New York State of Mind

With only twenty-four hours a day, I find myself wanting and needing more time. This week is the first of term two, so in addition to all that is spinning in my head in my spare time, I have to fit everything I learn as well. O.V.E.R.L.O.A.D. With a statistical test to revise for and a website to create, I'll be a bit too busy for the next week! During my revising tonight, I decided to do a little DIY of a tee. As always, I find the weirdest things to distract myself from what I'm supposed to do. Tonight it was actually for something 'useful'. Have a good week, sweeties. Tonight I'm going to dream of New York. xx

RED LIGHTS, PRETENDING, WISHING, ONE DAY, TO BE A STAR

00:24. I’m sitting in my bed. In the middle of our small living room. Half naked. Covered by a blanket. Almost ready to put another day behind me. My eyes are staring outside at the blue dark. The light from our apartment is reflecting it naked self in the window. The five skyscrapers that is our view is blinking me goodnight. The lights are blurry as my contacts lenses are removed for the night. Eminem is singing ”Never mistreated you once” before he is being replaced by Melissa Horn singing ”Jag är vaken hela natten”. Our two chairs are overloaded with clothes. I’m sitting on the mattress that’s supposed to be in the empty bed upstairs. For the last three days its been in front our closet, causing the messy chairs. My back is leaning against the closet door. My legs are crossed. The make-up is removed and my hair is tied away. The slightly open terrace door is letting in the sound of the passing sirens, making the four candle lights dance slowly with the breath from the wind.

My mind is overloaded with the temporal lobe, the hippocampus, amnesic patients, declarative and non-declarative memory, remembering, forgetting, our senses, and it’s not nearly enough. Maybe I’m not nearly enough. Not for this course at least. But I will do my very best. I will smile, think positive thoughts and believe it in my heart. Then it will all be allright. My mom said so.

As it says on the wall in our study hub.

”Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”

Is that really inspiring? I can’t decide.

I look to the other side on the wall where it says: ”Keep calm and carry on.”

I’ll do my best.

Promise xx

I AM BACK - NOW PANIC

As I’m spending my days back in London with my nose buried in a orange book called Cognitive Psychology, I though I’d spare a few minutes to keep this blog alive. I wouldn’t want it to have the same outcome as my poor orchid who died during my Christmas break. Speaking of which, you might be wondering how it was? Well, I can tell you. It was that great that it might not be fair to tell you. Like when my mother is telling me she is taking a hot bath, or eating brown cheese on her freshly baked bread. It’s that great, that it’s just cruel to tell people, because all they will experience is pure jealousy.

But you asked (no you didn’t). The holiday was desperately needed and at a perfect time. I’ve spent the days with my best friends and my sweetest family, drinking mulled wine and playing board games. Wearing pretty dresses and drinking red wine. Playing drinking games and having a laugh. I must admit. It was that great that I didn’t want to leave. But here I am. Trapped in reality. Trying to get back to the usual routines. Doing as my mother taught me and drinking heaps of tea. With a hint of honey I’m getting through the huge craving after sweets that I have developed during the holidays.

But bear with me sweeties. The next week is fully booked with extensive revising, but afterwards I’ll do my best to make time for some fun stuff – and hopefully let you guys in on it. In the meantime I'll leave you with a few photos. Definitely from my three favorite days at home. 

22122012

Christmas Day // Happy Hour

New Years