strip club we mostly just gawked at the strippers on the poles. Then my boyfriend’s brother bought us both a dance, which was both a strangely enjoyable and awkward experience. There was one pretty awesome moment however when my stripper held onto my ankles and did a kind of naked hand/headstand on me.

I don’t have any photos of the strip club…:p

By the time we got home it was about 4am and I spent about half an hour complaining that I didn’t want to start packing my suitcase and then I eventually just did it and fell asleep.

I'm still terrified by this heart-attack on a plate.
I’m still terrified by this heart-attack on a plate.
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Got the stack for the strip club XD

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Our last day was Thursday. Our flight was late in the evening and so we had the day to spend with family before we left. At lunchtime we went to a gun range, where I shot my first gun! It was slightly terrifying, but I managed the gun relatively well, didn’t kill anyone and didn’t hit myself in the face with the gun due to the recoil. The first gun I shot I think was a 380. calibre and the second gun was a more powerful 40. cal. During the afternoon we ran some last minute errands and got something to eat, and then we came home and finished packing and went to the airport.

By the way, if you’re interested in watching the videos of me shooting a gun for the first time, let me know! I’m considering uploading them 🙂

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No, they really don't...
No, they really don’t…

It was really sad to leave family, but I’m looking forward to the next time we can visit!

Hope you enjoyed this post, and until next time guys.

Carley ❤

My Atlanta Adventure Part 2!

Hey guys, happy Saturday! I’m uploading this post late at night because I won’t have time to tomorrow…but more on that later. I hope you’re all having great weekends so far, and since it’s been about 6 days since I last updated you on my vacation I thought I would let you all know what I’ve been up to!

So, where I left off last time. It was Sunday and my boyfriend was just puking EVERYWHERE. As predicted in my last post, we did spend the entire day indoors, mostly just in bed.

On Monday however he felt a lot better and has not puked since (yay!), but since he had been ill the previous day we didn’t want to push it and we had a nice relaxing day with family. We ordered a pizza which was not great tbh, and during the night we all put on face masks (even the guys, which was hilarious) and posed for photos. Then we caught a late showing of ‘Insidious 2’ which was not the greatest of films, but was relatively enjoyable and had some genuinely creepy moments.

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Then Tuesday came around! We had a bit of a late start and spent some time driving around the city of Atlanta. Then we went to Centennial Park where there were – among other things – a ferris wheel, an aquarium and the Coca Cola museum. Unfortunately we were a bit too late to go into some of the attractions and so we spent about 3 hours in the aquarium which not only had a lot of pretty fish, but also had dolphins, sea lions, penguins, albino crocodiles and beluga whales! After that we went and played in a nearby water feature with the rest of the 3 year olds, briefly visited the CNN building and then we went out to eat.

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When Wednesday came we didn’t really have much that we wanted so during the day we relaxed, and then during the night we went to an arcade. Originally we had wanted to go roller skating, but they were closed. Then we tried to play laser tag, but they were also closed. So instead we messed around at the arcade for quite a while and then went bowling. I achieved my aim of not coming last (I came second to last) and then we went home.

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On Thursday we again relaxed most of the day, however we did go out to eat a delicious meal for lunch and then during the night we all snuggled down in our pyjamas and watched a movie.

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So excited for that food
So excited for that food

That leaves Friday! On Friday we went go karting which was a kind of scary experience for me since I don’t have a lot of faith in my ability to not crash, but I actually managed not to kill myself! After that we messed around in the batting cages for a while, then grabbed a burrito on the way home. As soon as we got home we had to leave again as we wanted to catch the weekend showing of the Stone Mountain laser show, which was pretty impressive!

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Weeee!
Weeee!

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So that’s been my week so far! I have to wake up at about 5am this morning (Saturday) as we’re driving up to Florida for the weekend and returning on Monday! That will be a really nice weekend break (even though the weather forecast says that it will be raining the whole time) and it will be a nice end to a lovely vacation (we leave at night on 10th September).

Hope you all have great weekends!

Until next time guys,

Carley ❤