Falling for you somehow, Autumn

I think the daddy longlegs have finally disappeared, but I don’t wanna speak too soon so hopefully they can’t read.
I hate to be another lifestyle blogger talking about Autumn, but I can’t help it. I wait the entire year just for this season.
There are just some things about Autumn that make you feel calm, comfortable, and less angry about life. Everything desaturates, the air is clearer, the leaves fall orange on patchy grass, the sun is less intense so you can actually see the road ahead. It’s the season of chilling the heck out, slowing everything right down and re-evaluating your life. Autumn is comfort. Autumn is me having Blossom on repeat because it’s the best album of 2017 and I have a newfound love for it this season.
But I digress. I have a bad habit of getting deep and philosophical about things the way I just did. Time to get right into the good stuff, and what I believe are the best things about Autumn.
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An ode to the locals

Flat face, I share this trait
With a face so flat
I like the way you tuck your trousers
Into your socks like that.
Shaking hands, concealing pills
When I see the police
I, too, feel the thrill.
What a herd, what companions
You all look the same
Dogs walking dogs
So cool, much amaze.
So poetic and graceful
Billy Shakez just quivers
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F1 Live

Brace yourselves, because you’re about to see a whole lot of photos from one of the best days ever.
As soon as I found out the event was going to take place on Wednesday, I cleared my schedule straight away (which consisted solely of getting hours of beauty sleep before graduation on Thursday) and got there for 12. I had some questions like: you’re graduating tomorrow, wyd???? True, I wasn’t prepared at all. But f1 comes first even if it means graduating with a spotty face and dark circles.
Lucky I did get there early, too. The crowds were minimal and I ended up getting a very, very good view of the ‘track’.  A few hours later and it was swarming.
Unfortunately, having a good view of the track meant I wasn’t close enough to see Nico (my favourite ever) close up on stage… or anyone else for that matter. But I saw them walk past on the road, and I could still see them on stage, so it’s alright. We had to pick: road or stage. I picked the road, because I went to see them drive more than I went to watch them talk. Obviously. (I admit, I was a little upset and not seeing Bastille close up.)
I’d still pick the smell of those cars any day. High octane fuel. Burning rubber. Mmm. Get in my lungs.
Anyway, after a long day, and going back to see the cars after the show, some pushing and shoving from people who were clearly not F1 fans, I got home late enough to frantically worry because I remembered GRADUATION!!! I had an amazing post-f1 glow, which was perfect for the high definition photos I’d be featured in on Thursday. Highlighting my ugly.
In other news, without discussing the absolutely mAD race today at Silverstone, who’s excited for Williams next month??? Because I am. I’m going to watch it alone. Twice. Or maybe thrice.
Notice how I didn’t talk about Lewis Hamilton because I didn’t want to see him anyway. I literally went for everyone else. I’ll talk about him later.
Enjoy.

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I choose to fantasise [Summer bucket list]

What a hiatus that was. Ha ha. Sorry. Permission to slap my idiot face, message me for details.
But now that I have no more academic responsibilities, I have more time to write my woes away. I mean, that may or may not be a really good thing in my search for a career, what with the forcing myself to refine my few skills. Between trying to write a book and applying for jobs that won’t recognise my awesome anecdotes, I have NO!! TIME!!!!!!
Honestly. My bucket list is actually quite short and comprised entirely of things I had on it the year before. And the year before that. And the year before that. Notice a pattern? Yeah, you do. Because that pattern is the consistent fact that I am sad and do nothing good with my life ever.
Well, o brothers, that’s about to change, o brothers. I’m about to become a fine, laughing, life having, all singing, all-dancing piece of crap malchick.
Thank you mr Marko, for giving me the boost I needed to start writing posts again. For now.
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To do and not to do – Ramadan

I’m salivating in my misery too.
Oh yeah, in said misery, I forgot to say it’s Ramadan…
I’ve noticed a few people have been reading this old Ramadan post that I wrote last year, so I should really come back with another one. The problem is, I don’t really have much to add to that post. So, er… Isn’t it weird and beautiful how the weather suddenly took a turn for the cooler/windier/rainier as soon as Ramadan began?
I do have some questions. Why are girls posting snaps of themselves half naked, and snaps from weeks ago from when they were in the club? Wherefore? I don’t know what guys are doing but I’m guessing taking videos of themselves driving in their car with music on? I say that because girls are doing it and guys are even more douchey.
I digress. I’m supposed to be trying to stay positive.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m very lethargic this year. I’m finding it difficult, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the acceptability of snacking at 1am. Once again, I’m losing muscle and fat in the wrong places.
Anyway enough about me, shut up, here are some dos and don’ts:
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Itchy feet for a change of scene [June Journal]

10/06/2017
Today’s prompt: A new thing to try
Starting to work towards a completely new future that I’m not prepared for.
Okay, let’s start small. I realise these posts are just a way to distract myself.
I want to travel. I don’t travel. I have never been anywhere except two family holidays which don’t count because I was young.
 
I wrote a couple of posts before about how important it is to explore the city you’re in, how important it is to build up the friendships you have in those places. Ironically, I didn’t follow those words after that.
But now I can, and I will. I’ll start by fully enjoying London, and then hopefully, unless the political climate worsens, everywhere else in Europe (except France, fuck France). Either with willing friends or by myself. I want to go, just go, I want long weekends in Austria, Sweden, Germany. I’ll even go to Morocco. I just want to get out of this country for a while, this city. I want to get away from all the toxicity around me; I don’t want a fancy hotel and an expensive trip. I just need a flight and somewhere to sleep.
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