Back in Surrey for the second weekend in a row, except this time my folks are going away and unable to trust my 17 yr old brother with an empty house- probably a wise move.
The four and a half hour journey didn’t seem too bad this time, I had control of the music and yes; it did feel like Babylon had left our beloved RB’s and stepped into the un-named automobile that is my car, but still.
Getting the feeling there are a few too many Jeremy Clarkson like quotes in this blog, so going to shut up…something I keep being told to do recently. Have a feeling the big empty space in my head that was meant to be filled with an English degree, is rapidly shrinking and being replaced with utter nonsense, nonsense that is currently largely linked to Llamas.
Sometimes in life weird things happen, everyone knows this and it is part-and-parcel of life. But sometimes REALLY weird things happen, for example, you might be happily working away when someone asks if you ever get the feeling you are being stared at by a Llama.
Your instant reaction is “No, I have not just been released from the loony bin and officially have no idea what you are on about?” But then five minutes later, you are guaranteed to look up from your computer screen and vision a pair of googly eyes belonging to no other than a Llama, staring directly back at you.
But this will be no ordinary Llama; this will be a four foot, pink Llama, possibly with blue spots, dribbling Llama spit all over your key board, whilst looking at you completely dumb struck and giving the impression of the last drunk in Blue Lagoon, trying to figure out why there is salad is his chicken kebab. And before you know it you will never be able to work again, you’ll be doomed for life and Llamas will be popping up left, right and center.
So if you are ever in the library, on a plane, in the super market and you hear a sudden burst of laughter, think your self lucky. There is a Llama out there for everyone and it is only a matter of time before yours will find you!
It is not face book that ruins degrees... it is Llamas.
Friday, 26 February 2010
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Back in the North
The past week was reading week; a week devoted to enhancing your education in the comforts of your own home. In reality this translates into: will not do any work due to distractions that are just too easy to ignore.
But it’s not all bad, it meant catching up with old friends and some seriously over due bonding time for some people.
One of my friends is six and half months pregnant and it seems like only yesterday she let it slip she was pregnant. She is now huge and the proud mummy to be of a little girl called Lacey. It’s scary, seems only days ago we were both kids talking about babies and now it’s actually happening.
Also had the chance to catch up with another friend; we have been very close since the year dot, but since going to uni we’ve grown apart. You forget how easy it is to fall back into old ways when you’re in the right surroundings. Needless to say what followed were hours of chocolate, sweets and popcorn eating and all topped off with a girly sleep over, and a few hours of serious man talk.
But now back in Chester and unpacked, the reality of the uni situation is setting in. There’s 11 weeks, one dissertation, four assignments, ball, graduation and that is it. Then into the real world- what ever that means.
Growing up and decision making starts here.
But it’s not all bad, it meant catching up with old friends and some seriously over due bonding time for some people.
One of my friends is six and half months pregnant and it seems like only yesterday she let it slip she was pregnant. She is now huge and the proud mummy to be of a little girl called Lacey. It’s scary, seems only days ago we were both kids talking about babies and now it’s actually happening.
Also had the chance to catch up with another friend; we have been very close since the year dot, but since going to uni we’ve grown apart. You forget how easy it is to fall back into old ways when you’re in the right surroundings. Needless to say what followed were hours of chocolate, sweets and popcorn eating and all topped off with a girly sleep over, and a few hours of serious man talk.
But now back in Chester and unpacked, the reality of the uni situation is setting in. There’s 11 weeks, one dissertation, four assignments, ball, graduation and that is it. Then into the real world- what ever that means.
Growing up and decision making starts here.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Welcome back
Where has the past month gone? Been to Guildford and back to uni twice this past month and currently back south, yet again, for the wonderful week that is called reading week- technically it’s called ‘development work’ but lets not get all PC about it.
So with the dissertation finally under way and a remaining 11 weeks until deadline, pressure is building. Thankfully it’s not too strenuous yet.
That aside the plans for next year are still circulating and wafting around like the stench of my 17 year old brother, unconsciously hoping it will all sort itself out (next years plans as opposed to my brother.)
Sadly presently lacking writers imagination, so this will have to do for now. ..
Got my first ever valentines card last week, terrified the life out of me; after I had spent several hours skipping around the room, like some possessed grinning gimp, high on some form of illegal substance.
Looks like romance really does exist!
So with the dissertation finally under way and a remaining 11 weeks until deadline, pressure is building. Thankfully it’s not too strenuous yet.
That aside the plans for next year are still circulating and wafting around like the stench of my 17 year old brother, unconsciously hoping it will all sort itself out (next years plans as opposed to my brother.)
Sadly presently lacking writers imagination, so this will have to do for now. ..
Got my first ever valentines card last week, terrified the life out of me; after I had spent several hours skipping around the room, like some possessed grinning gimp, high on some form of illegal substance.
Looks like romance really does exist!
Monday, 18 January 2010
Appetite not to work.
As I cut myself a huge slab of chocolate cake for breakfast, I suddenly realised this was the first time I was in no hurry to get back to Chester and for some reason Shreddies were just not going to be enough today.
There is something so regimented and dull about a bowl of cereal, and as I have already written about breakfast before, there is no need to write any more about the Nestlé family.
This morning I was woken up, yet again, by a very enthusiastic email from a student, who for the sake of our journalism assignment, is my editor.
Nothing puts you off getting out of bed, more than a plea to complete all of your work and a week ahead of schedule. So he will die tomorrow.
So with that on the brain, and a serious lack of dissertation work, there seems very little reason to go back to Uni. If only it were possible to run away and let it all complete itself.
But sadly this doesn’t happen.
