Life After Uni

Oh HELLO THERE Sophie's blog. Haven't seen you in a while!

Once again, embarrassingly, I've abandoned my blog. It spends more time abandoned than actually being written on!
good news, I've graduated! woo woo! somehow,  the gods of degrees granted me a 2.1 which I personally couldn't have been happier about considering that was my goal when I started uni. I knew full well I was never going to be a 1st kind of gal, I loved Netflix and getting drunk too much.

So how is life now you may be wondering? (or not) but I'm going to tell you/future Sophie anyway.
Well I'm now living back home. Its so odd because me and my brother both moved out and we are both now living back home, although we rarely see each other. As much as I love my home and my family, I am soooooo ready to move out and do my own thing. It's hard when you've spent three years doing things your own way to then have to go home and be told what to do 24/7 again.

Turns out finding a graduate job was not all that easy. I mean I was prepared for the fact that I would probably leave uni and end up in a retail/hospitality job, but no one else was. My family all expected me to come out and get some fancy job when in reality that didn't happen. I think they're finally accepting that now, but I do still have to deal with the whole 'so hows the job hunt going?' questions at any family visit. The job hunt that stopped months ago because it's far too infuriating? yeah. I got sick and tired of reading 'four years experience in SEO' 'Two years prior experience in a similar role' 'Six billion years experience in blah blah blah'. It's just not fun.
I have in fact got a new job in a restaurant, the one place I said I could never work because I would be terrible at it! Turns out I'm not so bad. I work at Le Bistrot Pierre, a cute little french cuisine restaurant that recently opened. The best part about it was being sent to Torquay all inclusive for two weeks to 'train'. It was like a mini holiday working right on the sea front with the best people, I didn't want to leave! I work behind the bar which is rather fun, and I feel like I can now shock people with my extensive wine knowledge/cocktail making skills. Although I trained on bar and have been behind the bar for the first few months, I've dabbled in waitressing and am now going to train up properly in that too, so I can do both. The few times I've been left with the responsibilities of tables I haven't messed up entirely (I did forget to send one tables food, and got another tables sides wrong, but they were all really understanding!) and the fact that they still want to train me up properly shows I cant be that terrible at it!

So yeah! that's what I spend most of my time doing nowadays! One of my best friends is getting married and asked me to be bridesmaid! which I cannot wait for. It also involves a hen do in Magaluf which will be interesting/the best fun! My other best friend also got engaged! everyone is getting married and having kids and buying houses and I'm in the corner still single ASF.

The goal at the moment is to save enough money to move into a flat with Rhiannon my ultimate bestie. This could be the worst or the best idea, we are like an old married couple already!

THIRD YEAR IS NOT OK. NOPE.

Hello. This is a very serious post. A serious, rambly, stressy post.

I'm not going to tell you anything groundbreaking here, and I cant imagine how many other 20 something year old's have felt this exact way for years upon years. But oh my goodness third year is hard, and I need to vent.

So when you are in primary school, you get told 'Big school is hard!'
When you are in secondary school you get told 'Be prepared for sixth form/college, its hard!'
when you are in sixth form you get told 'you think this is hard?! wait for university!'
......They didn't lie!

As part of my course, it is required that we complete a dissertation. If you don't know (I am extremely jealous of anyone who doesn't know they exist) a dissertation is a rather lengthy piece of writing that spans the majority of your third year. For example, mine is a 10,000 word research project. You might be thinking 'You know Sophie, that isn't so bad!' no its not. But juggling that alongside four other modules that have assessments including 3000 word projects or exams is difficult.

It seems like assessments and university are just and endless list of grades and word counts. In reality, I have only a few months left. I've found myself battling between

'Oh my god no this cant end I don't have a plan what am I going to do next this is my lifeeeeeee'

and

'ugh I cannot wait for this to be over I never want to write another essay again give me strength lord'

This battle is a never ending one (so it seems!) and I'm sure I will write a post in another week about how much I love university so much and my dissertation is the best thing ever.

until then, stressed stereotypical student in need of help ASAP. or a new brain. If you have either, let me know!

Toodles!

