Happy Holidays, NOT

Hi y'all and welcome back to a brand new episode of Unluckily me, a new Netflix hit. I wish. 

Most of you guys don’t know this, but lately I’ve been working on a project together with the NHS here in Scotland - National Health Service, for the slow ones x - and apparently I’ve been enjoying it so much that my body felt the need to be in the health environment a bit longer than planned. 

I mean, who doesn’t love spending Christmas trotting around from clinic to clinic, AM I RIGHT?! 

Of course it’s nothing too serious, so I won’t even get an extension on my deadlines. 

How marvellous. 

This is no time for pity though, so let’s all make fun of me instead, cause really, I deserve it. 

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Things I miss and don't miss about Stockholm

Hi, it's me again.

No, I didn't die during a snowstorm or froze to death or contributed to the suicidal tradition that makes Sweden famous around the world - that and IKEA and meatballs -, not yet at least.

I just had a lot to do, like, you know, graduating.

Twice.

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What to do when you're sick & on holiday

Hello little sunshines!
How have you been lately? Anything special going on in your lives?

I was just wondering, is it just me or holidays happen to be the best time of the year, according to your body at least, to get sick?

I mean, it's not that I'd rather be sick during exam period - oh, wait, I do already get sick quite often during that time of the year too! How marvelous! NOT.

                     

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Turning the light on

It's been months since I last wrote anything. Anything at all.

Why? I've been tired.
I've been constantly, incessantly, invariably tired for the last 3 months or so, and I still am, tbh.

You know how it is when you have something brilliant in your mind, you put all your energy in order to make it happen and then life decides to screw it all up, for no apparent reason? At first you try to laugh it off, to think positive, to believe it's just temporary, but then it gets worse, and worse, and worse, until you just can't take it no longer.

Well, that's exactly how I've been feeling lately: strengthless, miserable, lonely. And most of all TIRED.

You know what though? I'm sick of this feeling. I'm sick of feeling like nothing I want is going to work out the way I planned it to be. Sure, most of it isn't, in fact, going to, but so what? What's so bad about it? After all, the greatest experience of my life so far, the one that touched my soul so much that I totally had to commemorate it through a (beautiful) tattoo, came from the failure of my previous plan - or plans, to be honest.

I'm sorry, I know that this post is going way too personal and way too reflective for my standards - as though I had some - but that's just exactly the reason why I'm writing all this: I somehow, out of nowhere, seemed to have lost all my positiveness for a "short" while, seemed to have lost me, and I think time has come for me to get myself back.

Tomorrow morning, or tonight, for you guys overseas - 'cause I know you're reading this, though you never leave any comments : SHAME ON YOU - I'm gonna go back to my city for a short while, as I'm unexpectedly going to have a lectures-free week - thank you Karma - and that, for once, makes me extremely happy, mainly for a couple of reasons:

1) I get to get out of my exhausting routine and to finally have a little time for my self

As for the second one, beware, cuteness is coming.

2)May I introduce you all my beautiful new baby, Ronald Bilius Weasley?

I just hope he'll get on well enough with my other not-so-young-any-longer beautiful baby. 

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How to survive when you're living on your own

After months and months all my attempts to get by decently on my own and be something more similar to an adult than a five year-old have been, well, I don't know how to put it, a complete disaster. 

It suddenly hit me something like two or three weeks ago, while I was scrolling my Facebook timetable and came across this VICE Mag article about some young ladies' flats. Read it please, or at the very least look at the pictures. 

Did you see the young men's ones? Now, I'm not saying my bedroom is exactly like theirs, though it does have much more to share with Chris's and Ike's rather than Charley's. Yep. And i'm supposed to be studying Interior Design. Good job Alex. 

In my defense I must say I tend to have a pretty busy day almost everyday, getting out at 9 am and getting back home at around 10 or 11 pm most of the time because of my University or because one of the many things I always misteriously end up doing. However, I do realize it is not in anyway a good excuse for having bits of chewing-gums lying on the shelf for months or for having withe wine rotting in glass - to be honest that wasn't me, but my roommate whom I LOVE and won't surely get mad for me to reveal this to the whole Internet #pleasedontkillme. 

