Who am I?

So it has occurred to me that you have no idea who I am. I have people reading my blog from Australia, USA, Ireland and several places in Europe that I've never even visited, let alone know people there. Obviously the UK views are most likely people I know, so if you do know me already, feel free to skip this. I thought I'd do a little portfolio thingy explaining who I am and what I like.

Who I am:

Name: Sharla Louise Bennison.

Age: 19 years old.

Star Sign: Sagittarius.

Hair colour: Fake ginger most of the time, but currently a mousey brown colour.

Eye colour: Green.

University: Loughborough University.

Course: BSc Psychology.

Relationship status: In a relationship with a Mr Dominic Muir. <3

Likes and Dislikes:

Favourite food: pizza, or cous cous.

Favourite soft drink: Diet Coke or Dr Pepper.

Favourite alcoholic beverage (I'm a student, this had to be in here!): currently Dark Fruits Strongbow, but it always changes.

Favourite TV show: Currently Orange is the New Black, but I have also been addicted to Once Upon a Time.

Favourite book: The Fault in our Stars or P.S. I Love You.

Favourite song: again, always changes, but my long-term favourite song is All of Me; John Legend.

Favourite makeup item: I love all of my lipsticks; my fave atm is the kate moss one, i have a corally peach colour and its beautiful.

Least fave food: tomatoes. Can't stand the buggers.

Least fave soft drink: dandelion and burdock; it is GROSS.

Least fave alcoholic beverage: anything with gin, or peach schnappes.

Least fave TV show: um... not sure tbh. There's nothing that stands out as rubbish to me.

Least fave book: I love books, but hated New Moon (Twilight); I wasn't a fan of Jacob, so it was poo.

Least fave song: I literally can't stand most of Sam Smiths music (I know; I need looking at... sad!).

Least fave makeup item: I was really disappointed with the collection lipsticks, although I do have a few that stand out and are good.

Interests:

Books, blogging, wearing onesies all day, singing, dancing and acting.

Thats pretty much it... but last and not least, here is a picture of me! I know you've seen my ugly mutt before in past blog posts, but thought it wouldn't be a complete portfolio without a good old-fashioned selfie!

Hope you enjoyed!

Trials and Tribulations of a Psychology Degree

So I am a psychologist. And by that I don't mean I can read your mind, I am simply studying the brain and the mind and a high level. I wanted to rant about how stupid this can all be at times, as I have left my revision wayyyyy too late again and am feeling the consequences.

So, we have the Brain. And one part of our brain, is the forebrain. The forebrain is split into two primary sections, the telencephalon and the diencephalon. Within the telencephalon, there is the cerebral cortex, the limbic system and the basal ganglia. The cerebral cortex specifically is the skin of the brain basically... a thin layer of tissue that is responsible for things such as language. This is split into four lobes. Each lobe has a different responsibility that is then linked to other parts of the brain. The limbic system and basal ganglia have subsections too.

WHY THE HELL ARE THERE SO MANY SUBSECTIONS. AND WHY DO NONE OF THEM HAVE LOGICAL ORIGINS?!

I think my rant may be over. Although I never thought studying the brain would be easy, I didnt realise there were so many subsections to one individual bit of the brain.

Help me. My exam is so soon.

Kind and soothing comments would be lovely.

The Sims Addict: is it just me?

I received a snapchat off my cousin the other day, which was of her Sim dying due to a dishwasher. It sounded like a funny story, and probably was... and it got me thinking; I really want to play the Sims. Not Sims 4 obviously... because thats nowhere near as good as Sims 3. And mainly as a tool of procrastinating from my exams and coursework deadlines that are slowly making themselves more prominent in my life.

It occurred to me that I always play The Sims the same way...

• Build a kick-ass house with 5 floors and several pools (after motherlode of course).
• Make a couple, usually involving myself and a random celebrity that I fancy at that particular time in life.
• Make them get married (look.. if I'm never going to actually get married to Jamie Dornan.. at least a version of me will!).
• Make them get jobs; usually in the music career or the medicine one. Not sure why...
• Cheat to make them get serious skills in whatever they need for their careers.
• Slowly realise that the married couple no longer talks and are both self-centred and only focussed on their careers.
• Make either person experience a serious near death experience, such as drowning in a pool, or being in a house fire.
• Barter with Death (and be mostly successful).
• Make them have two children.
• Let the children grow up and become either alcoholic hobos, or very successful business people (depending on how motivated I am at that point in time).
• Build another kick-ass house and play with another family (myself and Zac Efron this time perhaps).

And so the cycle continues. 

I just wanted to know if I was the only one that did this? Am I the only sadistic person who removes the pool ladders when the Sims are in the pool? The only one that removes all the doors to a room that the Sim is in, until they wet themselves in desperation? The only one that starts house fires, and make the Sim try and put it out themselves? The only one that cheats to get the Sims the best house and best career?

The Sims is a virtual reality. See that word? REALITY. These things don't happen in real life, therefore we should all start playing the game like normal people and stop being weird.

But then wheres the fun in that?

The 16 step process of true procrastination

1. Turn off your phone/ turn off data on your phone.
2. Turn on a light.
3. Open a book, and your laptop.
4. Block Facebook and Twitter and Pinterest and Tumblr and Instagram and Youtube and Netflix.
5. Open your document/ revision notes.
6. Look at it until your eyes water.
7. Begin crying.
8. Accept inevitable failure.
9. Actually get about 10 words written, and then head to the kitchen for a snack because you've worked so damn hard and deserve a break.
10. Spend an hour and a half talking to your flatmate in the kitchen, before telling them you need to go and get this essay done because you're on a roll.
11. Write another ten words, and delete the other ten you'd already written.
12. Tidy your room, because who can work in an environment like this?
13. Hoover.
14. Sit back down, and tell yourself you have loads of time and don't need to panic (its due tomorrow).
15. Unblock Netflix and begin watching an entire series (perhaps Breaking Bad...) and cry yourself to sleep at night worrying about all the work you have to do.
16. Stay up until 5am, fuelled by Red Bull and the occasional Pro Plus, and finish that essay.

Now get off this blog, and actually do some work!