P.s ON THE PLUS SIDE (There's always a positive in every situation) I have got myself some work experience! wooooot woot. It's with a lovely looking little company called JamJarPR, and as you've gathered, its a PR company in Cardiff. I'll be spending six days with them, and cant wait to get a taste of the industry. I think it will do me the wooooorld of good!

Fueling My Film Addiction

So recently, I've been purchasing a lot of DVD's. I actually own an un-natural amount of films, and the majority of them, I've definitely seen at least ten times. I don't know what it is, but for some reason if I've seen a film in the cinema that I really enjoyed, I feel obliged to own it. Obviously so I can watch it another billion times, I never get tired! (Peeeeerfect example, I'm currently watching The Notebook, the second copy I have owned as someone borrowed my first and never returned it. RIP to the #1 copy you used to be). I have around 70 dvds with me in uni, and around another 30 at home. Basically a small film library!
I thought I would share with you some of my favorites from my DVD case.




1. My all time favourite. I'm not even going to get into how much I love Harry Potter. I think that deserves a whole blog post to itself!

2. This film surprised me. I will be honest and say I only went to see it in the cinema because it involved Ryan Gosling. I was captivated by it!

3. Come the fuck on Bridget! I quote this movie almost as much as the regular girl quotes Mean Girls. As I always say, Bridget Jones is the best friend at making you feel better about your own life!

4. Yes. It was bound to crop up in this list somewhere! I saw this film three times in the cinema. I had to go see it the second time just to try and get over it, it was on my mind constantly! The book, the film, Its a right heartbreaker!

5. Now for  a bit of cheese. Who doesn't love naughties Hilary Duff?! I was obsessed with this film when i was younger, and became adamant i was going to attend a music conservatoire. You literally cant get more cheesy.

6. Another classic. Ewan McGregor. Singing Come What May. Need I say more?!

7. I cant pinpoint what it is I love about this film, It genuinely is such a wonderfully made film, with a great moral behind it. 'You is kiiiiiind, you is smart, you is important' Oh and Emma Stone's hair is on point.

8. Shocker. I really love this film. That's about it.

9. This was an accidental find. It was randomly in my house, so I watched it and fell in love with the adorable story and happy ending. Ultimate chick flick!

10. Disney. If I listed all my favourite Disney films I would be here for quite a while! I'm a Disney girl through and through, and I doubt that will ever change.

I could go on for an eternity, but I will save you that, I think 10 is enough! Just a little insight into my favourite films!


Toodleoo Lovlies!

Wait, Who Are You Again?

I STILL EXIST!......... It has been over a year since I last wrote a blog post, which is horrifically bad, and for that i apologize! 

I started this blog when i was 18, with the idea that it would be a here and there kind of thing, where I post when I've got something interesting to say. Two, nearly three years on and it turns out that hasn't really been working out for me. I keep forgetting then remembering this exists and posting then forgetting and not really keeping up to date with this. 

Recently, what with doing my dissertation, I've started to vlog on YouTube and have really been trying to create a brand for myself across social media platforms. In my last post here, I talked about not knowing what direction I wanted to take after university. Well good news folks! I kind of think I want to go into social media management and public relations professionally. eeeep! I don't know if any of you will have noticed, but I've had a bit of a re-vamp, thanks to my lovely flatmate Lauren (there was a lot of frustration, YouTube banners are harder to make than they look!) but now all of my social media's have the same look, which makes me insanely happy. 

I feel like you need a little update on my life, so here goes! 

I'm now in my third year of university, don't even ask me where the time has gone! I've only got about four months left then I'm done. Capiche. It makes me want to do a little wee of scary excitedness. That is now a thing. 

I now live with four other girls, still in student halls. Because you know, I basically just want to pretend to be a fresher whilst I still can. I absolutely love my living situation at the moment. This is a massive thing for me, as my first year of university was, to be honest, a bit naff living wise. I didn't live with the nicest of people, and felt very unsafe a lot of the time. Second year got a bit better, but I still spent the majority of my time alone, in my room. making no noise.......and pretending I don't exist (10 points if you get the reference). The girls I live with have always been around, I lived with Sian first year, and I know Jessie from home and she lived with Kat and Loz first year, opposite me and Sian. Second year people just kind of went off and did their own thing, It took us a while to all come together basically. Our flat is just my favourite thing and I never ever want it to end. We keep bringing up the fact that we have to actually leave this flat, and then saying 'No no, Lets not talk about it!' 

