Sophierebekah

It’s day 4 of my ‘no Facebook’ mission, and thus far I haven’t managed a single day without Facebook.

Slight issue there, but we’ll slide past it.

Time: 22:58
Facebook visits: 3. I can’t lie (well, I can - maybe I am?) - it was nearly 4. I tried to go on it but luckily I know myself well enough to be sure of these things: 1. I’m too weak to not go on Facebook at least twice and 2. I’m too lazy to type in log in details. I logged myself out on visit 3. Foresight victory.

I can’t really be bothered to type much but I will record today’s achievements which are VAST and IMPRESSIVE.

- Managed not to waste too much time wallowing, like a depressed hippo, in the glorious mud of self pity.
- Created a wonderful PowerPoint presentation because I like doing things that aren’t writing and are making things pink and using Microsoft Office shapes (hearts EVERYWHERE).
- Lay on my bed for a while. Obviously fell asleep and didn’t understand how.
- Ate approximately 9 chocolate chip cookies.
- Felt sick.
- Discovered that Hovis Granary Wholemeal is the bread to end all breads, and then was shocked that I’d come to the stage in life where I had a favourite brand of bread loaf.
- Successfully did not leave the house for even one microsecond.
- Got fajita on myself and made my freshly washed Forge Press hoody dirty, and now have to wash it again. This is the second time that this has occurred, which suggests that I basically don’t know how to eat like a grown up.
- Posted many, many tweets and had my sanity questioned by my friends (related to a tweet about the bread.)
- Discovered I have two favourite literary critics based entirely on their names and in no way based on their critical theory: Wolfram Schmidgen and Waldo S. Glock.

These are all of today’s achievements.
I’ve also decided that I want to move to America, open a coffee shop and becoming a celebrated author. I can see absolutely no obstacles to these ambitions and expect a 100% success rate.

Midday update: have not left the house. Have taken precautions to make sure I don’t have to.

Three of my fave people. Oh god.

(Source: slowly-tongued-by-stephen-fry, via fuckyeahstephenfry)

Need some o’ this shit.

(Source: nevver, via obsessivecompulsive)

Time: 23:52
Facebook Visits: 4


I’m going to just stop right there. Four visits. Four. Visits. Fourvisits.

CRINKLY. Rocking the ‘screw you, outside world’ look, today. So other than plaits to look at I’ve not had the best company. Might start telling jokes to myself, but then I’ll have to heckle because my jokes will be shit and then things will just get messy and there will be some major questioning of sanity.

Anyway. Things I have achieved today:

- Too. Much. Twitter.
- Comfort eating after my tutor let me know my essay plan basically sucked. ‘Never fear!’ I told my verging-on-a-breakdown reflection, ‘Nothing that can’t be numbed by plenty of carbs, sugars, and weeping into a bag of crisps!’ So, carbs and sugars there were. I didn’t weep into my crisps because I didn’t want to ruin the tasty chicken and thyme flavours.
- Spent 20 minutes discussing how necessary dip is.
- Found out Sarah’s favourite smells are ‘grass… and I don’t know what else.’ I said I already had all of my favourite smells down. Not sure how she felt about this.
- Made two booklets and a poster.
- Decided that my perfect man is probably Gary Lightbody.
- Was ashamed for going on Facebook four times like the little bitch of Mark Zuckerberg that I am.

Goals for tomorrow:

- No Facebook.
- Buy more emergency crisps.
- Leave the house. Maybe. If I’m feeling brave.

When I finish my exam and this fucking essay I’m doing these things:

- Reading Caitlin Moran, more Oscar Wilde, Lolita, and loads and loads of shit that I want to read because I want to and no one can stop me.
- Watching the rest of Game of Thrones I need to catch up on, all of Chuck, all of SATC, all of The Office.
- Wasting my life.

This I will do for two weeks until I get a full time job for 10 weeks and have to be a real person until I start university up again.

Both my sisters are probably the most beautiful girls on the entire planet. This is one of them, and the other one took the photo.

I love having a pretty and talented family. I get all proud and happy. 

(Source: jessickarose)

Day 2, Captain’s log, progress report.

Time: 00:19

Happiness levels: 45%

Location: My room, at my desk. I’ve been here a really, really long time.

Status: Caffeine and sleep deprived. Bum hurts from sitting.* Also have been silently breathing in through my nose for so long that my nasal passages hurt - didn’t previously realise this was possible.

Facebook visits: Two. Both based around looking at photos someone told me I was tagged in.

Assessment of photos?: Shit. Offensive to my eyes. Definitely need haircut. Second Facebook visit on laptop in the hope that the photos looked better on my laptop than on my phone was sadly not a success: bigger display and more detailed resolution = disastrous.

Twitter visits: Too many. Have Tweeted all kinds of crap that no one wants to read. Some of it I don’t even want to read, it’s that boring.

Hours of work achieved: Maybe 7. My hand definitely hurts from writing and I did spend 5 hours in Starbucks earlier mostly doing revision and redrafting an essay (partly drinking my Mocha Cookie Crumble frappucino with extra shot of coffee for kicks). I miss Cafe Nero.

Additional comments: It’s really cold. Winter is coming.

*This is becoming a really common probably for me and upsets my daily life. There are only two options - buy a small, portable cushion, or eat lots more biscuits. Considering doing both of these things because I like biscuits and I also like cushions.