Poetry without rhyming....

Tomorrow is my last day...

.......In Folkestone before Christmas, jeez calm down I'm not doing anywhere...except to Stoke!

It feels good to be going back after 3 months and 1 day exactly...I have too much time on my hands...

Heading back this time has a difference. I will be a third year, one of the people the first years look at and think "gosh I'm glad I'm not there yet" or "Time is going to go so slow, I'll be bored by the time I get to where she is"...however, they'll probably think that looking at taller people than me, I look just older than 16...

I will say this now...this has been the quickest three years OF MY LIFE! Never have I known time to travel so quickly, even with the 5 years of my life I dedicated to watching "Merlin" (Still dreaming it will come back)

I do wish that this year will take its time though, I've had too much fun for this to be rushed. Finally this year I can take full advantage of Fresher's week, with free access into the LRV, I.am.sorted! 

So much has happened though, that it's really hard to believe that only 2 years ago I was sitting in Wickford thinking to myself "what if" and it was only 1 year and 11 months ago that I was thinking "get me out of here!" I had a back up plan and everything, pay rent on my room at home, work at a local newspaper, earn my way until I could move out and expand. However, thanks to some life-saving chats with my mum, and Sarah for dragging me out of my room for food with more sustenance, I made it to the end of first semester...

...and the second one...and finally to the end of my first year...

What a mad year that was, so much happened, good and the most horrible, but second year was better...much, much better!

And now stepping into the embrace of third year (oh I love how that sounds in my head...embrace) I have to wonder "what if" again. WHAT IF I had gone home....WHAT IF Sarah hadn't got me out of my room....WHAT IF I hadn't joined drama society? (Well the name of this blog would be very different)

But then I think..."SOD IT! You made it through first year, and then second year...bring on third year!"

I have to think of what might happen this year, of what excitements await me (feeling very poetic today) and what will happen at the end...

So I go into this year with a new roommate, a new bag, a new haircut (shoulder length, very classy, tres chic) and a new outlook of what this year should be....one I will never forget!

Live Long and Prosper,

H.x 

Facebook and Twitter: Get me out of here!

Social media can be a tricky business.

Facebook for example: Make statuses all the time (like myself) and people take the pee out of you for it, make statuses never or not often, you are considered not social enough....much like Goldilocks in her hunt for a comfy bed, it has to be juuussssttt right.

Then there's Twitter, much like Facebook, except you are limited to only 140 characters...even that doesn't stop some people.

I will admit I am on social networks like these a lot! I create a status or a tweet far too often, but the thing is, it doesn't get liked or favourited as much as other people I know, so what is the benefit of it? I'll be honest, it's either a vent, or a chance to share what I'm thinking...that's Facebook's fault, it keeps asking me what I'm thinking or how I feel...

I do know people worse than myself...they will tweet every 20 seconds it seems. Their nonsensical ramblings fill my news-feed on both social networks, and it will go one of two ways:

1) They will be completely ignored. No-one will respond to the tweets, favourite them or even like the status. They will continue to ramble as if whatever they write down is comedy gold or inspirational to the person reading it.

or....

2) 26 people will favourite the tweet, 234 people will retweet it and 10 people will reply, while on Facebook people will flock their "likes" in like it's going out of fashion. I swear I have seen someone write a status on Facebook saying "Got a cup of tea and chilling like my dad #gettingold #gettheslippers" (yeah they have hash tags on Facebook now...good grief) and it will get over 50 likes, and people commenting left, right and centre.

And don't even get me started on "selfies". Unless you are showing something off, or letting me look at the latest tech you just got, you do not need to take a picture of yourself. Just because you've woken up and look like a supermodel does not mean the rest of the world needs to be informed of it. Yes, you look fantastic, but I woke up looking like Medusa, do you want to see a picture of that too?

One thing I do like on Facebook is that I can like a group with some funny pictures. I tend to share them whenever they come up (only the really funny ones) I don't mind them coming up on my wall or news-feed because they make me laugh.

I sound like an incredibly old person ranting like this, but I'm just saying what everyone is thinking.

I realise that by posting this on Facebook and Twitter, I am going back on everything I have just said, but if I didn't post this on there, how else would you read this? Google it?



Live Long and Prosper,

H.x

Up-teen days of summer

So the UK has experienced it's longest heatwave in about 70 odd years...as far I'm aware, the sun can sod off...

I do not fair well with the sun, I turn into the colour of a lobster and burn like a sausage on a BBQ...I had also experienced a heat rash on my arms, something that has never happened until this year, and could quite frankly live without...

The amount of times my body has been close to giving up and collapsing in public places has entered double figures. Times include: washing my Nan's car, many many tube trains in London and queuing for rides at Chessington World of Adventures.

Surprisingly, the queue for the water ride was the shortest queue we were in all day...

That was a great day though, and soon I will edit this post to show you the picture of us all on the water ride...so funny...but everything was great, and I got to see all my friends who I haven't seen in a long time. Another thank you to Ellen and Beth for letting me stay over...even if I couldn't spend more than 20 minutes watching Supernatural.....*cough* Team Dean *cough*

Air conditioning has now reached the level of being compared to a god as far as i'm aware...the amount of times it has saved me from looked like a Strawberry on trains is more than I care to mention...

My highlight of this beautiful weather was that it was nice and sunny, but not too hot, when I headed to the Midlands to see Swifty and his family. Their garden is beautiful and catches the sun so that it draws in the light but leaves out the heat (much to the dismay of the Tortoise who wanted to sunbathe)

Travelling in this heat is not fantastic, unless you have access to a massive amount of air conditioning or windows that can open. I only had access to these while heading to the Midlands, with Air Con on full blast in First Class (oh yeah, first class!) and when I was in cars travelling with the window open all the way...that did wonders for my hair...

Overall, this summer has been hot, sticky, sweaty and downright annoyingly hot...but I wouldn't change it at all....

...well maybe the sweaty bit...

But there is even more fun to come! I'm heading to Essex again twice, and then heading to Stoke for another work experience interview...yipee!

Chat when I can, if you don't hear from me, assume I have been roasted outside...


Live Long and Prosper,

H.x

Cute Overload's got nothing on this...

To the many people that know me, as soon as a small, fuzzy, cute animal walks into view...you no longer exist, only the small, cute animal...

It's actually got to the point now where I can't go to the zoo anymore because I just won't stop going "aww" at sub-sonic levels.

This is not a particularly good trait to have, especially during rather important conversations...however, I vow to prove that I have good reason to go "aww"

Picture 1:

HOW DO YOU NOT SEE HOW CUTE THIS IS!!!

I just want to reach in and cuddle this tiny little thing...is that so much to ask??

Picture 2:

IT'S A BUNNY WITH A SHOPPING TROLLEY!!!

How can you not go Awww to that?!?

Picture 3:

If you do not aww at this...you are insane...

