Sitting, Waiting, Watching, Wishing

Edinburgh, Scotland. There comes a point in every woman's girl's life, in between shoving handfuls of Cadbury's milk chocolate buttons into her mouth and watching baby panda videos on YouTube, where she realises that perhaps her MBA dissertation isn't going to write itself. Also that she's not going to find a job by sitting on her couch*, or in the H&M store. And that if the highlight of her day is finding Doritos on sale for a pound at Sainsbury's, she probably needs to re-evaluate her life choices and have a wee motivational chat with herself. Well, maybe not EVERY woman's life. Just me? Ok, then. AWK-ward! Moving on...

I am ever so slightly embarrassed to admit that my current guilty-pleasures-slash-procrastination efforts include:
Reading ... Caitlin Moran's brilliant and funny, How to be a Woman (if you haven't got your hands on this yet, do it! Do it now. Haven't laughed at a book so much, or had so many imaginary congratulatory chats with the author, since I read Chelsea Lately's, Are you there Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea). If you have read How to be a Woman, please let me know what you thought - bear in mind, I am only on chapter 4. Pacing myself is the name of the game!

this book is gold

Watching ... Dallas. The new one, not the one your mum or granny watched. I am ashamed to admit that this has nothing to do with the fact that it stars Jesse Metcalfe, and may have everything to do with the fact that I have a teeny tiny girl crush on Jordana Brewster. *blush*

why are they all in the shower? no idea

Listening to... bad 80s music and couch-dancing. I blame a recent random school-night at a friend's flat involving cucumber sandwiches, scones, Pimms and Gin (we were pretending it was summer, because apparently this country doesn't "do" summer. Naturally, the Scots compensate through alcohol!) where we listened to the entire Top Gun soundtrack. On repeat. 
Eating ... anything and everything. All.the.time. Am feeling like a stoned, pregnant person with weird olive cravings - even though I have absolutely NO idea what being stoned or pregnant feel like ("hi mom"). Ugh, hello boredom, my name is Precious.

Yours in eating my feelings about my blank page dissertation, x P

PS. Have totally added "blogging" to my Interests on my CV. I feel like this was a notable achievement for this week.
PPS. As I was typing this post, I got a call from an Executive Headhunter in London for a potential dream job position that I didn't even know existed, or that I even wanted it. But now, of course, I 100% do want it and have planned my life around this possibility. All this while sitting on the couch! This is definitely not helping the little pep talk I need to have with myself.