(L-R) Kat, Me, Sian, Loz and Jessie

I dont know if I've ever mentioned it on here, but I still work at Deichmann Shoes. I've been there for a year and five months now (what? I mean, I'm totally not counting or anything). I'm not going to lie, it's not the best job in the world. Its retail. So basically it can be a nightmare the majority of the time. I just keep telling myself 'I'm working here to get out of here'. Its basically so I can fund myself to get through uni living. 

I don't really have a great deal more to say! life is good, finally. As much as I complain, (Prince Charming has got a bit lost I think) This has to be the best year of uni so far. I cannot wait for those precious few weeks at the end of uni, when we still have halls to live in, and spend our days lying on the grass in Bute park or hoping on the train on a little adventure. Its going to be great!

Toodleoo lovelies! 

Little Fish, Big Pond.

hold your horses, I am writing a blog post! don't all rush to read at once now ;) 

I am a busy gal, having started my second year at uni. (Prepare for the cliché of the century)....it feels like yesterday that I was doing a little do do worrying about starting uni. Here I now am, half way through my second year and to be honest, I'm feeling overwhelmed. Big time. 

I am going to put it out there, I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, which is slightly worrying as its coming round a lot faster than I expected and prepared for. I know I want to work in the media, which makes my Media Culture and Journalism course rather handy. But aside from that I'm a little lost.

hence the title. I am definitely a little fish in a rather big shark infested pond. 

The industry I plan to go into is growing faster than ever, and its getting tougher and tougher to be 'in'. Help!
I will admit, I am definitely to blame for my lack of direction, as I've always had the attitude of 'I'll take what I can get'. Which is fine, but it means that I spend a lot of time worrying about where I'm going to end up and what I'm going to end up doing. Who knows! (definitely not me clearly!)

So the point I'm really trying to make with this is that I think it is ok to go with the flow, but at some point decisions are going to have to be made, and no one else can make them for you! 

Romance is Dead.

 WARNING: rambly, ranty, notquitesurewhereimgoingwiththis post ahead! I just thought this would be a good topic to discuss seen as I have rather strong opinions on the matter!

Photo from tumblr

Romance. The highly sought after mystery that every female (and male? pffft don't be stupid Sophie) Desires. 

Yet, its well known that in this day and age romance is dead. This saddens me greatly, as I'm the type of girl who expects life to be pretty similar to a Disney princess movie and am currently (and have been for the past.....19 years) waiting for Mr prince charming to appear. If your reading this charming honey, now would be a brilliant time, just saying! People generally tend to laugh at me when I inform them of this but to me, its a perfectly reasonable notion! 

I long to live in the days where males and females 'courted' each other and walked round gardens in beautiful fancy dresses, and he proposed to you after two weeks. It just sounds so romantic! Nowadays it consists of a trip to the cinema where you sit and watch a film in silence for three hours...I don't get it. How can you get to know someone if you sit in silence?! I've been on cinema dates, and not one of them has gone very well at all! (think awkward, as we only had about 5 minutes to actually talk and say hi etc before we had to sit next to each other awkwardly. yeah. awkward) so the thought of someone asking me to go now makes me run a mile or so! 

I'm also definitely not into the whole idea of 'going out with someone just to say I have a boyfriend', yet another thing that baffles me. I definitely don't want to pretend to like someone, I'm quite happy to admit id rather stay in with a cup of tea and a good book. These people who go in and out and in and out (cheeky!) of relationships on Facebook, WHY. just stop! it doesn't make you look good at all, in fact its rather annoying!

so as you can tell, overall I'm a typical hopeless romantic and plan on staying that way (call me naive) until prince charming arrives. Any day now! 

The Perks Of Being A Singleton

Yes, it may (or most probably wont) surprise you to know that I'm single. A single pringle. A free agent. Available. Between relationships. However you want to put it, and I shan't lie, I've never had a 'proper' relationship. By this I mean I haven't been in a relationship since those 13 year old, lasting two weeks, never really speak to each other relationships. 

