Adulting | University Illusions: The Alcohol Edition

As another September rolls around, the student offers, packages, and nights out are being advertised everywhere, and the wonder of fresher’s fever and money for alcohol. University is the time to make new friends, discover yourself, move out of your parental home, and spread your wings. Oh, and get a degree along the way too.

So what if you’re not all about the nights out? What if you’re not into alcohol binges and hangover wasted days? What is university REALLY like?

I am going to start this with a small disclaimer, and a little bit about me. Yes guys, I am one of THOSE people. Y’know, *whispers* a non-drinker *side glances*. I’m not ill, there is no religious, moral, or health reasons that contribute, I just don’t really drink alcohol. I also don’t dislike or judge anyone who does or doesn’t drink. I don’t really care about all of that. This post is an honest account from someone who doesn’t usually drink. Oh, and It’s probably a long post, so be warned, in advance!

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Disasters and Reunions

My first week back in England has been one full of mixed emotions. I’ve made new friends, and reconnected with old ones; I’ve made appointments and begun the dreaded process of a personal MOT; I’ve had the worst Bout of Books week that I have ever had; and I am struggling a little through the boredom that is the world of unemployment. Continue reading

The 140 character TV show review – I blame Emma

When I first moved from County to Pendle college at Lancaster University, it’s safe to say I hated the place. I had next to no friends on campus, and I was fed up with my course. Fast forward a couple of years, I’ve graduated with a BSc Honours degree from Lancaster University in Geography, I’ve made some awesome friends, and I am travelling the world (with one of them, although I think that is going to be the first and last time I call you awesome Jade ;P) Continue reading

So which is it then….?

A few weeks ago, when I was new to the blogging game and fresh out of University, I posted this: The beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning? I have had a few weeks to think about things, think about niches and alike, and just get used to blogging and life after university, and have 100% decided that it is the end of the beginning!

Everything really does feel like it’s ending, it’s been a summer of the things. I have finished education, which, considering it has been the focal point of much of my life for the past 18 years is a pretty huge thing. I can’t believe I am already a month on from graduation, it seems like yesterday I arrived at Lancaster for the first time, never mind the final time I would leave. I’ve made so many friends over that time, learnt a lot about so much, and grown from a small child to a not so small adult.

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I <3 Liverpool

I’m not normally one to randomly write I ❤ …… but I have decided that when it comes to Liverpool, that sums up my feelings well. I realise I start sentences/posts with ”I’m not normally one to…” or ”I don’t usually…” but this really is one of those cases.

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”The magic of Liverpool is that it isn’t England” Margaret Simey

I have lived in Liverpool since birth. I am 100% a scouser through and through. I often say to people that Liverpool is the greatest city on Earth, and I sort of believed it. It wasn’t like I didn’t believe what I was saying, but I really took all the great things about the city for granted. Having friends up this weekend has reaffirmed my love undoubtedly, and even though we just aimlessly walked round the city, it is mightily impressive.

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Don’t cry because it is over. Smile because it happened.

Me at graduation

Me at graduation

Graduation. I’ve been through 18 years of education, and I come out of it with a piece of paper, and a mountain of photographs. Today, well yesterday now technically, I graduated from Lancaster University with a degree in Geography. I can now have BSc Hons at the end of my name. Not that I am going to start writing my name with that on the end, but it is nice to know I could do, y’know, if I wanted to.

Real-life, and future, and careers, and ‘what are you going to do next?’ As soon as you finish one chapter, everyone starts asking about the next. Today has made me realise that it’s fine to not know what I want to do, because I reckon I was definitely in the majority with the slight feeling of being lost. I’ve decided that is a good thing now. I will hopefully just wander until I fall into something I enjoy.

After hours of wearing those robes, I was a) boiling, and b) suddenly aware of how I walk normally. De-robing made me realise how heavy the robes etc were. I was quite content in them, and even though we all looked like idiots in the sun on a warm day, robed in extra-layers, extra black layers, it was a nice feeling to be able to wear them. I don’t feel that happy with all the photos, but I am so glad we took way too many. I mean, way way way too many. We are talking hundreds. There were some candid ones that we didn’t realise we being taken, which was a nice surprise, we all look so happy.

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I Could Be Olympic Champion One Day…

First off, I would like to clarify my post title here. I could most definitely be Olympic Champion One Day if any of the following disciplines were made into olympic sports:  ”Watching the most hours of a single TV series in the shortest amount of time” or ”Excessively marathoning TV and film” or ”Spending too much time in front of the TV whilst also blogging and tweeting on the laptop” or ”Staying up way later than I planned because I only have 2 episodes of the season left”. Seriously, I am an expert at all of the above.

I would say that my special skills started to manifest themselves at school, most notably when the second season of The OC started to air in the UK and I hadn’t seen the first season yet, and to make sure I saw it all in time, I borrowed my friend’s DVD box-set, and watched all 24 episodes of season 1 in a week. Yes, it definitely went downhill from there. At the time, I was not aware that this would develop and evolve into what can only be described as a ”super-power”. I hesitate to use that word, but I think it probably qualifies as one at the moment.

During my gap year, and my less than enjoyable first year at University, I honed this skill into an art-form more closely representing my marathoning capabilities today. My ex-boyfriend and I probably spent more time than we should have locked away watching films and TV shows, a trend I continued throughout University. By the end of first year, I think I peaked, I mean, I marathoned the first season of Prison Break in about 36 hours. Ridiculous: yes. Tiring: Yes. Worth: Absolutely. From this point onwards I realised I should utilise this to watch as much as I can, even if it means watching  back to back extended edition of Lord of the Rings with my housemates whilst planning tactical naps and snack breaks, or annoying them with my latest crush, almost entirely dependant on whether the lead character in the new TV show I have started watching is attractive/funny/clever/a spy/a criminal/all of the above (*cough*Neal Caffrey*cough*Derek Morgan*cough*)

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