Picture 4:

This is Daisy. She is a 12 year old American Cocker Spaniel....and she's all mine!

This is just one classic photo...I have hundreds of them, all as cute as the next...hehehehe

Picture 5:

Just...it's little nose...and ears...and eyes...it's so fluffy!!!

I used to have a hamster that looked exactly like this, she managed to stuff a whole brussell sprout into her mouth in one go...my kind of animal!






This is just a small selection of the cute pictures I have...but they all show one thing:

I "aww" because these animals are adorable, they deserve to be aww-ed with everything we have.



Live Long and Prosper

H. x

All on the table now...

Just finished my work experience diary...forgot to do the last little section.

I was writing the conclusion, and I think you may want to read the first paragraph:

"Over the 2 weeks at (Insert Radio Station Here), I had learned what valuable experience I had come across. I had not only been put through my paces as a journalist, but physically, mentally and emotionally as well. 

I know now that to be a journalist, you need to have fighting spirit, and a keen eye for the right story. You need to be tough, but emotionally available to your audience. You need to be informative but friendly at the same time. I have nothing but respect for the 6 people sitting round that octagon every day."

I honestly don't think I've written anything as honest as that in a long time.

It feels good to get that sort of thing off my chest. I know it's not some kind of "tell-all" confession, but I honestly mean it when I say it though, that I nothing but respect for those people round the Octagon. I wish I could be like them...but sadly I can't...

For you see I was not destined to be like them...I think I was meant to go down another path...the path of editing...Sounds odd, but on newsdays, I look forward to nothing more than editing together a TV or radio package. I do prefer the TV editing though, I love the visuals. 

While some people ask questions in an interview and look for that golden nugget of information or that "golden quote" that's so perfect you want to marry it, I look for the "money shots" of people and on-location, then I can't wait to get back to the studio and edit that bad boy together!

My brain is wired for technology. The cameras, the microphones, the white balance...and the completed package at the end, which gets praise from a man who does not compliment easily.

Call me nuts, call me a techo-geek, but I love it! And surely I should go into a career that I love, right?

Another part of my conclusion goes as follows:

"In conclusion, this was a very valuable work experience, if some people think for the wrong reasons, but I think it really helped me make a decision on my choices as a journalist."

I say that last part because it has made me realise that maybe journalism isn't for me. I still think that I could make it, but my heart is in the editing. I love news, but I don't think I'm tough enough for it. As my housemate Katie says, I need to "man-up" and "grow a pair"...maybe I do, but I'm in no rush...editing isn't so "dog-eat-dog" but I love it, and skills mixed with passion make for a very good pairing...

Who knows what I'll be doing in a years time? I got my second year results today (passed, whoop whoop!) and I saw that many third years have gotten them too, and moving on to greener pastures...

So this is it...my final year...time to make it my own!

Live Long and Prosper

H.x

If you would like to view any of the packages made on newsdays, please follow the links below:

• Horsemeat Scandal
• Lambing
• Guide Dog Attacks
• Hanley Taxis

Wigan is a word dammit!

***Might I suggest listening to this song on a loop while reading this, makes the post all the more magical...if not, it doesn't take anything away from it, I just think it's a nice tune...***

Long distance is tricky...and no i'm not talking about romantic long distance...well I am, but that's included under the general stuff, I mean long distance is tricky in general...

Wow that was confusing, I hope that made sense...don't worry if it doesn't, it will all become clear.

As you are (very much) aware, I now live in Folkestone...far far away from my friends in Essex and Stoke. Trying to keep up with everything going on is tricky, whether that means being on Facebook a lot more than I usually am (draining my phone battery), checking Twitter or just texting people, which is good to start, but looks a little creepy after a while.

Basically, it's hard to keep up with everything going on in your friendship group without looking like a stalker.

That actually feels good to finally get out there...

I'm a very social person, make that social networking or chatting face to face, but heading home for the summer means that even though I am closer to my mates in Essex, I'm further from the ones in Stoke, and vice versa when I head back to Stoke. I just can't catch a break, as Leonard from "The Big Bang Theory" would say...

Now besides dancing round my room alone looking like a weirdo, and watching 4od until I can't see straight is all well and good, but being home really has made me think about friends. You can't live without them, and whoever tells you otherwise clearly hasn't had a Two for Tuesdays with a friend, (lifesavers right there folks) and being home at the moment, I can truly say that friends are everything.

I think myself quite lucky that I have such a close relationship with both my mum and dad, and I consider them some of the closest friends I have, but I know that after a while, they just want some time away from their little princess (a nickname I gave myself for them to call me, you can tell I came up with that one...) so having other people to talk to is great...

...however Facebook/Twitter/Text can only help so much...

I'm heading down to Essex soon to see some of my friends, then heading to Wigan to see Swifty (Just pointing out now that my laptop doesn't recognise "Wigan" as a word...hehehe) and then possibly stopping in Stoke for a little while. I'd love to say that I love travelling, but I only love it if there's someone at the other end waiting for me eagerly.

Don't you just love that feeling of stepping off a train/bus and seeing that person you've been so looking forward to seeing for such a long time...and realising that they are just as excited as you?

Now I know how it feels to be arriving at that train station or bus station, and having to look around waiting for that one person to step out of the crowd to meet me, and not be there (take that for a metaphor if you want, I didn't intend it to be, but it kind of sounds like one) But I also know that if they could be there, they would be...who'd want to miss out on seeing you...yeah you!

So the next time you go to meet a friend you haven't seen in a long time, heck, even a friend you saw the other day, don't forget to greet them like you haven't seen them in years, believe me, it feels great for everyone!


Live Long and Prosper

H.x

Let's not exit through the gift shop...

I'm feeling philosophical...

Maybe it's because I've completely finished for my second year of uni...yeah it's been a while...

But I've been thinking about exits...odd topic but it has some relevance.

I had 2 weeks of work experience, and even though I thought it was a really valuable experience, I found that it was not the career choice I'd like to go in to. So for quite a while, I was looking for a way out, or at least looking forward to the end of the day, week, the entire work experience.

I make it sound like the worst place to work, it wasn't. It was just me, I found what my calling is...I hope.

So it got me thinking, everywhere I looked, there were exits everywhere...and I mean everywhere!!

At the train station, a fire exit...a front door...a hug...anything!

Yes, it's going to be that kind of post, if you don't want to read it, feel free to leave, but if you do carry on reading, no piss-taking. This is all mine, you don't like it, deal with it.

This sounds like me going on about some weird stuff, and I don't blame you in thinking that reading this would just mess with your head. But it has a point...honest! What I mean is, if we feel like we need to escape from something, we can turn anything into an exit.

A classic example, cheesy as usual, but I am stressed...a lot...so an easy escape for me is a hug with someone I care a lot about. Whereas a conventional exit would be me, waiting at the station for my train to work experience, and wanting to walk out the same way I came in. However, I am not a quitter, so I sat where I was and waited for my train.