Yes I will admit I get those moments, as every girl does, where I think 'I just want someone to cuddle and eat crap and watch films and be stupid and do nothing in particular with' 

But then I think of all the positives of beings single. Ok so there aren't many, but they are pretty major for me. And are things I do not want to compromise on for any male. 

1. Freedom - This is a biggie for me. I am the type of person who cant stand being told what to do. I like doing what I want, when I want. This probably stems from having protective parents (I'm not complaining about that) and now that I've gone to university I've gotten used to doing things on my terms. I don't want some man swanning in and bossing me about thank you very much. not now I've just gained freedom. 

2.Hairy Legs - yep. Admit it. when you're single your legs grow a lovely winter coat.....all year round. Well with no one to impress, what's the point. you can be less high maintenance with your body when you're single. You can have days where you sit with no make-up and eat a cake or two....or 5. And that's fine. And its just the way I like things. 

3. Pointless Money Wasting Days - by this I mainly mean Valentines Day. to quote Miranda 'I don't know who Saint Valentines was but I hope he died single and surrounded by couples'. I couldn't have said it better myself. Yes, when the day rolls round I do get a bit depressed and think 'oh I wish someone would by me pointless cards and chocolate and materialistic things to show me how much they love me' but then I think 'meh, at least I don't have to spend stupid amounts of money I don't have on such pointless things and I can go and buy myself a pair of beautiful new shoes instead' now whose being materialistic! 

4. Starfishing - I do love my bed. Possibly more than I should. And the thought of sharing it with another human being just.....nu-uh. I can have the Duvet all to myself and sausage roll and foot fold to my hearts content (points for my duvet terms). Another plus to this is not having someone witness me waking up looking like a dogs arse. I wouldn't wish it on anyone!

I'm pretty sure I could ramble on for quite a while longer on this topic, but I will refrain as I'm sure you're probably thinking 'there is a possibility this girl could be insane' 

But remember. There are positives to being single, you just have to look at it with a 'Miss Independant' P.O.V

McFly - Memory Lane Tour. 10th May 2013

So last week me and a friend went to see McFly. Now we have been long term fans. By this I mean we have loved them since were about 10 years old. So when they announced that they were doing a Memory lane tour, of course we jumped at the chance! another surprise happened to be one of the support acts, whom we didn't know about. James Bourne from busted?!  I can now say I've seen a third of Busted YES. Although his own songs didn't go down too well, he soon whipped out the old Busted tunes and we were away, singing along to Year 3000 and so on!

Some photo's I took. I know they're awful but I didn't take my camera, only my poopy Iphone! 

Angharad and I

James Bourne?! *erhmahgerd

The 'not so impressive' Vamps who were about 12. 

alright there Danny!

The set was amazing

dont even ask! 

We had a lovely time and hopefully in 10 years time we will be going to see them again!

wait....I'VE ALMOST FINISHED MY FIRST YEAR OF UNI?!

(firstly can I just say, two blog posts in one day?! 10 blogger points to me)

Yep. You read it right! this year has completely and utterly flown by. Its mad to think that in a weeks time I will have started my summer holiday. four months of absolute BLISS.

But first I have to tackle two exams. Now we all know from my previous posts how much I just despise exams. I will try not to go off on a rant like I did last time but I'm not promising anything.

exaaaaaaaaaaaams *insert ridiculous image of me rolling around on the floor crying* Why must they exist!

on a more positive note, for our first year of uni we only need 40% overall to pass....and the first year doesn't count towards the second two. so really.....we only need to get 40% instead of 100 which is GREAT. and seen as each module is split into different assessments  I have come to the conclusion that I only need to get 28% and 30% in these two exams. Which definitely makes me feel a lot better about them!
it takes away some of the pressure.

One of the exams is split into two Halves. Part A and part B.
Part A consists of memorising four chapters of a giant textbook and summarising them. In an hour. Now to me, that is not an exam created to test my ability in Media Theory. That is an exam to test how much of a textbook I can remember.
Now if you know me you will be aware that  manage to forget things within the space of five minutes, so this seems like an impossible task for me to be able to do. And if I do manage to do it, it will be a miracle.

But hey, there's always resits?

I CANT WAIT FOR SUMMER.

