Misc.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOLLY

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I want to just say a massive happy 19th birthday to my baby sister, Molly. It’s a ripe old age is nineteen, I remember it fondly – still a teenager but also a fully-fledged adult. This, however, is dedicated to my sister instead of something metaphoric about age and growing old. We’ve grown up together and it’s always been great. Obviously, there’s ups and downs, trials and tribulations but I think overall we are the best two sisters I’ve ever seen. We’re basically twins – just got that sort of connection, y’know? We like similar things (except superheroes, you can keep those, Molly) and we have the exact same sense of humour (except maybe YouTube peeps, I can never get my head around those vloggers, sorry dude).

I’ve always heard since I was younger that we are two of the most well brought up young people they’ve ever seen – why thank you, Mum and Dad – and I kind of agree. I love home. I’m staying at home tonight and I can’t wait.

So here’s to Molly, the best sister anyone could ever have and I’ll see you tonight with a bag full of presents, no less.

Some photos for your enjoyment…

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Life Experience, Misc., World

Christmas Inspiration

I’m at a real loss here, but I haven’t posted in a few days and I have to say something. Only what? The majority of my inspiration comes from working in a secondary school and as it’s the holidays, I’m struggling with interesting things to tell!

But anyway, Christmas has come and gone and I think I’ve been on a festive high for the last three days: Christmas round three was today. Three days of massive dinners (courtesy of my lovely mum), family, friends and party games has left me exhausted and wondering what more there is to life. It’s snowed, it’s frozen and it’s tired me out.

Christmas Day was wonderful, we all love it. I received more amazing presents than I expected or can count and it was lovely to see people’s face light up when they opened my gifts. It’s just a happy time of year, isn’t it??

I will say though, before I wrap this up like a Christmas present (hahahaha) I’m not a huge fan of party games….they bore me….and I get sad when I don’t win….and, again, they just bore me. Which is the opposite of what a game does but there you go.

I’m going to bed now. I’m knackered. I’m done, gonna hibernate now until the 5th which is when school starts again….

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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.