The 2016 summaries have been popping up on various blogs over the past fortnight or so, but I didn't want to sum up the year before it actually finished. As Polish people say, Don't praise the day before sunset. This means I'm a bit late to the New Year party. Who cares. 2016 was a truly crappy… Continue reading New Year, Old Me.
In my recent blog post, about how I achieved great grades without working all that much, I mentioned that being organised is one of the biggest keys to my success. That post was actually incredibly well received (so far, it's been read over 200 times!), so thank you very much, guys! Due to its popularity,… Continue reading How to plan your week
When I started writing, back in 2004 or so (God, time flies, can you believe that it was 12 years ago?), I didn't really have much to say in the realm of non fiction. To be honest, non fiction blogs back then written by girls my age were usually something along the lines of "I… Continue reading What writing fan fiction can teach you
A little while ago I had a very nice surprise - an email from my university saying that I have finished the year in the top 10% of my cohort. I was a little bit surprised, but also very happy with myself. Because, you know, I'm not really a person who spends all days in… Continue reading How I ended up in top 10% of my year without studying in the evenings
So I was in one of those Tesco superstores, and I was in a particularly good mood. So I started singing quietly to myself, and doing a little dance, my basket full of avocados (because I'm such a basic bitch) acting as my dancing partner. And then I realised that no one else around me… Continue reading Don’t be ashamed to show you’re happy!
Clothes have always existed in my life. I do not live in a climate warm enough to do without them. But they've never been in any way central to my life. I used to just put clothes on, ones that were mostly bought for me by my mom. When I got older, I obviously started… Continue reading Love Your Body Monday: Confessions of a Fashion-phobic
Apparently, I am terrible at being a woman. At least according to the definition used in my house, which includes the ability to guess what someone else is thinking based on some random clues and indirect questions. And I agree - according to this definition, I absolutely suck at female-ing. Because if you ask me… Continue reading Tell me what you really want