The Bread Winner

If only CV's were like writing a blog. Employers now a days are just not interested that you managed to have a four way skype conversation with your mates or cook a meal, unload the washing machine and speak to your mum at the same time. I mean, come on, these things obviously demonstrate the desirable key skills needed in the work place. Back me up here!! But no, according to careers advice, its 'just not quite what they're looking for.' So back to the drawing board it is, to find something else to stick in that dreaded document. Apart from finishing reading 'Richard III,' which unfortunately I don't think is CV worthy, I haven't exactly achieved much today that can count towards it. I did on the other hand earn some easy cash through doing a psychological experiment, no fear I can assure you all was legitimate. My task was to answer simple maths questions for about half an hour and yes I use the word 'simple' very loosly for as maths isn't my strong suit, my head was pounding by the time I left. It was worth it though, for with my cash in hand nothing beats the satisfaction of knowing you're the bread winner of the house. Thank you psychology.

Hair Dye and Everything in Between

There comes a time when you just get fed up with the same boring thing, work, clothes and today, for me, it was my hair. When I was young I had my hair cut, against my will may I add, extremely short by this male hairdresser and ever since I have been fending hairdressers off with a barge pole, allowing them to cut the minimalist amount off only on special occasions, or just when my mum literally forced me into the salon for fear birds would nest in my hair. I've always wanted to change my look in someway yet since this freak episode been too scared... until recently. I needed a change, and dying my hair; semi-permanently of course, I'm certainly not going to compromise my ability to walk out of the house, I went ahead with it. No with a head of hair I can be proud of I'm feeling certain I can tackle the next challenge that comes my way. Next book on the reading list is Shakespeare's Richard III, ok so maybe not, but least I have nice hair. xxx

Electric Skies

So after the slip up from the night before, I resolved to have a good day. Off I headed to campus, bright and bushy tailed, how I'm not sure, off to sign up to do volunteering in the local area. All in my quest to be more socially awarh!! I dont know what it is about this quest, but some force is against me, not only did I not have the correct documents to sign up but I won't be able to get them for several weeks!! Never the less only a slight dent. I continued on my resolution and marched straight back home, where I put on about another 5 layers, as I swear it's warmer outside than in my own room, and got straight down to reading Nashe's The Unfortunate Traveller. After spending about three hours pretending to read I felt justfied in my decision to have a break. This break consisted of actually going out to a gig, but I had worked hard, I had 'concentrated' for over three hours to be fair. This gig turned out to be really good fun and I really liked the band called 'Electric Skies' that played there. The only trouble is I spent the whole of today listening to their music instead of doing what I was supposed to be doing. Oh why do I never learn?!

Devil Vs Angel

I completely don’t understand how it manages to do it but somehow this club called Arena in my town continues to draw me away from my work. It's like that cartoon sketch where there’s a miniature version of a devil and angel on your shoulders-just in my case the angel has fallen off and lays concuss on the floor. It niggles away-well I say niggles; it told me once and didn't have to convince me any longer. I had work planned- did it not realise that!!?? Apparently not because off I trekked to the local club as pur u with the housemates. Its not even a great club, mostly because it stinks of sweat and regurgitated alcohol and most of the guys there think a chat up line consists of pointing at you for 5 minutes. To be fair I've seen it work on the majority. I even promised myself I wouldn't go out last night as I had already gone shopping in the day, oh yeh, another slip up but to be frank there was a sale at River Island. Just doing my market research. Ok well not the best of days for my rise to graduate glory, but today’s a new day....hopefully Arena's closed tonight. xxx

The lesson of leaving it late

Despite my resolution to be a super keen student in my yearn to become the ultimate graduate, today I learnt that leaving your essay until the last minute is perhaps not the best thing. Ok so I've leant my first lessson, be punctual! A trait I did not enforce when I was too late to hand in my essay, so back I must trek tomorrow. So apart from filling my entire day with essay writing, I managed to check facebook about a thousand times, another great thing to put on my CV, win the world record for the number of clothes items I could put on, just to feel that little bit less numb from the polar caps that is my student house and find the myspace page for this really cool band-The Good Natured. Overall today=success:) xxx

And so it begins

Everyone who comes to uni has a goal, to achieve something apart from a degree.  Probably for most it’s the first time away from the family nest and we feel  we have achieved a good day’s work if we even manage to dress semi-appropriately for lectures or cook a reasonably edible meal (in the microwave, but still.)  Personally I believe a little fanfare would be a nice touch.

Yet now being in second year I feel managing to go to the local club every night for two weeks isn’t exactly CV material. So it’s this year that I embark on my escapade to become the perfect graduate student, from actually doing some kind of work, committing (yes that dreaded word) to the societies that I randomly joined in a fit of excitement, to trying to be more social awarh (despite not going on that gap yah,) and perhaps casually climbing Kilimanjaro for charity, added in just for good measure.  Although Fresher’s week may have put a very slight dent in my plan, let’s just say I may now be getting a Christmas card or two from the bouncers of an aforementioned club; I’m fully committed and ready to roll. So it’s probably not a great start to mention that while I write I’m engrossed in an episode of ‘The Only Way is Essex’, but I assure you it’s my flatmate who’s to blame. Ok, so tomorrow is the new beginning, let’s just hope the telly is switched off!