Whatever your situation, whatever your mood, anything can be an exit, an escape, from reality. A good book, a movie, a phone call, an actual door (who'd have thought it?)

But sometimes you need to to ignore those giant exit signs and stay exactly where you are. You have no idea what you may miss if you leave too early. I know that if I had left early, from university, I would have made the biggest mistake of my life. I would have never met the people I know so well today, had experiences I would never have anywhere else....etc etc.

Overall, sometimes having that little secret escape route (or escape rope for my Pokemon fans) is a fantastic resource, and if you have it, never let it go. But only use it if it's the last thing you can do. The amount of times I've taken an exit and missed out on an amazing opportunity, I can't even count it on my fingers anymore, and it's stupid, because it is all my fault, no-one else to blame.

But the times, when I've ignored that little flashing exit sign in my head and stayed where I am have given me some life-changing experiences, advice and more I could have ever hoped for.

Oh, it's just been one of those weeks....

Live Long and Prosper

H. x



and p.s. I'm making good headway on that list from my last post...

I'm back baby!!

Hi....it's been a while....sorry....I was doing a blog for my module at university....

HOWEVER! I AM BACK!

And with a happy and optimistic start....not because I've just finished my second year of uni....what? who said that? hehehehe

I recently found myself reading a blog about a women named Louise who is suffering from Cancer. She was recommended by her husband to start blogging her experiences, and that's what she did, and I must say it brought a tear (well many tears) to my eyes.

If you want a read (bring a hankie) then here is Lou's Story

But it got me thinking about life and everything in between. What if (god forbid) I was in her situation? Would my friends and family react the same way as hers did? Would I be the same as her?

But then another thought popped into my head: no-one acts the same in these sorts of situations. However, nearly everyone comes out the same in the end, which is:

I shall start living in the present. I shall do what makes me happy

And to be honest, I couldn't agree more.

Just over a year ago, I lost my Aunt to cancer. It was a truly awful time, especially as such a horrible disease taking someone who was one of the nicest people you will ever meet. My biggest regret was being at university at the time, and not being able to do anything to help. It all happened so fast.

This spurned my family to become closer, and for my mum to fulfill a dream she's had for many many many years: to buy a B'n'B. I couldn't have been prouder of her, for doing what she wanted to do with her life, and for making herself happy.

However, it has dawned on me that I haven't done the same....So below is a list of things I want to do to make me happy, plus some other stuff that I thought I'd throw in:

• I am fat. Simple as. My BMI tells me I'm over-weight, no point fretting with the facts. But, even though I will try and lose some, I have my whole life to lose it. While I'm at university, I'm going to enjoy myself and my freedom with food...

• I don't go out as much as I would like. Either I'm ill/not in the mood/have deadlines. There's nothing I can do in those cases, but more times I just need to say f*** it! YOLO (as my mate Alice would say)

• I'm too emotional. Now I know you're saying "there's nothing wrong with that". However, when you are walking home crying, you know something needs to change. I won't necessarily stop being emotional at all, I'm not an ice queen, but I will start making changes in my life that stop me from getting that emotional in the first place.

• I'm finally with an amazing guy, and verging on being with him for 6 months....I plan on being with him for a hell of a lot longer, and he does too, which is great!!!

• I'm going home to see my Mum and Dad soon. I plan on giving them the biggest hug of their lives and never EVER letting go....sorry Mum and Dad....

• I want to go back to Essex to see all my wonderful friends, who even though know I no longer live pretty much next door, still treat me as such, and I love them even more for it!

• I want to scream....just really loudly....to just let it all out....all the anger, all the hate, all the stress....everything....

• I want to go see Russell Howard live again....I love him! And Coldplay, they are currently playing on my iPod, and I think they are amazing....

Probably more will get added, but these will do for now....

Live Long and Prosper....

And I really mean it!

The Disney Princess "Happy Birthday" song - The true sign of love

Greetings!

Well it seems like a whole year since I've been on here....oh wait it has been!

I'd like to say not a lot has happened since I last wrote, but I'd be wrong. Oh don't try and run off before you carry on reading, that's just rude!

So what has happened? Wellllll:

• I moved to a B'n'B....it's like something out of a Jacqueline Wilson book I tell you!
• I have written a grand total of 5137 words for 2 essays I will never had to look at again in my life.....time well spent there.....
• I met my boyfriend's dad....hid in the bathroom....always brilliant!
• Proved I am in fact as immature I look....on Christmas day of all days
• Left the years of teenage-hood behind.....I'm now old
• Gained 1-2 pounds of weight.....plus an extra 2-3....times infinity.....I may be slightly exaggerating  only a little bit though...
• Just been handed a small cuddly turtle that is the softest thing since fluffy hamsters.....and I speak from experience on that one....
• Work experience.....that is all....

Cor I'm so glad I didn't have to read that out, that was a mouthful....

I think the last blog post covered the B'n'B stuff, we need no repeats here, this isn't Dave (international readers may not understand that joke....British people will find that hilarious)

The essays....Politics and Screening Journalism....two extremely pointless subjects but I had no choice.  Took absolutely ages but they are done now, so I can focus on other things, like this blog. Me and my housemate Sarah sat there as I finished my Screening Journalism essay 8 minutes before the clock struck my birthday....she played the Disney Princess "Happy Birthday" song the minute it hit Midnight, I knew there was a reason I loved her.....way more than her boyfriend anyway ;) sorry Ben....

Hiding in the bathroom when meeting my boyfriend's dad.....all I have to say is the meet-up was a lot of awkward silences and that seemed like the only plausible option at the time (I panicked!!) Hopefully next time it will go better, fingers crossed! I seem like an idiot for writing that, but all I can think is that you just have to laugh at yourself and laugh back at the situation, because if you don't you'll just cry....which is what I nearly did when I told my boyfriend what had happened.....

Immaturity on Christmas day is a given, but when you start getting the shakes because you haven't opened any presents in the hour that you've been awake because your family decide to go on a walk, then that it is immature....especially when they ask to open presents after lunch and you shout NO!....Mum gave me the weirdest look after that.....have no idea why.....

Left teenage-hood....I am now 20, oh joy! As my friend's say: "Only half way till your mid-life crisis!".....thanks Georgie. Mum also says that she can no longer get away with saying that she's 30 now that she has 20-year-old twins.....of course you can mum, just make sure me and David aren't around.....

Gaining weight....Oh c'mon that's a given! We've had Christmas, my birthday and my boyfriend keeps cooking for me....it's hard not to put on weight! However I have now been introduced to the delights of "Dance Central 3" so i'm sure that weight will fly off. However, as I said to the guys I play against, they have an unfair advantage. They don't have 2 big un-identified flying objects directly below their heads, that you have no control over whatsoever! Also, the impromptu late night trips to McDonalds with Katie don't help with the diet, but I don't care, I love it, plus we are aiming to try the "50 things to do while going through a McDonalds Drive-Thru" so that should be interesting.

