Well... that went well.

So that last post was a lie... ooops. Nonetheless, it's exam/essay season and I will do anything to procrastinate so here I am, crawling back. I figured that this is the place I used to come to be whiney so I might as well do that again for a little bit because right now I feel like I'm wasting my life, y'know, the usual stuff. I really regret not doing a more vocational degree, one where you actually learn skills rather than just learning for the sake of learning. I'm not sure how much of this literary and cinema criticism will help me later in life, it just seems like learning for the sake of learning. This time next year, I'll be just about finishing off my final essays and wanting to cry and deteriorating into nothingness and I get scared just thinking about it. Princeton from Avenue Q said it best: 'what do you do with a BA in English? Also film... I guess even the puppet had better life prospects than me. I've always said I wanted to write (although I hate actually declaring that on the Internet because I don't want to be included in that group of fourteen year olds who use the xD emoticon and talk using .gifs) and even though the medium of what I want to write has changed over the years, I still really like the idea of doing that. Although I can't tell if that's just because it's the only thing I'm actually good at or if I genuinely enjoy it enough to devote my entire life to it. Part of me wants to run away and work in a Coyote Ugly-esque bar, part of me wants to work my way up a magazine starting from intern to fashion editor and part of me just wants to marry rich and surround myself with an army of pugs and cats. Whichever of those I decide to do, I should probably start this essay on South Park first.

You drive us wild, we'll drive you craaaazy.

Oh, fuck. Look, I'm gonna be totally honest with you. I forgot about this blog. Last night, at 4am when I was just drifting off to sleep, I suddenly remembered about it. I then spent the next half an hour obsessively googling until I remembered the URL and then another half hour reading the nearly two years worth of posts I had on it. I came to the conclusions that 1) I was ridiculously whiney and annoying and just sdadjkdjskd and 2) my Internet life was significantly more social back in the day. I posted a lot about wanting a cat so I guess I should clarify that I got one of those and he's the best. I also seemed to be waging a war with myself on whether I should do an English degree or not and two years later I can safely say that I made the wrong choice. The plan is to hopefully come back to this blog, I'd like to say I've managed to stick with one of the many social networks I started in 2008 since my illicit affair with YouTube was clearly not meant to be. Nonetheless, I think we have a good thing going here, Blogger. I mean, if you can put up with self indulgent fashion posts that is. Other than rekindling our long lost love, this year I would very much like to achieve:

1) A 2:1 in my second year of uni.
2) Stop being blonde because four years is really enough but I'm just too scared
3) Give metaphorical CPR to my wreck of a social life.
aaaaand
4) Stab Topshop and its evil brain controlling ways in its evil brain controlling head.

I hope this was a decent enough comeback post and that I don't forget about you again within the next two weeks. I start university again on Monday so hopefully my WOO OH YEAH I'M GONNA BE SO GOOD THIS SEMESTER WOOOOO attitude will continue over to le old blog if I convince myself that it is 'networking'. Yeah. Let's see how this goes, shall we?

There's no place like London

On Friday I was awoken at 6:30AM by Calum calling me to tell me he was bored. I hate Calum. However, after about thirty seconds I realised that it was Summer in the City and I had a gathering to get to and a train to catch. After some rushing and some panicking over nearly missing my bus, I made it on the train to Sheffield to meet Conor and Johnny. I'll spare you all the boring details about Conor's train getting cancelled and me spending an hour in a strange city watching homeless people steal newspapers. Next on my itenerary was spending the good part of an hour not moving in a traffic jam near Derby and getting lost just before entering central London.

After succesfully delivering Conor to his desired location I met up with Sarah, Beckie and Laura to have fun times in London which involved McDonalds and a sudden rainstorm-- so not really fun times at all. I don't remember much else about Friday other than making friends with some people due to a debate about Digimon and getting pushed into a wall by a zombie and bleeding. A lot.

I then had a night with nearly no sleep at all because of the constant tintinnabulation* I was forced to experience. I spent the next day getting unknowingly sunburned in Hyde Park and approaching random people to say "he'ey". Saturday was the best day mainly because I bought a Miley Cyrus book, saw some puppies and got to keep my vodka at the venue on the night time. The only downside would be the scary walk to the station by myself at eleven thirty-- but after my overdramatic, distressing tweet Orla and Amy called me to make sure that I was still, y'know... breathing?

I had encounters with a lady with no teeth and a drunk man who smiled at me but managed to get to the hostel in one piece thanks to Beckie's determination and running skills. I slept better that night, probably because a few people had said "see you tomorrow" which made me smile as that never happens with internet people. The Sunday consisted of lollipops, homeless people and pigeon feathers-- which make a delightful combination. And then I went home, which I have no desire to write about because I miss London terribly.

*I'm really happy that I got the chance to use tintinnabulation in a real sentence. It means 'the rining of bells' (FYI, my hostel was near St. Paul's Cathedral).

Nightmare

Last night, I had this nightmare where my school, for just one subject, had to move to this building in the bad side of town. The building was next to a sandwhich shop and we became friends with the owner-- who had a great resemblance to Luke from Gilmore Girls. A creepy old man who was really odd, but still nice, lived on the other side of the building. Long story short, some form of zombie virus is formed and the old man gets it, but it's really weird and creates a zombie clone of you too. So you have a zombie clone AND the original with the brain craving-- but he's still humanly smart. Then I'm in a bathroom with my mum and we see three huge spiders so I get rid of them and realise (somehow) that the new influx of giant spiders caused it. Then my mum and I plan to get on a train to, uh, Italy for, wait for it, £15! I go and tell my dad but he has the virus and tries to eat me. I learn that the new spiders were threatened, and they infected people who weren't afraid of them-- like the old guy and my dad, and not my mum. I think I survived because I figured it out... and the fact I woke up, of course.

I'm guessing I had this dream for two reasons:
1) I watched The Happening last night.
2) I also caught a spider before bed.

Awkward

Wow, so... this is awkward. I'm sorry for leaving you, Blogspot. I truly am! It didn't work out with Wordpress. Wanna give it another go? Okay, cool.

My summer is almost over, it wasn’t eventful but in a strange way it was. I haven’t ventured out with my friends an awful lot; but oddly, I’m okay with that. It was a very YouTube orientated summer, which was very different and wonderful. I got out of school early, had Vivien stay with me for like two weeks and we did a variety of different things and I spent some time with Lana which I probably wouldn’t have done if I didn’t have an American to amuse. Vivien was like bait, I suppose. A worm. I used her to hook in my friends to spend time with me. Like skipping school to see the latest Harry Potter film. Or, maybe she’s like a nice shiney piece of tinfoil. Either way, I’m refering to my friend Lana as a bird or a fish.

Other than having an American eat my food and what not, I didn’t do much. I saw some friends, got questioned by the police, found a new love for Lady GaGa and went a variety of nights without sleep. I also saw some sharks, that was pretty cool.

Next week, I will be going to London to spend three days with people I met online. Yeah, I know how to party. I’m looking forward to that a lot. I also passed my AS Levels with good grades, not as good as I would have hoped, but hey, they were good, at least. I’ll have to work a lot harder next year if my dreams of going here or here are to happen. And who knows, maybe I will actually keep up with this blog this year!