Life Experience, Photography, Travel

Reykjavik 2015

I’ve written about our experiences in Iceland with some photos. Genuinely one of the best times I’ve ever had and it’s such a beautiful country. I would go back in a heartbeat.


Entertainment, Life Experience, University


Today – regardless of the fact that it’s now tomorrow at about 1 in the morning – has been one of the most interesting days of my life. I’ll enlighten you; today I discovered some of my mum’s home made flapjack in our kitchen cupboards. I have some recollection of her actually making this for me and, yes, I’m pretty sure that it’s mine, but in all honesty, you should have witnessed the glee on my face and therefore my housemates’ glee. Immense, I tell you! I had previously thought that I didn’t have any kind of sweet snacks stashed away and it just so happened that I was looking for a tub for some pasta for my lunch tomorrow – which I decided against in all the excitement – and there it was: a Celebrations tub with something in it. I was ecstatic, as I’m sure you can imagine.

However, this is not all that was discovered in our beautifully disgusting kitchen this evening, oh no. My lovely housemate, Tom, decided that it was a good idea to throw my slipper up on top of the cupboards and he did. But when it landed, to our horror, it disappeared behind the cupboard and made a rattling noise. Now this, as I’m sure you’re thinking right now, was terrifying. Being the brave soul that I am, I stood on a chair and reached to get the slipper, which I did, and I also found a disgusting and manky Costcutter bag with something in it. Just picture the fear on our faces as we discovered this awful specimen of student life from previous years…okay I’ll cut the crap (thank God, she says) No, I can’t really spruce up the events of today so much that you’ll think that they’re absolutely wonderful and joyful and simply amazing. But, the message I’m trying to get across tonight is that me and my housemates had a laugh, this time not at each other. It amazes me that (now bear with me as I go all sentimental on you) I’ve known these people for, what? Five weeks? And I love them all so much already. Every day is something different when we get to hang out; the conversations that we have vary each day and we learn something new about each other constantly.

Now I can see that this post has taken a turn for the…shall we say, boring? Yes. But I need an outlet and you, WordPress, you, minimal, yet awesome readers are it. So suck it up and listen to me when I say that I have the best house anyone in uni could ask for. Period.

-Oh my God, did I just say period? FML.-


Life Experience, University

University Life Thus Far…

Prepare yourselves for a lengthy, yet clearly interesting, ramble. As you know, I’ve recently started university and it’s safe to say that on the very first day here, I was absolutely bricking it. I don’t think that I’ve ever been so scared of anything in my whole life, regardless of the many trips to different countries, particularly the one on my own. This experience, I knew, was going to change my life incompletely and irreversibly. However, before I continue about how terrifying the whole experience was on that first day, I’ll enlighten you to the fact that I’m now completely and utterly settled in, I couldn’t be having a better time to be honest – well maybe if we were able to party every night and day without the problem of becoming overtired or needing to feed ourselves, but that’s irrelevant.

Anyhow, the first day did not, I will admit, go smoothly. I think I was shaking the whole time and I just felt like I wanted to throw up. That is until I actually arrived at the house and started unpacking stuff. Okay, that’s a lie, I was still scared, but I felt much better after I’d met people that I’d actually been speaking to online who I was waiting to come live with. I’d met all of them on Facebook bar one, but he’s lovely anyway, so I was pretty relieved to be honest. You must know that I love my house-mates, as you’ve probably established from the wondrous video of drunken antics posted earlier this week. Not that we’re getting too drunk. Oh come on, what am I saying? Of course, we’re Freshers and it’s Freshers’ Week, so of course we’re getting a little bit more tipsy than we should be doing. Not to sound like a bad influence or anything, but a particular house-mate and myself are extreme lightweights, so not only is it relatively cheap for us to get drunk, it also seems to be a hilarious experience for the rest of the house, and therefore Limes Court (our accommodation name – isn’t it precious?).

So, aside from the fact that we’re been drinking plenty of pop, we’ve also been attending actual lectures and workshops, which, I am told, is the idea of going to university in the first place and, I must say, it’s all been wonderfully interesting and delightful to learn and to have to work again. No, I’m joking, in all seriousness, my course is genuinely very interesting…which is perhaps the reason that I chose it…and I’m really excited to get it under way and to start on some actual TV and film projects. In case you are unaware, which I’m positive that you’re not, my course is Film and Television Production (BA Hons) at York St John University. (It’s now that I’ve realised it might have been a good idea to kick off this post with that fascinating piece of information, but no matter.)

I’m sure some of you lovely people will have either been to university/started university or may be thinking of going there in the future and even though it’s been barely more than I week, I gotta say that this has been one of the best decisions of my life. Sure, I know I’ve had amazing experiences over the years, particularly this year with all the travelling, but this is something far, far different. It’s difficult to describe neatly how I actually feel about university so I’ll just leave you with these four words: Live for the moment.