The cuddly turtle....that has literally just happened. One of my housemates is moving out so she's given me the teddy because i'll take care of it.....I've become a teddy sanctuary. It can be added to my collection, along with my little Christmas doggie, giant Yoshi and even bigger teddy pig Rasher..... 

Work experience....absolute nightmare and bane of my life....that's all I can say without swearing....

So, completely up to speed now. Fantastic.....don't feel like I have much to say now.....

Oh! On a very good note, this blog has been up and running for over a year now! WOOOOOO!!

Until next time internuts, when I have something interesting to sprout to you....

Live Long and Prosper

H. x

Let's hope Derren Brown isn't right....

Good Morrow weary traveller! Come rest here for a while. I offer much in the way of entertainment here at "A full ton of words." It has been a while since I have seen your face here, how come you haven't visited? I have missed you....

Ooo "The Big Bang Theory" is on....back in about 1/2 hour....

I'm back! Now where was I? Oh that topic is too depressing, I'll change to something more time-appropriate....Ooo here's a fun topic!

Well, it's finally happened. The moment that's been over a year in the making. I have finally moved from Essex. I now live in a B'n'B in Kent. Sounds like something out of a Jacqueline Wilson book right? That's exactly what I said to my mum when we moved in. Well now that I'm home for Christmas from Stoke, I have had a chance to wander round my new home. Safe to say...it's massive!

I do have one of the 2 rooms on the top floor, and I mean the top floor.....I'm in the attic. Lucky number 7. Not so lucky is the placement of my new bed. Although conveniently placed next to the radiator to keep me warm in the winter weather, I have a wooden beam right above my head, so if I wake up in the middle of the night by a nightmare, which seems more likely the case recently, I get knocked right out again after smacking my head on the beam. You could see this as a positive because then I'm not freaked out anymore, but I really don't want to be knocked out on a nightly basis.....

Also, my bed shakes....but I'm not fussed about that....

One thing I am finding hard to adjust to is the location. I am in Kent, 77 miles away from the home of Essex, which I have grown up in for the last 19 years. Both areas are very different from each other: Essex is slightly busier and all my friends are but a bus or train journey away. In Kent, I live next to a main road and if I want to see my friends, I need to majorly plan in advance. You could argue that it makes the time I spend with them even more special....but I'd rather be able to see them whenever I want rather than on the rare occasion. I miss all my friends.....whether they be in Stoke or Essex.

Moving on, to what seems like the most important thing that has gripped the world for the last few years.....IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!!!

*Cue people running around scared and a Derren Brown Special*

That's right! I write this a day before the supposed apocalypse. I say supposed, Australia and New Zealand have already got past 21/12/2012 with flying colours, and last time I checked they all were alive. I honestly don't believe in any of it, I just think it is another false alarm. I'm 19 and I've already survived many "end of world" prophecies. However if this is our last day on earth without the possible threat of death and people start to celebrate their last day, I can guess what people will be doing:

•          I spent the day sleeping and reading...nothing new there...
•          One of my housemates will be in Disney...at least she's in the most magical place on earth
•          My boyfriend will still be celebrating his birthday....wish I was there...
•          Celebrities will carry on their day as normal, the PR world will let them know if something happens, then they can head to a massive spaceship to form a new world on Galactic Star 4 AKA Mars (I joke.....I hope)
•          Many believers in the end of the world will be hiding in their nuclear bunkers without internet access...how will they read my blog?
•          Many non-believers will be chillaxing and waiting to prove the rest of the world wrong...this should be interesting.

However, if tomorrow was our last day, and you knew it, what would you do? Would you pray? Would you spend it will your loved ones, whether that be your family or your boyfriend/girlfriend? Would you end it all before the world died? Would you throw the biggest party ever and not worry about the consequences? I honestly have no idea what I would do in that situation. I would hope that I would have the composure to remain calm and to enjoy my last day. It's rather a depressing thought thinking about the end of the world, and thinking about what would happen if some people survived. I just hope whatever happens, happens quickly, I'm tired of waiting...

So to all the readers tonight, whether you believe the world will end tomorrow or not, I will leave a final message. I honestly don't believe it will end tomorrow, but I'm not taking any chances:

Dear reader of "WKD, Chinese, Drama:  A Full Ton of Words",

This blog has been running for just under a year, and if you have been reading my blog for over the course of that time period, then I say thank you. I really appreciate the time you have taken to go out of your way to read it.

I have not bore my entire heart and soul onto this blog, those that know me well know I'm a lot crazier than this, but I like to think that people out there know me. I'm not popular in the blogging world, but it's nice to know that when people mention blogging, I like to think that my blog name pops into your head.

It has been a great year, thank you very much for reading.

If the world does not end tomorrow, then see this message as a thank you to my readers for looking at my little blog that I started for fun. I hope the world doesn't end tomorrow so I can carry on writing stuff you to read.

Live Long and Prosper

H. x

Well it's certainly been a while....

Wait! Before you all go "flippidy do-dah" on me (yeah I made that up!) you have to understand I have been so very busy, and everytime I plan on sitting at my laptop and writing a new blog post, something pops up. Currently I should be writing a Government and Politics essay, but procrastination kicked in, and other than learning lines for Drama, this was the only thing to do. Also nothing has happened that's big enough to write a whole blog on. Several things have happened, but knowing me I'll jinx it if I talk about it so I'll just shut up about that now. Any major points to cover? No not really. My course is in full swing at the moment, so coursework has hit hard and heavy. Drama is back on, full of committee meetings, line learning and a lot of giggling fits.

Overall....a lot of time has gone by, I can't believe first semester has gone already....

Anywho, must find something to write about, or I'll just blubber on for a lifetime, and as many of my close friends know, I can do that. I can talk for England. The only things that seem to shut me up are food, which still struggles at the best of times, but "Just Dance 4" seems to do very well at it. I seem to be getting lots of high scores for showing off my best moves and beating my housemate Katie.....hehehe Katie, you wanted a mention, didn't see this coming did you? I did mention you twice so be happy! I digress, back to the point at hand.

I am very bored!

Over at my boyfriend's house I've been starting to play "Halo 4". Yes you read that right that's not a mis-print.....I have been playing Halo. I'd like to say that I kick the guy's butt at it, that I am amazing and complete some pretty awesome kills. I would love to say that I have led an online team to victory more times than I have failed.....but I'd be lying. I suck at it big time. Yes I do get the occasional lucky kill, and that I can play with some reasonable skill, but I don't stand a chance against anyone that has genuine skill. Much like in a game of bowling or pool, I only get the lucky shots, no skill involved at all.