The Burden of My Life. Eczema

Well hello there strangers! I will admit.....I am awful at blogging. I really am!
but here I am, writing again. I will also admit (lots of admitting going on here!) that I'm supposed to be revising right now for my two Uni exams. I'm going to write another post on this, so I shan't go off on a tangent now.

I've been meaning to write this post ever since I started this Blog way back last year but I've never really had the guts/time/inspiration to sit down and actually do it, but seen as I'm in top procrastination mode, I will do anything to not revise!

So I guess I should start at the beginning! (does everyone else sing the song when someone says that?!)

When I was born, I guess you could say I was completely fine. It was all lovely and great and Mama and Papa R and Brother L took me home and life was dandy. After a few weeks, six to be precise, I was diagnosed with Eczema. Now you guys reading this may think 'oh yeah! I've had eczema, here and there' well I had and still to this day have it everywhere. All over my body. YAY.

I suffer with severe Eczema, and let me tell you, its...to think of a better word....poopy.
Eczema runs in my family, with a few members of  Mama R's family suffering with it, so it was kind of inevitable that it would carry on making a very unwelcome appearance through generations. My brother also suffers with it so I didn't really have the best chance of avoiding it, as much as I would have liked to.

I spent my younger years being smothered and rubbed and bandaged and mittened and moisturised and bathed and scrubbed and soothed by my parents and have had countless different types of creams and ointments and tablets and whatnot. but now I've just turned 19 and yep. its still here. On one of my many regular hospital trips when i was younger (they've kind of just left me to deal with it now) I was told that 'eczema tends to disappear every 7 years'. So I anticipated my seventh birthday, filled with hope, with some idea that I was going to wake up and have normal skin. In hindsight of course now I realize that that is never going to happen, but as I approached my 14th birthday I couldn't help but hope slightly that it might just disappear overnight. I've now come to realise that nope, I'm pretty much stuck with 'funny' skin for the rest of my life! 

I guess you could say I'm used to having it, and the majority of the time it doesn't really bother me, simply because I don't know any different. I cant remember those 6 weeks I spent my life without eczema, so to me its the norm. But sometimes, as with any medical condition, it just gets me down. Having to constantly worry whether I've remembered to bring my cream with me everywhere I go and have to put it on in front of people (especially new people) I'm just not the greatest fan of having to do that. and then if I forget my cream I have to deal with having uncomfortable dry tight skin which ruins my outing anyway. It also makes me very self conscious  of course with people I know and are comfortable around its not an issue, but when it comes to new people I always feel like they are focusing on 'what's wrong with her skin' rather than me and my personality. I've encountered a fair few nasty people along the way who we'rent the most polite people but it seems as I get older and obviously people mature, its more a case of people wanting to know about it rather than laughing at it. which is a good thing.

Doctors always tell me that I will have 'triggers' things that send my skin crazy. and when I say crazy I mean CRAZY. when I get a flare up it feels like the hardest thing in the world is to not itch and scratch. which makes it worse, and I'm just stuck in this endless cycle of convincing myself it doesn't itch then itching over and over and over. But the thing is, up until now I really had no idea what my 'triggers' were. It just seemed to happen randomly if I got too hot or something. Now I'm starting to realize that stress plays a big role in my flare ups. I've had a difficult time lately (get your violins out!) which I wont go into detail about, but I've also realized my skin has been AWFUL, flaring up every other day. I wont lie, its made me feel disgusting and down and I haven't wanted to go out and enjoy life because I think people will be staring at my skin. don't get me wrong I know life could be a lot worse and I could have a much worse condition, but we all get absorbed into our own problems and sometimes don't appreciate how good we've really got it.

 but boy, is my skin a pain in the bottom!


on that note I think I better go and put some cream on ;) and start revising. oh the joys of examinations.
But if any of you reading this suffer with eczema.....I FEEL YA PAIN BRO.

The Up's and Down's of Uni Life.

