Hello again blogosphere! I apologise for the radio silence. It turns out though, a challenge was all I needed to get going again. I’m participating in a 9 Day Blogging Challenge ran by Caroline Towers where a prompt is given each day to inspire a post. You can expect a blog post a day for the next 9 days and hopefully the streak will continue!
I don’t know where to start. My head is a nest of bees and I’m trying to find that one bee that stole the other bees tiara. Yes, bees are really quite bitchy when it comes to glittery goods.
Today I rose to consciousness just after 10am. I very shamefully sat snuggled flicking through my phone, watching videos, till 11am. Sadly it is a deterioration of yesterday where I was up and ready by 10am. I slugged out of bed reluctant for a shower but knew it was (definitely) time to get moving. I showered, again was amazed at the power of my tiny hairdryer, and left the flat as soon as I was ready.
It’s hard, isn’t it? Those ups and downs. Not metaphorically, but literally. Someone literally could be lifting you up into the clouds just to slam you back down. Head first. Onto concrete. This weekend has been a flurry of emotions. Fueled by adrenaline I’ve been sat on rooftops. And then I’ve been shoved back down to a place we like to call harsh reality.
What could be harmful about a friendly video on YouTube? What is wrong with a kind face sharing their wisdom by talking to a camera that holds thousands of eager listeners?
There is no direct danger. I’ll admit. But there is a reason to be wary of these videos. A reason this blog post will try and share with you today.
I think people underestimate the power of imagination. I’m not putting my geek book hat on here and referencing the imagination of Lewis Carroll or J.K.Rowling; I am not referencing the power for us to create fictional worlds of talking caterpillars and flying sticks. No.
There is nothing quite like dedicating 10 precious investments of coffee into a stamp card and seeing the day the rewards begin to bloom. Yes, that’s right. Today, I was awarded a FREE coffee! Can you imagine! That means (calculates on her fingers) that I could have 2 or 3 coffees because I’ve saved SO much money. #logic
Ask any student in the field of English Literature, Media, Creative Writing & Music what the world’s response is to their degree.
“What can you do with that?”
“That must be fun; reading books all day”
“Do you have a plan? It doesn’t seem very practical”
It’s disheartening to hear such criticism towards a decision you put every ounce of your passion into. To study the humanities didn’t need a specific goal or plan in place. It’s your first love. It’s all for that breathtaking stanza of Keats’ “La Belle Dame Sans Merci” or that tingle up your arm as you hear the right chord slot into the melody. Continue reading
If you’re going to submerge yourself in a TV series tonight, make it Gilmore Girls.
Out of the 6,057 students that attend York St John University, I have wanted, more than any of them, to have less time off over Christmas. I’ve been bored. I have a job, yes. I sell many baths, yes. I have begged on all two knees for more hours. But on my days off I’ve been floating about with streams of Netflix littering my tired brain and slowly eating more food as each day progresses. It leaves me feeling sluggish and regretful of the pattern my life is slowly shaping into.
Here is a draft blog post I began writing towards the end of July this year:
So, I have my own set of tea towels. I bought tea towels. I bought cutlery. For myself. Whats worse, I bought a rack! A metal, cylinder rack for my cutlery to sit in. On top of this, I have all these emails about tenancy agreements and guarantor information that I just don’t want to answer.