Anyway, I do however think that after exactly 9 months of independence I'm finally starting to get how living on my own works - or I'd better say, should work- so here are the tips I'd surely give to the 9 month-younger me :

1) Buy a fabric softener. I know that seems useless, but trust me when I say it's a life saver. However strong your New Year's resolutions are gonna be, you're NOT gonna be making your laundry at least once every week. To be honest, not even once every other week. You'd actually be very lucky if you'll menage to do it once a month, and of course it's not gonna be all the colors at once, so believe me, the few times all of your clothes are clean you'll want them to be perfumed and soft for more than half an hour. 

2) Try to separate as much as you can the kitchen from your bedroom . Which means, try not to bring your food on your bed. Why? 'Cause then you'll have to deal with that piece of fried chicken you really hadn't any place in your stomach left for for at least another week, until you'll realize insects are NOT coming into your room only because they know you don't enjoy their company,which leads to the number: 

3) Buy a mosquito net. It doesn't work for mosquitos only, you know? It does actually help a lot against wasps, cockroaches, flies, and U.F.M.s in general - Unidentified Flying Monsters. I know it's not "stylish" but better bad then dead. 

And, last but not least,

4) Don't use the floor. Let me clarify this for you normal people out there: with this phrase I'm not implying you shouldn't use the floor the way it is supposed to be used i.e. walking on it. No way. What I mean is much more like don't use you floor as an extension of your shelves, wardrobe, desk, bed and whatever. Please, just don't. 

Now, hopefully most of these advice didn't come as a surprise at all for most of you - and if they did, make yourself a favor and ask anyone to teach you the basics of hygiene, as I should have done - tough not many would normally take into account the hypothesis of buying a mosquito net, well, not until some monsters try to kill you and your roommate multiple times at least. But that's another story. 

Hope you guys enjoyed it, fell free to subscribe, comment, like or share if you did and have a wonderful day!

- Alex

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gVH6LM9uQc

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My life goal

This time it is going to be very personal.

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The UGLY BFF Message

Since I recently finished that hell which is usually called "High School" , my Facebook timeline and my WhatsApp conversations have been invaded by thousands of posts and messages declaring the love that each one of my now ex-school mates felt for each one of us; and this doesn't apply only to them, but to most of the now ex-students of almost every high school there is in my city.

Generally I would have nothing, more or less, against a happy and free spread of love, though this case in particular upsets me quite a lot for a very simple and practical reason : they are all bullshit.

Of course, some of those declarations do really come from deep in the hearts of the writers, but it gets quite funny when they come from people you've hardly ever heard of or from people you know they at least have never really liked you.

What's even funnier, is the way they are written and the things they say, which all go, inevitably, the same old way. I know you're literally dying to read some of those messages, aren't you? Well, I have a surprise for you guys! Here is what I call the Ultimate Goodbye-I Love You-BFFs Message 2.0, or the UGLY BFF Message:

Oh my God! I can't believe five years have passed by! It seems yesterday we started this journey that turned out to be the best experience of my life until now and I'm glad to have experienced it with those people that turned out to be a second family to me : YOU GUYS! Do you remember our first day of school??? As always I was (choose late or early according to the author personality) and anxious to meet those strangers with whom I'd spend some of the most important years of my youth and how strange it was to meet you all for the first time! (Please fill in a detailed description of how everyone looked the first day now). I must confess that I didn't exactly love everybody from the very beginning, and  (name of the person the author still secretly hates) can confirm that, right? Hahaha, but as time passed we all got to know each others very well <3 Oh, how many things we did together! Do you remember when (episode which nobody remembers but the author)? Hahahahahaha I will miss those moments for the rest of my life <3 <3 <3 I just wanted to tell you guys that I love you, and will always do, and I know we'll never stop seeing each others! As (name of a teacher) always said: (lame quote from the teacher)! Remember, it's not a "goodbye", but a "see you later, alligator"!   XOXO

And that was the last time you ever heard of them.

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