One thing that I seem to have some skill in is coming out with some ridiculous things. Our house, very aptly named "Dramatics HQ", has created a quote book, containing some of the outlandish things my housemates and I have said since coming back to university. Mine appear to be witty, things such as "I am an internet service provider!" (work that one out for yourselves) while some appear as just down-right silly, much like my personal favourite quote, said in the middle of Frankie and Benny's which was "She just fingered your potato"......elegant as always ladies. Just to clear this up, it's not rude (dirty minded people you!) but there was a potato skin filled with cheese and bacon left on our sharing platter, and I offered to eat it. When I realised it had bacon in I had to turn it down, until my housemate grabbed it and spooned out the contents with her finger. Ta-da! Your perfectly normal explanation.

God I'm so bored.

Only 3 more weeks till I go home. I am no longer the Essex girl you all once knew, oh no. I am now a Kentish person. A Folkestone person to be precise. I live in a B&B about 10 minutes from the sea front, with nothing but a laptop and an iPod for friendship. Sounds like something out of a book doesn't it? I've already made plans to go back to the "homeland" aka Essex, but they don't come into force until the new year of 2013, that is if we can get past this dreaded December 21st that everyone keeps going on about, our supposed day of the end of the world. If this does happen, only if, then everyone I know back in Essex.....it's been nice knowing you.

Anyway, hopefully it won't take 2 months for me to write another blog post. If it does and we all get destroyed on the 21st December, then this could be my last post. If so, thank you all for reading, been lovely sharing my personal life with you all, and see you all soon....

If not....see you in January!

Live Long and Prosper

H. x

A start to the year with a BANG!

SOOO it's that time of year again when the leave start to fall, the weather gets that little bit colder and the trunks of cars are filled with an enormous amount of luggage. This can only mean one thing.....YES, I am back at University.

(In the case of this video: I am the cast of "The Big Bang Theory" and the music build-up is going to Uni.....my mum is Penny)

And it's good to be back! I have a house this year with my new roomies Sarah, Gina and Katie. I've already been here two weeks and only just got internet (I don't know how I survived so long) but everything seems to be settled now. I'm nearly unpacked, it's been a lot harder than I planned simply because I get so bored so easily. I honestly can't be bothered! The clothes are done, but we already have a ton of kitchen stuff so that's all sitting in my room gathering dust, and my posters have only just arrived, so they can grace my walls soon. I cannot explain how much of a momentous event this is. I am in my own home, with bill paying (not looking forward to that) and being independent once again. However, without my housemates I'd probably be in a cardboard box by now so I have a lot to thank them for. I'm also on the committee this year for "Amateur Dramatics Society" so this year is full of new experiences. I'm so excited!!! However, I am not changing the name of my blog to "WKD, Chinese, Amateur Dramatics" because it's waaaaaaaaaaay too long!! To make a long story short....I am ready for anything that comes my way this year. I have to believe that I can do anything, that I can push myself to be the best person I can be.

I may be a second year student, but I'll always be a fresher at heart. I love the whole fresher way of thinking: not caring about what you do, what you wear or what you say, you just do it! It's so freeing and I recommend the experience for anyone looking for an experience or a lifetime. This year, I'm going to be the organised one, the funny one, the wing-woman and the take-everything-as-it-comes girl!

Now one thing that is majorly different compared to last year is that I definitely am not living with some nasty people like I did last year during my freshers. It completely ruined the experience of freshers for me, so in a way this is my first freshers. I am so glad I live with people that I actually get one with this year. The people I moved in with after the whole freshers week fiasco were so lovely and so accepting. I really couldn't have asked for better housemates. I learned that even though you may feel powerless, you really aren't. You have the ability to go and tell someone and form that moment on you are no longer alone. You can change how things go just by telling one person. I unfortunately left it too late and only managed to say something a long time after it happened. I got my pay-back, but it would have been better if I had done it sooner, before the negative thoughts popped into my head.

However, it's a new year and I can feel that this is my year. I've already been reasonably lucky already this year, so it can only be a sign of the good times ahead....

After all, you have to live life to the full, because you never know what is going to be around the corner....




Live Long and Prosper

H.x

To my little Kiddie Christmas Cracker

That’s it! That’s the final straw! After I heard this today I knew I had to write a blog post on it.

Oh, by the way, Hello! Sorry it’s been a while, nothing interesting has happened....

So, what may you ask has made me so enraged that I have to blog about it after a month of silence? Well it’s something very close to my heart and very close to home for me. I mean that when I hear of it, and when it comes into being it just makes me erupt to the point of tears. Now even I’m asking myself “What in the blue hell are you talking about?” Well the answer is very simple: It’s my mother.

Yeah, you didn’t see that one coming now did ya?!

Before I go any further, I should urge that this isn’t a blog post bitching about my mum; in fact it is the total opposite. But today something happened that gave me the inspiration for this blog post. As many of my friends have found out, my mum can come out with some real crackers of one-liners. I’d say she is a walking Christmas cracker, but my dad has already claimed that title long ago! She’s like the little kiddie crackers you get that just about pass as Christmas crackers. As me and her have been home alone for good months now, we both get very VERY bored when we aren’t out and about. Today, we headed out to our local high street because I wanted to buy a book I’ve been waiting a year for. As we were heading home, I looked out my window to see two dogs with their owners. The conversation that followed had me crying with laughter and reduced my mother to a childish snigger, but its best shown in the conversation format. So here it is:

Me: Oooh look! It’s a Poodle and a Shih Tzu!

Mum: Doesn’t that make it a Shitz Poo?

Me: No! It’s a Poodle and Shih Tzu, two totally separate dogs!

Mum: Oh! If there was more than one would they be called Shitzy Poos?

At that point mum had to slow the car down as we were laughing so much. To me, this was comedy gold, but probably written down it’s not so funny. However, this isn’t the first time mum has had me in stitches. She once thought she knew one of my friends because she had seen their butt. As creepy as that sounds there is a back story needed. One of my brother’s friends “mooned” our house and my mum mis-took him for the person who did it. So when she proclaimed this in front of my brother’s friends, and a big group of friends at that, every single one of us was on the floor!

Other classic one-liners include:

·         Market Guy: So what book did you buy then?

Me: Oh it’s nothing, just a kid’s book

Market Guy: Oh not that “50 Shades of Grey” stuff?

Mum: Only if that was a kid’s colouring book

·         Brother: Well mum if you win the lottery and dad sleeps with a supermodel we can be rich for life!

Dad: Why would I sleep with a supermodel?

Mum: He wouldn’t be able to walk after sleeping with a supermodel!

I would name others, but they may be a bit rude. I’m not sure what age group reads my blog, but I can’t be dealing with getting into trouble.

Also, just a quick shout out to all my readers from across the water, including countries such as: Malaysia, France, Egypt, Latvia, Canada, Germany, Russia and the United States. I can’t believe we have readers in so many countries; it’s amazing, especially if you have to translate the blog into another language. I hope it’s gets through as much as I hope it will.