So, I've been in Uni now for.....ok hang on I need to go count on my calender app. Dont move!..... 10 WEEKS! It honestly only feels like last week I was packing up my life and trundling along to Cardiff! Over the past 10 weeks, I've come across many good and not necessarily bad, but not so good things about University. (total contradiction there, but go with it)

the good things:

Uni typically brings about a new chapter of life. Although I loved living at home and going to school  and all of that, towards the end of year 13 I kind of started to feel bored with life. That sounds a bit harsh and crappy for me to say, but I just felt ready for something new! I guessed they timed going to Uni perfectly for me. having the chance to get out there and live on my own, with no one to depend on seemed exciting, and it most definitely is. Change is good.
Its odd not having my parents here 24/7 telling me what to do and when to do it. It feels good to have the freedom to say 'you know what? maybe I'll do that later' or 'hmmm tonight I'm going to have chicken for tea' Yes I'm well aware that that sounds silly, but its nice to be in control totally!
Also, living in Student accommodation is such a blast! due to the fact that everyone is around about the same ages, there's always someone about to talk to or have fun with. its just like being on one big holiday and living in a hotel almost.
another big plus side to University is the chance to make new friends. The most obvious being your new flatmates or coursemates! As a flat you sort of become a little family (I know, I need some burger with my cheese!) and like my flat has done, Adopt a few people along the way. Its so easy to get along with everyone here, there's no pathetic bitchyness about, everyone just gets on with it. Which having been friends with my previous group, you'd understand my appreciation for this greatly. Of course. I've not got round to the best part. Living where I live, your literally 15 minutes walk from a club. Which we all put to great use I can tell you now! We had more of a Freshers month rather than week and had the time of our lives. All in all the majority of the time, living here is great.

The Bad Things:
Living in halls can be a bit of a nightmare if like me, you are a light sleeper. I cant blame people for wanting to have fun, I mean it is Uni as everyone says, But sleep is a human necessity without which I turn into the Grinch. and that my friend is not pretty. I get woken most nights by shouting or laughing, and end up lying in bed for hours listening to peoples conversations  So I recommend if you are going to uni, don't forget ear plugs!
Of course the expected pang of homesickness comes about every so often. There are just some moments when you think to yourself 'you know what I just want to be home right now' especially if your feeling ill! we all need our parents sometimes or miss our siblings no matter how much we wouldn't like to admit to it.
cleanliness. this is my biggest pain in the bottom. I didn't ever realize how much I would care about how clean the place is before I came to uni. Living with 3 boys is not the easiest of things. No matter how much you clean, you can pretty much guarantee that within two hours (or a flat party  it will be a mess.


But hey, lets face it, all of the good things definitely outweigh the bad, and I'm having a spiffing time! As much as whine and moan, its one of the best decisions I've ever made :)

The Wonders Of University.

PANIC OVER!....I doubt anyone's been panicking, or even remotely bothered that I haven't posted in months, but hey, I'm back! 

So the reason I haven't posted in so long....well. to be honest I don't really have a reason! Life has just been a little manic! I'll try and update you with what's happened! (for some reason I always find myself writing these late at night, so excuse any errors!)

Since the last post, I enjoyed a loooong summer, that I felt was slowly building up to one day. The 18th of August. Results Day. I know its cliché, but I can honestly say, I have never been so nervous. those 3 little letters on that one A4 piece of paper could potentially change my life oh so drastically. it was a BIG deal. So, off we all trudged back to school to find out how well (hopefully) we did. Once I got my envelope I kind of had a bit of a moment and didn't open it. instead I found myself watching as my best friend opened her own envelope and squealed with joy as she found out her results. She'd done it! I cant really say what made me wait, but after being prompted by the head of sixth form, I did the deed, and opened it. Annnnnd saw those little letters. and stared. and slowly it sunk in. I got into University!  

Well after that summer just flew by, with preparations for uni, slowly and steadily a pile appeared in my room of all the things I would soon be packing up, along with the rest of my room in order to move out. I definitely felt ready to move on from school, but moving from home was a completely different matter. Leaving my parents, who were always there to rely on? sheeeeesh. scary stuff. For some reason, I seemed to be one of the last of my friends to leave for uni, so watching them go one by one was an odd feeling. I didn't really feel like it was going to be my turn next! 

