Thought from places: Ali's bed

Okay, let's get this cleared up quickly. This is not a sexual post - I know what you guys are like, and no doubt you'll find and make innuendos from what I write anyway, but still.
Hopefully this post will show why I've not been as present for the past few weeks and also my gradual decent into madness in pictorial form.

This is my bed at current, well the only difference being that I'm in it at the moment. You're going to have to accept that normally, I'm a very tidy person. Normally my bed does not look like this, and it pains me to put a photo of a messy bed up on the internet (mild OCD tendencies), but I have to to illustrate my point.

First, please observe the reason for my slow decent into madness. My personal statement. Contained in my notepads, folders and laptop are parts of my personal statement. I'm applying to start a P.G.C.E (post graduate certificate in education - or teacher training for most people) in September of next year. But why had this led to your madness you ask? I'm terrible at selling myself. I have no idea how I can make myself look good. It's only made harder by the very strict guidelines about what I should write and how much. How do you sell yourself to a University in 47 lines or less, especially when like me you have oodles of relevant employment and work experience?

 Next observe the loveliness of my boyfriend.
The heart shape cushion to the right, was a Christmas gift from 2 years ago, which gives me solace in my despair. To the left a freakin' huge bar of chocolate which he arrived at my house with yesterday, along with a bunch of flowers. I put my hand next to it to give some idea of size, but unfortunately, you can't really tell where my hand stops and where my arm starts for some strange reason. Probably a better idea of size would come from its weight - 390g is you're interested. Both of these things bring me comfort during this time.

To the left, my teddy's. My companions in this expedition of personal statement. To the right, the seating position, which I usually assume around 10 in the morning and leave around 5 in the evening. Fun fact - although memory foam bed are mean to spring back up when you get off them, if you stay in the same position too long, it is possible to leave a permanent butt print. I'm so classy aren't I guys.


Why you might be wondering, would it take so long to write 47 lines as difficult as it is? Below is one of the main contributing factors. Brace yourself guys, it isn't pretty ...

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OH THE SHAME!!!!!

Don't judge me! Please! This blog post is clearly a cry for help, so to help myself, I vow that one, this time next week, the personal statement well at least have been completed up to first draft and two, that I will at least try to deal with my sims addiction.

"But wait," you cry, "this week is meant to be thoughts from your favourite place! How can it be your favourite place when it is the place where you are slowly losing your sanity?"

Let me stop you right there. My bed is my favourite place to be. It's the epitome of all things comfortable and lovely. It's my safe haven. I sleep with it almost every night. I love my bed, and it's not its fault that I've been abusing it for the past few weeks. So although quite clearly I've lost it, one thing is quite clear - what me and my bed have, it's special.