Now I’m off, there’s a kid’s book that requires my much needed attention.

Live Long and Prosper

H.x

I pity the fool who's illogical!

Hi everyone from around the world!!

The Olympics has arrived! And following the social trend of blogging about it, guess what I’m doing....So far the Olympics have been on TV for 3 days, and all I’ve watched is the opening ceremony, and even that was in the wrong order.

I should explain....

I work in the evenings so on the night of said opening ceremony, I wasn’t able to watch the first 2 hours. The bits I watched live were the people walking in with the countries and the lighting of the torch....which was amazing! Not gonna lie (My mum says this is my catchphrase) I was crying through the torch lighting. It was so lovely. Go Sir Steve Redgrave!!! I then proceeded to watch the previous 2 hours which was just as good. Everyone was saying that the technology bit was not needed, but I thought it was just great! My favourite bit was with Rowan Atkinson and the “Chariots of Fire” sequence....enough said.

Here, if you missed it, have a gander now:

So with the ceremony over, the games began. As I said before I haven’t watched any of it. That’s not being patriotic, that’s me being honest. Who else will willingly admit they haven’t watched it without feeling embarrassed. I honestly don’t have much interest in sport unless I am actually participating in it. I will make the odd excuse from the rule when a fit athlete makes an appearance, which can only mean one thing....Tom Daley. He is everyone young girl’s dream, and every adult’s dream child. He is studying his A Levels a year early and passing them with nothing lower than an A grade. He also keeps himself healthy and is a lovely person. He is also smokin’ hot.....I’ve never used that phrase before; god knows why I’m saying it now. Anywho, today he competed for the synchronised 10m dive with his diving partner Pete Waterfield. They started off being joint top but slumped to 4^th place, just missing out on the medal stage.

Now coming 4^th place is still a damn good achievement. To get to that point where you can say that you are the 4^th best at something in the world deserves a round of applause

But what did Tom Daley get.....abuse.

I believe in naming and shaming, so the name of the internet troller that abused on Twitter was called @Rileyy_69. He tweeted to Tom Daley “You let your dad down I hope you know that.” Now that is a horrible thing to say, especially after he lost his father to cancer May last year. And that wasn’t the only comment that he made: “Hope your crying now you should be why can't you even produce for your country” and “You really didn't try your best tommy you said you'd do your country proud and you let us all down rather support a tramp” where comments this guy decided to make over the internet. What blooming cheek! Tom has made a brave decision to go out and compete for his country....did you do that too?

People have said that I can get on with pretty much anyone, but there is no way I could be friends with someone that bullies someone else to make them feel better about themselves. I can’t stand the way people think they can get away with saying comments like that over the internet. The World Wide Web is not a mask for your mean side. If someone decided they were going to be mean to me online, and believe me there have been people that have done it, I wouldn’t stand for it. I would stand up for myself and fire back the comments made towards me, which is exactly what Tom Daley did. To think there are people out there capable of doing stuff like that and not even caring is even worse. But to add to it, the guy tried to justify and apologise for what he said, claiming that he just got so excited about Tom and the Olympics that he was really disappointed that he didn’t win and that he was sorry.

I have one thing to say to that.....WHAT THE F**K!!

You just don’t do that!! If you were truly sorry about what you said it, here’s a thought...DON’T SAY IT IN THE FIRST PLACE! God, logic obviously failed today.

I really should stop writing; I’m turning into that guy on Twitter. I don’t know who @Riley_69 is, I probably never will, but I’m starting to say mean things online, which is exactly what I am against. Too many times has social pressures changed me into something I’m not, but this time I’m stopping myself before I go too far.

Let’s hope the rest of the Olympics is filled with team spirit from everyone: The team, the supporters....everyone.

Go Team GB!!

Live Long and Prosper

H.x

A Geeky Soul Search

So I do believe a little celebration is in order....

Yes that’s correct, this blog has over 1000 views. Not gonna lie, this is amazing!! I didn’t even think I could get to 100 views let alone 1000. I just want to thank everyone who has taken the time out of their day to read my blog every time it has popped up on the inter-web. Thank you!

I would like to share one comment I received on my last blog post which made me extremely happy that I started blogging. It’s from a user called “essentialreach”. This was their comment:

“Dear H,

I've been reading your blogs recently and have found them very moving. Your passion for writing is unprecedented as is your vigour for life. I love the idea that you can achieve anything at the moment and the world is your oyster. I'm currently studying sports journalism at staffordshire university and have recently passed with a first class honours, you are example to lead by and I hope and pray you continue blogging as I feel you have great potential.

May the Force be with you

ES”

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that comment. I was absolutely astounded when I read it. I had to read it at least twice just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. It’s one thing to know people like your blog, it’s another to know that someone is moved by your blog, that I’m an example to lead by and that I have great potential. Essentialreach, whoever you are I want to say thank you so much for your wonderful comment. Plus, you signed off with “May the Force be with you” which is awesome!

Anywho, back to the blog at hand. It’s been a weird couple of weeks. Due to the lack of funds in my bank account and now that my job takes up my evenings nearly everyday of the week, my social life has taken a down turn. I feel very spaced out from my friends. If you’ve ever felt this before you’ll understand why I feel like I do. My friends are a massive part of my life, so without them, I feel like a part of me has gone. Luckily I get paid soon and everything will be back on track, but for now I’m stuck in my house with nothing to do with only my laptop and the TV for company. I have never seen so many episodes of “Big Bang Theory” and “How I met your Mother” in one sitting. I’ve chatted via Facebook and texted my friends, but it doesn’t even come close to chatting to your best mate in real life. You don’t get the same emotional depth in a face-to-face conversation as you do in a text message conversation. But being the home-bound person that I am, I make do, and I do like a good text message conversation.

But this got me thinking (I probably shouldn’t do that a lot, it hurts my brain) about what my life has turned into since I’ve been home from university. I summed it up in a few points:

·         Wake up

·         Watch TV/Go online/Chill out

·         Eat food that my mum prepares for me

·         Go to work

·         Go to sleep

My life in 5 bullet points. Oh the joy! Then it occurred to me something I wish I had never thought of. My life follows a very simple pattern, one which has been used by something for nearly as many years as I have been on this planet. My life follows the pattern of a Tamagotchi. If you don’t know what a Tamagotchi is, it is a computer-like game where you have a little pet that you have to care for from birth or it will die. (Then you reset it and start all over again) The Tamagotchi will only survive if you give it food, love, attention and plenty of exercise. Basically if you do all of the 5 points above with it, it will stay alive for a long time! If you starve it of attention (and food, don’t forget food) it will die and you have to reset the Tamagotchi. Other than the major difference of that if you starve me of attention I won’t die (However, according to WTF Facts you can die of boredom) I am a living, breathing, walking Tamagotchi. That is probably the geekiest comparison of my life I could give without going into depth about “Big Bang Theory”

When August comes in  7 days time, I am hitting the social scene! I am going to go out and have fun with the money I’ve earned at work. I am going to make the most of this beautiful summer weather (Sods law the moment I step out of the house the heavens will open) and I am going to have the best summer! I hope you all have a wonderful summer, making more out of the weather than I do.