 

Amazingly I'm sat here now, in my uni room. Having been here for 10 or so weeks, I feel settled and happy. I cant really say its what I expected because to be fair, I don't think anyone knows what to expect entirely. My flat mates are brilliant, I think I'm doing pretty well on the cooking front (no food poisoning as of yet!) and cleaning is surprisingly soothing!

I handed in my first assignment a few days ago which felt good, although, me being the worrier that I am, feel like I've done it all wrong! 

That was a rather condensed summary of what's happened in the last three months, but it gives you an idea of how much life has changed! it wasn't until my lecturer questioned us on having a Blog recently and said that it would be a good idea (I was too shy to actually tell him I had one) to start writing one. 

so here I am, back and writing, hopefully more often! I never know how to end these things! I feel like I should be hugging you all and thanking you for actually reading! *cyberhug

Croesyceiliog Leavers Ball...What I Wore.

Hello! just a little tangent, I didn't make this blog to write a new post every day, I made it just to write when I felt like. So if your thinking ive gone a bit MIA, its just that I didn't want to force myself to write something that would be a bit poopy!

so yes, back to what this post is all about. As you may have read in previous posts, I have just left 6th form, and as a tradition, much like many schools we had a leavers ball. I got into the habit of calling it a prom, but after attending, I know why they didn't call it a prom. It was much more sophisticated, and less showy, no big poofy dresses etc.

I bought my dress waaaaaaaaaaaay before the ball, amazingly, a bit of a bargain buy  from Tkmaxx. I loved the colour and fit, but the style was not the best for me, so I asked my wonderful Nan to make a few alterations to make it look nicer. The dress was a very good make, so I was a bit chuffed to find something so nice in Tkmaxx, and it was also on sale, even better! I knew the type of look I wanted to go for, for a long time before the ball (one shoulder, flowery etc) but this dress didn't have flowers along the strap, which is what I wanted. sooooo I  added hair flowers along the strap purchased in Sainsbury's of all places,that were a lighter colour than the dress to make them stand out. Nanny Jenny spent a long time sewing on little beads to give the flower petals a little sprinkle of sparkles. I recycled my Prom shoes, as when I wore them no one saw them, and I thought I may as well use them again!



All in all I can say is that this Ball was a LOT less expensive than my Prom, simply because I was a bit more aware of ways I could recycle and change things to look how I wanted them too.
 (I did have my hair done by my hairdresser simply because I cannot do anything pretty myself!)

A Very Eye Opening Birthday Party.

Hola!
so a few weeks back, one of my closest friends turned 18! yay!

and me and three other chums, along with the birthday girl attended what can only be described as a very childish birthday party. This was definitely not a bad thing, as it made me feel like a little girl again (i dont know about the others but i think they would agree) which, at the age we are all at now, is something were moving away from quicker and quicker, however much we want to stay 'children'
soon enough we will all be off to University or wherever life takes us as we have all left school, and this scares me. So, as you can imagine, we all jumped at the chance to act like 5 years olds and have a jolly good time.

Rhiannon, Me. Maria, and Jessie

Pizza Hut is thee place to be, for a childish party, so, in high spirits, we all piled into one of the cool round booths, decorated with the obligatory balloons, banners, little 18 confetti's and to our amusement, BUBBLES. Now. if you know me, you will know that bubbles excite me. A lot. I just love them, there so pretty! we also each got a little bracelet, with cute little charms on (I believe these are for children, but hey, they still fit us!) we ordered the yummiest pizzas, and got down to business. the colouring booklet. oh yes. clearly the waiter realized our child needs, and arrived carrying tubs of crayons and colouring booklets, which we thoroughly enjoyed!
After demolishing our pizza, the childishness got even more intense, as the waiters brought out a big birthday cake, with sparklers and whatnot, much to the birthday girl's embarrassment. we then dug in to ice cream and sweets until we could not eat one more bite.

BIRTHDAY CAKE!

now here's where this party got very eye opening. After leaving the best birthday party (and a lot of mess for the staff hehe) we hoped into cars and took the birthday girl for her first drink. I guess it was just odd, going from blowing bubbles and colouring in, to sitting, behaving ourselves in a bar, acting like proper adults. It pretty much went from one extreme to the other, and felt very symbolic of what we are experiencing at the moment.

EXAMINATIONS.

