rock 'n rise: Something's gotta give

I've never encountered a more embarrassing revelation than when my own boyfriend called from work, fleetingly asked what I've been doing - and I struggled to answer. It's not because I'm dumb-stricken, mute or because I'm overwhelmingly busy in amongst a sea of interesting people. I genuinely am at a loss to what I've been doing.

Well, no, let's rephrase that- I know what I've been doing, they're just not things that I want to admit to. While he's been at work answering important emails, overseeing the servicemen, and instructing a small army (look I don't know what he does at work, but that description is the closest I can offer), I've been watching Daybreak, scrolling my own tumblr and eating crackers out the packet.

Is this really my life has become.

I feel somewhat like a cat woman minus the cats, or a stay-at-home mum... minus the baby. If we want to romanticize it - which, I do - I feel a little Bridget Jones-esque, pulling back on my arrow of life to be shot in another direction. It's a bit sad really. I guess I can get away with days like this because I'm a 'student' and we're renowned for our laziness (but hark! I'm wearing a dress and lipstick and I did manage to make a fish tray bake for lunch). The flat is clean, my bags are packed, presents wrapped, and I've had a bath. So, really. I have no reason to be worrying...

Although some say that admitting you're in denial is the first steps towards self-improvmence. I think. (I wouldn't know, because I've never accepted denial - it's a catch twenty-two, really). So to better myself - and have more to talk about than wronged politicians or Pinterest boards; I, Alessandra D'angelo, hereby vow to enrich my life with more culture, more fulfillment, and less cream crackers.