Live Long and Prosper

H.x

......Red Vine?

Wow! what a couple of weeks

It’s not even mid-week yet and it’s already been jam-packed with tons of things! I best start with what I mentioned in my last post...my exam results...

Drum roll please..........I PASSED!  I am officially a second year student of university now, and that prospect is terrifying! I now have to go back to university and have people in a younger year than me again. It’s like being back at secondary school, only cooler and filled with a lot more takeaways. I am no longer a “fresher”, but to be honest I will always be a fresher at heart. I loved my first year with every fibre in me. Yes, I experienced stuff that I hoped I would never come across again. Yes, I challenged myself to try new things. And yes, I got my heart broken a few times, but that’s life isn’t it? You’ve got to roll with the punches and take what comes your way. I am very much a believer in fate, and that everything happens for a reason, but I always believe that we can all choose our own paths in life. We always have a choice. Corny as it sounds (and believe me it sounds corny) I live by that philosophy. I also live by the saying that “In life, it’s not about the amount of breathes you take, it’s about the moments that take your breath away.”

God I’m oozing with cheesiness today!

Getting these exams results has given me a new lease of confidence. I feel like I can accomplice anything that university throws my way! Bring on second year!

In other news, I have a job!! How awesome is that!! I genuinely thought I wouldn’t stand a chance at getting the job, even though my interview went really well. I got the e-mail today saying I got the job and as I was out at the time, I couldn’t really celebrate in my usual fashion (running around shouting “I got the job!! I got the job!!” I literally skipped home, which is very hard to do with 2x2 litre bottles of Dr Pepper in my hands, and I danced and pranced around my living room. Suffice as to say, I got some weird and confused looks off my dog Daisy. I am now an employee of Sainsburys, the giant supermarket about 10 minutes from my house. I am working the night shifts, which means I might actually be tired when I go to bed. I become something of a night owl recently due to the combination of doing sod all during the day and the large amounts of caffeine entering my blood stream. I’m sure if doctors took a blood sample from me today they would find large quantities of Dr Pepper. I have a serious addiction to it, but at least the first stage of curing an addiction is admitting you have a problem.

To fill you in on another piece of exciting news, my brother has now flown off to America for 6 weeks. I am so proud of him for making quite a big decision to do this. He’s been looking forward to this trip for months, and even purchased his ticket on our birthday. He seemed so happy when we dropped him off at the airport this morning at 5am (Yes you read that right, 5am!) I, unfortunately, couldn’t stop myself from crying. It was an extremely emotional moment, seeing my brother off into the unknown, but I’m glad that he will be safe out there. I am going to miss him an awful lot. After all he is my little brother (It’s only by 2 minutes but I’m still older) and me and him have been pretty much been a constant in each other’s lives, and so him being 4,600 miles away from the person you grew up with is very hard. He would hate me for calling him my little brother, especially as he is about 6 inches taller than me, but he’s nearly 5,000 miles away, so I’ll just face his wrath over Skype. He said to me he will try and bring me back some” Red Vines”. (If you have ever seen “A Very Potter Musical” and “A Very Potter Sequel” then you’ll understand my excitement over getting this sweetie) He also said he would try and bring us back some “Twinkies” which I am incredibly excited about. To basically round this paragraph up as I appear to be rambling, is that I am so proud of my brother and I hope he has the best time out in America. I will miss him so much while he is out there.

Anywho, not really had much to say today, but I shall write more once I’ve started my new job!

Live long and Prosper

H. x

"Paradise" is saying what you really feel...

Hi-de-Hi!

1 week till the results of my first year at university. I’m not going to mince with words here....I’m bricking it! Compared with others in my group (you know who you are) I’m quite thick in the head. Their grades are considerably higher than mine, and I just about got by as it is, but now with the second year looming, the pressure is mounting. There is a lot riding on these results: if I fail, I can’t be the treasurer of Drama Society, I can’t live with my friends next year, I’ll have to go out and get a job and I may have to resit exams. There’s too much pressure, which is stressing me out, which is seriously messing up my sleeping pattern! With all these late nights, I’m finding it harder and harder to find things to do. “Doctor Who” is no longer on BBC iPlayer; my iPod keeps mucking me about and no one is awake to talk to. It’s quite awkward sitting in my living room at god-only-knows what time wondering what I should do to fill the waking hours until my brain goes “oh sod all this thinking I’m too tired, let’s just sleep” which seems to be more often than not at about 5am.

Let’s just say my mum is not too happy about this as I keep waking her up. She blames the caffeine in my drink for keeping me up late and waking her in the early hours....I blame the creaky floorboards as I’m walking up the stairs and across my room to my bed. Not my fault Thank You.

As I’m typing this, I’m listening to my iTunes, which seems to be mucking up thanks to my ancient laptop. I’ve had this massive thing for 5 years now, and if I lean on it while I’m typing, the sound turns from very clear to incredibly bad audio. This also happens when I breathe and my stomach pushes on the plug for my earphones at the front. Yes, I am that fat. I should probably go on a diet, but that requires changing my lifestyle of sitting watching TV while I enjoy the company of Dr Pepper and sampling the delights of Tesco’s own cheese ball crisps. They are so bad for me but so lovely. Also the concept of a “diet” requires me to move around in an energetic fashion. This means: running (or waddling in my case) or doing lots of awkward stretches. I don’t need to humiliate myself even further in front of my neighbours (I should explain 1) we have a giant window in our dining room that our neighbours can see in to and 2) that once when it rained a lot I danced in a giant puddle in my bare feet laughing manically....oh happy days) I don’t like moving around as it is, but to add to that is just torture. I would do more exercise but when your body carries on moving independently from you when you’ve stopped moving is quite the put off.

However, moving swiftly on from that ghastly mental image (sorry), I’ve been thinking about lists recently....that sounded less weird in my head.

But these lists are about certain aspect of my life, maybe about my love life (which seems to be popping up more often than not) or maybe a list about all the things I had wished I had said to people. You know when you feel like you should say something, but you’ve been too afraid. Well I get that a HELL of a lot! Y’know what I mean, all those things you want to say to an ex, what you wish you could scream to their face and then walk off, but never had the courage to do. I’ve had the courage to say it before, but to a friend and not to their face. Except in one case where I did actually say it to them, as we were still together at the time, and it did work out for the better. But stuff like that requires a lot of courage, and I was persuaded to say something to him by my friend, when I was at the point of tears, crying my eyes out to her. It really does help I promise, and things may seem bad at first, but they get better.