*SIGH!* recently, I've been sitting my A Level exams. Now a lot of people think pfffft you have 3 exams, I have 11 GCSE's. Righty ho, but people don't take into consideration how hard they actually are!
I really really don't agree with exams at all. To me, they just pile unnecessary pressure onto teenagers, who, lets face it, aren't always in the brightest of moods anyway. I feel I always under perform due to panic and worry, which makes me worry even more because I don't know if I got the grades I needed. Its a very stressful time.
Some people also find it easier when their exams are further apart, where as it makes the whole experience worst to me, because of the wait. Once I'm actually sat in the hall writing my answers I'm fine, its the build up of anxiety and panic that I really really hate. I'd rather just get them over and done with in a short period of time, rather that have as much as a week between them.
Yet another thing I dislike is the time limit. how, HOW am I supposed to plan and write three good quality essays in two and a half hours. HOW! this just seems impossible to me. It would take me a good 4354654332 hours to do that at home under no pressure and time limit. It's ridiculous!

yellow sticky notes will be the death
of me!

I have resorted to writing lines.
how year 7 esque.

Revision. Revision revision revision. How you labour me. can I just point out, that what....7 years of Exams, I am STILL yet to find my 'Revision technique' you know, that mysterious thing teacher ramble on about and assume that you've 'found'. Errrrrrrrm are you sure that exists? really? because I have tried EVERYTHING. Trust me. And the information still doesn't stick in my head. At all. I'm due to sit my last and final (thank god) Exam in my comp/sixth form. EVER. I have literally spent the day learning and learning and learning and learning and learning. And I cannot remember one little thing. 

so basically....Whoever thought 'HEY lets put every student in the most uncomfortable situation, stretch it out for weeks and then make them cram everything into the space of two hours! that will be so much fun! :)'.....well lets just say I DISLIKE THEM.

Happy Birthday Blog, and Welcome Me!

Hello!

so, I guess I should say 'Happy Birthday' to my Blog, as this is my first ever post! I've been a die hard reader of a few.....ok A LOT of blogs over the past year or so, but for some reason never thought to myself 'Hey! Prehaps I should give this blogging malarky a go!'. that was up until recently, where I got a sudden surge of inspiration to write. I don't know what brought it on, I think prehaps its because my life has become so eventful recently, who knows! but I thought, what better than to make myself a little blog, even if I never get a single follower or reader(i'll just pretend your there), its a place for me to write what I like when I feel like it and sort of vent everything that's going on inside my little head.

I probably should tell you a little bit about myself (if anyone is reading this that is, and if YOU'RE reading this....HELLO! and thanks! don't give up yet, I'm sure I'll write something worth while down there!) My name is Sophie as you've probably read up the top somewhere. I'm 18 years of age, of which I DO NOT feel. in the slightest. Yep. if there was an award for the biggest goofball I would win it, naturally. I'm currently in Sixth form, although I wont be able to say that for long, as my last EVER exam is two days away. and I shall never have to return to that place again thank lordy *sniff sniff!* after this, I would rather like it if I got into University and became an even bigger swot. yay! I don't think its the greatest  idea to tell you all precisely where I reside, but I will tell you I'm from South Wales, Britain. 

I'm not too sure what i'm supposed to be saying next... I've had a bit of a mind blank (don't you hate it when that happens!) although it is 11 o'clock at night, so I shall forgive myself! yes, you read correctly! its 11PM. The reason I'm writing this late is because it has taken me bloody hours to figure out how to even make a blog, let alone what I'm going to write about for my début post! so it is turning into a bit of a fail, with me woffling on about nothing. I do have lots of worth while posts planned all stored in a little draw in that brain of mine, and I hope to get cracking soon. Once my last A level exam (kfjdgdfpih) is over on Wednesday, I will have a rather long summer stretched out ahead of me with PLENTY of exciting stuffness going on! I'm  sure I will have time to write about it. There is no real 'Theme' to this blog. Its basic going to consist of what's on my mind or going on in my life at the time. I'm sorry if you find that sort of thing boring, and feel very free to leave and never come back. GET OUT WHILST YOU CAN! heh. 

I better go and attempt to visit the land of nod now, or I will be a grump in le morn. 

 

thanks for reading! x