Looks like one will have to pack, load up the car and head towards the M6 after all.
Might just need to take the rest of the cake though…
There is something so regimented and dull about a bowl of cereal, and as I have already written about breakfast before, there is no need to write any more about the Nestlé family.
This morning I was woken up, yet again, by a very enthusiastic email from a student, who for the sake of our journalism assignment, is my editor.
Nothing puts you off getting out of bed, more than a plea to complete all of your work and a week ahead of schedule. So he will die tomorrow.
So with that on the brain, and a serious lack of dissertation work, there seems very little reason to go back to Uni. If only it were possible to run away and let it all complete itself.
But sadly this doesn’t happen.
Looks like one will have to pack, load up the car and head towards the M6 after all.
Might just need to take the rest of the cake though…
Saturday, 9 January 2010
Age concern
In 2009 my friends became 21 years old and now it’s 2010 and they are getting engaged and having babies. A far stretch from the school kids we once were.
But is there ever a correct age to do anything? Should life be run by the book?
It’s easy to pity those whose lives are planned out, with no room for compromise or change. But on the contrary it’s easy to envy those birds that spread their wings and go with the wind.
If only it were possible to view the crystal ball of the future and see where the next five years will lead. Perhaps then the fear of age and what lies ahead would slowly subside.
It is going to be an amazing year, but it is going to involve a substantial amount of change. I just hope being 21 is old enough to cope with it all.
But is there ever a correct age to do anything? Should life be run by the book?
It’s easy to pity those whose lives are planned out, with no room for compromise or change. But on the contrary it’s easy to envy those birds that spread their wings and go with the wind.
If only it were possible to view the crystal ball of the future and see where the next five years will lead. Perhaps then the fear of age and what lies ahead would slowly subside.
It is going to be an amazing year, but it is going to involve a substantial amount of change. I just hope being 21 is old enough to cope with it all.
Moral support
The first week back is always a hectic one; an over load of work, a very expensive food shop and a continuous list of items you forgot to bring back to Uni with you.
Anyway, rummaging through the remaining boxes that needed to be unpacked was a bit of lined paper with this scribbled on it:
‘I believe in the way that you are and the way you will be.
I believe in the things that you say. You mean the world to me.
And if you should go, if you should turn around one day.
If you should ever doubt your dreams in anyway, don’t think twice about it.
Don’t worry too long about whether you will find a place in this world. You belong!
I know you’ll get where you’re going someday.
For no matter what happens, you will find a way.
I believe in the way that you are and I believe in the way you will be.
You are a beautiful star in this world…and you mean the world to me!’
It’s very sweet, but does not really solve the HUGE (and not to mention terrifying) problem of what to do after Uni. It seems like only yesterday Uni started and it will be finished by tomorrow.
Suddenly the world seems a lot bigger than an oyster.
Anyway, rummaging through the remaining boxes that needed to be unpacked was a bit of lined paper with this scribbled on it:
‘I believe in the way that you are and the way you will be.
I believe in the things that you say. You mean the world to me.
And if you should go, if you should turn around one day.
If you should ever doubt your dreams in anyway, don’t think twice about it.
Don’t worry too long about whether you will find a place in this world. You belong!
I know you’ll get where you’re going someday.
For no matter what happens, you will find a way.
I believe in the way that you are and I believe in the way you will be.
You are a beautiful star in this world…and you mean the world to me!’
It’s very sweet, but does not really solve the HUGE (and not to mention terrifying) problem of what to do after Uni. It seems like only yesterday Uni started and it will be finished by tomorrow.
Suddenly the world seems a lot bigger than an oyster.
Friday, 1 January 2010
The funny side of men.
Men. Is there anything more confusing than them in the world?
Ten or so months of silence and then BANG; they walk right back into your life without as much as an apology or a bunch of flowers. One would have been sufficient.
The New Year may be the time for forgiveness and new beginnings, but we are women. Independent, strong and able to hold off jumping right back into male arms before the word ‘Hello’ is even exchanged- at least we try to.
We are only little things and can be hurt and torn surprisingly easily, so men, please be aware of this. The other thing I would be aweare of, in fact the correct word is probably weary of, is my housemates.
I would never hurt a man, but they will! Win them over (With more apologies and flowers) and you’ll have breakfast cooked for you every time you step in the house.
Either way, good luck.
(You sexy sexy man. Sorry. This is serious must stand ground. Think Queen Elizabeth. I don’t need a man. That’s slightly more Pussy Cat Dolls than Queen Elizabeth. Bugger. I will not give in. That sounds better. One apology will not replace months of ‘I hate men’. Great, now sound like a man-hating lesbian. Terrific. Oh shut up brain and lets see what happens. The end.)
Ten or so months of silence and then BANG; they walk right back into your life without as much as an apology or a bunch of flowers. One would have been sufficient.
The New Year may be the time for forgiveness and new beginnings, but we are women. Independent, strong and able to hold off jumping right back into male arms before the word ‘Hello’ is even exchanged- at least we try to.
We are only little things and can be hurt and torn surprisingly easily, so men, please be aware of this. The other thing I would be aweare of, in fact the correct word is probably weary of, is my housemates.
I would never hurt a man, but they will! Win them over (With more apologies and flowers) and you’ll have breakfast cooked for you every time you step in the house.
Either way, good luck.
(You sexy sexy man. Sorry. This is serious must stand ground. Think Queen Elizabeth. I don’t need a man. That’s slightly more Pussy Cat Dolls than Queen Elizabeth. Bugger. I will not give in. That sounds better. One apology will not replace months of ‘I hate men’. Great, now sound like a man-hating lesbian. Terrific. Oh shut up brain and lets see what happens. The end.)
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