A list of the things I am or have been obsessed with, in chronological order:
The colour pink
Piglet from Winnie the Pooh
Throne of Glass
Fangirl/Eleanor & Park (maybe?)
And those are basically the things I am or have been ‘obsessed’ or basically in love and making references to the whole time with. So, yeah. In the past, I have broken obsessions. When I realised I was putting on vaseline basically 30 times a day I stopped using it for a week. My lips hurt so much after that.
For maybe a year or so, I just really liked Throne of Glass as a book. Then, I finally got my friends to read it and we all fangirled and I got super super excited and stuck up pictures in my locker and officially became in love.
Right now, I’m on another wave of Throne of Glass obsession (it’s a book; if you haven’t read it, then go do that right now). I search for fanart between exams to keep me sane, except then I end up thinking about ToG in my maths exam, which is probably not the best idea.
Do you guys have any tips for breaking these sorts of obsessions? *sighs* I just…love…all of my little fictional characters….
I hope to (metaphorically) see you around, and remember that I don’t actually bite if you want to just drop by, say hi, tell me your obsessions and such!
Hey everyone! I haven’t posted in ages, I’m really sorry, but I’ll be getting back to a normal schedule this week. I know people have been wondering about the second part of the drugstore reviews, bath stuff and skincare, so I’ll try and get down to that soon.
Anyway, today’s topic is on some weird and, in some cases, maybe a bit evil habits. The first is on the safety I find in jumpers, and my slightly-out-of-style-but-super-warm uniqlo coat.
Even if I’m not that cold, I feel like my jumper is like a shell, or armour. It makes me more confident. And the coat? Well, if I wear it into the canteen at break then it kind of flaps out and looks like a film/advert. I’m just like ‘oh, yeah. I have an awesome long coat and all you have is a cardigan.’ Except I don’t actually say that.
Secondly, and I’m really scared because this is a bit perverted, if it’s a really upsetting or sad or angering subject then I’ll actually smile. I feel so bad, because I also do it if someone gets in trouble or something but I just can’t stop it. I wish I wouldn’t do it, but it’s a bit like breathing. I can’t help myself.
And next, the irrational feeling that I have to arrange all the small things in my bedside table before I go to sleep but to leave the rest of the room a tip. I have too many lip balms on there…
And an update! I mentioned quite a lot of things at the top of the post, like the next part of drugstore reviews. I’ve had a busy week. My clarinet (I play the clarinet) broke.
Also, my friend Maya (who I really need to go and visit) started a blog and I wanted to give you the link: Maya’s blog! Though if you’re reading this, Maya, I would drop the text speak.