I already knew that I spent a lot of time on my phone. Mindless hours scrolling through Instagram, so many minutes of my day liking Tweets and simply way too long watching funny Facebook videos… but then, Apple did something pretty darn insightful and honestly? So, so needed. They introduced screen time.
Call me dramatic or call me an over-thinker (I can confirm that, yes, I am both of these things) but I find it a genuinely difficult task packing for a trip to Disneyland Paris. It’s a case of ‘ok sure my weather app is saying that it is going to be 24 degrees on that day but knowing my luck and knowing how unpredictable Paris’ weather can be, it is more likely to be around 19….’ or ‘ok, we are going to be doing a lot of walking around so are these clothes going to be comfy enough?’ and also ‘will this look good for the gram?
I can’t lie… there are definitely some major perks to being a student. Sure, the 10,000 word dissertation isn’t great and that debt you automatically gain? Not exactly fab but ultimately… three years of fun? Uh, yes, please!
To laying awake in the middle of the night at sleepovers just wishing to go home to the point of nearly crying, to hating the idea of after-school clubs, it’s always haunted me that I’ve been ‘different’ in the social sense.
Another year, another visit to my favourite place in the whole entire world. Yep, once again, I grabbed my passport, my Minnie Ears, dusted off the ol’ vlogging camera and ran off to Disneyland Paris. And oh boy, it was just a dream. Twenty-eight-degree weather, Halloween decorations making their appearance, sun, beautiful food, the best company, thrilling rides, themed hotels and shopping galore.
I’ll be perfectly honest… I thoroughly dislike getting my hair done. And yes, I know, I know this is coming from someone with highlighted and toned hair! Because of my colour choice and the maintenance of it, of course, I have to visit my salon often and admittedly, now that I have finally found a local salon and hairdresser that I love, who I get on with well and knows just how I like my hair, my salon experience is no longer a case of avoiding booking and sitting there with a ball of knots in my stomach.