So, seeming as I had “lists” as the topic of choice swimming around in my head, I decided to create a list for the women of the world. Basically, this is a list of songs I listen to when I’m feeling a little bit down and need a bit of a pick-me-up. Funnily enough it’s what I’m listening to as I type out this post. It’s designed to be listened to when you need empowering, when you need the courage to go and tell that certain person what you want to really want to say, and sod to what they think of it. You may disagree with what songs I choose, but these are the songs that I have.

Firstly, we have “Bust your Windows” sung by Mercedes in “Glee”. Now I’m not a massive fan of Glee, but when I heard this song, you could hear the attitude she gave off while singing it. She smashes the window on her friend Kurt’s car when she confesses that she likes him, and he covers it by saying that he doesn’t like her but that he likes Rachel. This is also false as he is actually looking at Finn.....so confusing.

Next we have an instrumental piece from the film “The Three Musketeers” called “As far away as Possible” This is the most recent re-make of the film starring Logan Lermon (Love him so much!) and I love this song as it has such a strong build up, it really gets you pumped for whatever you are about to do.

Next is “What doesn’t kill you (Stronger)” by Kelly Clarkson. This is a song that I know has got me through some tough times when things haven’t gone my way, and that I can bounce back from them. Much like “Bust your Windows” you can really hear the emotion in Kelly Clarkson singing.

“Titanium” by Sia is the next on my list. It’s the first song I’ve ever listened that has ever made me want to run, and fast! (Yeah you heard right, a song that makes me want to exercise...shocker!) Also I love this song as on the chorus you can belt it out, which really does help with excess energy when you need to vent. Many car trips at university have been filled with this song on full volume.

Lastly, we have “Paradise” by Coldplay. This is one of those rare songs that will end up being timeless. I first heard this song when I was going through my first break up at university, and my friend was driving me to her house to get ready for a night out to cheer me up. It gives you the courage to just get up and do what you want, which is why I love this song so much.

Look these up on YouTube and tell me they don’t get you in the mood to say what you feel! I would love to know what songs get you pumped up for making your feelings known. Just comment below and I’ll check them out.

Live long and Prosper

H.x

The only time when a Knight (and Day) isn't a good thing...

Hello all!

Sorry for not posting in a while. I’m now back home in Essex after moving everything I own from my university. If I’m honest the reason I haven’t written in a while is because nothing much has happened. I’ve gone out a few times with my friends, been shopping, but mostly I’ve been trawling the mean streets of Basildon for work. My CV has been sprawled across Eastgate shopping centre looking for a home. However, no such luck. Another reason for my lack of postings is because I actually had a plan for this one. I had something I actually wanted to write......and then I lost it.

I know, I know that was incredibly stupid of me, but I was moving and it got muddled up with everything else. HOWEVER after many a minute was spent searching for my “little red book”..... Viola! It is now back in my possession! This book was given to me by my Nana for Christmas, which is meant to be a diary, and it was, until I got bored and started doodling.

After realising my doodles better suited a whiteboard, I had little use for my “little red book”, but when I decided that my blog posts needed a bit more planning. My book suddenly had a purpose again! My mum has been telling me to do more stuff to keep me away from the dreads of daytime television. So instead of doing housework like she has suggested (sorry mum) I’m going to put my planning to good use! I’ve always been an organised person (ask some of my friends, I recently told one of them I have a “day out bag” which is a bag prepped with anything you may need on a day out: snacks, a hat, an umbrella, hair tie and clips, phone, deodorant and many other weird manner of things. Please tell me I’m not the only one out there that does that?) And so I found that anything that’s planned ahead of time always turns out better. However, this doesn’t seem to work with my university work. This is proven by the fact that I finish my essay a few days, maybe even a week before the deadline with lots of planning and I’ll score 9 out of 15, whereas others will do it the night before and get 12 out of 15. Maybe I should start doing that.....

Anyway moving on, what I had planned to write about were men. (That sounds a lot creepier than intended) I wrote this shortly after I was dumped for the second time by the same guy. Oh the joys! But that’s another story which requires effort to write about, for which I have none. Anywho, I was feeling a bit down, and I thought about all the different types of relationships that are out there. My train of thought was interrupted when a friend came over to watch a film, which triggered something else in my ever-so-small brain. I thought that some relationships are like some of my favourite films (or not so favourite as you will soon see). I’ve decided I’m going to share it with you. May I present to you:

H.x’s Guide to Relationships: The Film Edition

1.       Captain America/Prince of Persia/Shrek 1-4

This is the type of relationship that gets loads of hype from your friends, such as “OMG you two would be great together!!” or “You two suit! You’re like the same person!!” This goes on and the relationship starts out fantastic, but trails off and get incredibly boring, leading to rubbish ending.

2.       Knight and Day

I’m so glad I only paid £5 for this DVD. This is the type of relationship that is rubbish from start to finish. Basically you didn’t want the relationship in the first place, but you got peer-pressured into it, maybe by your mother or a friend. It ends badly and you never want to see them again.

3.       Did you hear about the Morgans?

This one wasn’t the easiest to come up with an explanation. This is the type of relationship that could swing either way, depending on your taste in men and relationships. If you’re into 100% pure cheesiness throughout your relationship, then find yourself a “Did you hear about the Morgan’s man” who will shower you in all kinds of romantic gestures. However, that depends if you’re really into that sort of thing.

4.       Avatar

I personally love this film, especially for its special effects. However it’s the storyline that takes main focus in this relationship comparison. This is the type of relationship that seems really good, until you realise that it’s ripping everyone else off. That could be in that it’s copying everyone else and not standing out as a relationship. If you don’t understand what I’m on about, then I’ll explain. “Avatar” has basically futurised the story line of “Pocahontas”.

5.       Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief

This is another one of those relationship types that could swing either way, much like “Did you hear about the Morgans?” This is the type of relationship that is totally different from everyone’s expectations. This film is totally different in some aspects compared to the book. That means that the relationship would follow suit, making it totally different from what everyone has said. The relationship will either work out or fail depending on what your friends say.

6.       Harry Potter series 1-8

I’m a massive fan of Harry Potter, and I know many of my friends are too, so I have to be careful what I say. This is the type of relationship that has a few bumps along the way but overall it results in a happy ending. By this I mean that some of the Harry Potter films weren’t as good as others but it had a brilliant ending, and so would this type of relationship.

7.       Toy Story series 1-3

This is the ULTIMATE type of relationship. This is the relationship that everyone wants. This is the type of relationship that gets better and better throughout the duration and has a happy ending. If you don’t want one of these then something is seriously wrong.

So what type of relationship do you have? Or if you’re single and ready to mingle like I am, what type of relationship do you want in the future? I’m making a new poll to vote on, so don’t forget to post up vote!

Live long and prosper

H.x