Anything that glitters IS Gold!!

I'm going to start with an apology. Sorry I haven't been blogging much I've just been so caught up in work. We have an essay deadline coming up so in a way thats kind of a good thing I haven't had time seeing as I'm actually getting something done. I say this but if you asked me to show you any evidence I literally would not be able to show you a thing. Instead of being able to write the essay I have researched everything but the actual topic...in my mind its going well... I'm trying not to think about it. With Christmas looming its getting harder and harder to concentrate on anything but glittering baubles and George Michael singing "Last Christmas." Last week I spent the whole afternoon at my friends house playing on a Christmas ap on her ipad that consisted of watching a pretend log fire burn with classic xmas tunes singing out. No word of a lie, I spent 3 hours staring in glee. Tonight, after a heavy day of the essay writing, cough cough, me and my housemates set off, fully hatted and gloved in pure winter fashion, to watch the christmas lights being turning on in town. The walk towards the lights consisted of my housemate loudly sushing me and pulling me away from the glittering window displays and trying to calm me down, I was not deterred. People were staring at me, parents were praising their children at how well they were behaved in comparison, a policeman even came up to me thinking I was drunk. I'm jolly around Christmas, thats all, I don't need a reason, it's a jolly time of year. So apart from embarrassing my house mate and missing the official light turning on ceremony, it was a good evening. Do you know why? Because its on the count down to Christmas, I'm almost officially allowed to play Christmas songs and I didn't feel guilty for not doing my essay, because I had a valid reason.

Taking One for the Team

Ok so I'm going to admit to something that I'm not super proud of. It wasn't my finest moment by a long shot but I was doing my duty as a good housemate. I took one for the team, sacrificed my dignity, boosting my brownie points in the house. I can't stall this any longer so here goes.... I stole some toilet rolls from the theatre toilets...(pause).... There I said it, alright? We were running low on toilet rolls and the shops were closed. Me and a mate had gone to the theatre and I saw my opportunity and took it. Go on say it!! I've hit an all time low havent I? Forget about a degree, the BBC are never going to hire me when they find out about this. I might aswell just quit uni straight away, no one will have me when they find out I'm a toilet roll stealer, I'll never be trusted alone in the loos again. Lock up the toilets, she's coming past. I thought I was being civilised, gaining posh points in going to the theatre but no, as always, I somehow managed to lose them, sabatage myself in my quest to become slightly more la-di-da. So there we go, its been decided, I wont be getting my dream career because I stole toilet rolls from the toilets of a theatre. Yes you may say it was trivial and in the scheme of things completely not worth it but I disagree, I may have lost my dignity but least I gained an applause from my housemates as I entered the house holding toilet roll above my head and singing "we will survive."

Superwoman?

Is that a bird, is that a plane, is that superwoman? No its me on a mission!! People were cheering, waving flags, shoating my name because today I could have even beaten Usain Bolt I was that fast. Today was the ultimate day, I was pacing up and down campus so much in super productivity mode my heels were on fire. I'll be suprised if my future employer doesn't just hire me on the spot after the day I had. Got up, raced to campus for the first seminar of the day, then ran to a meeting, rushed back to do some charity work, sprinted to the campus radio to complete my presenter training, ran back to the library dashing up and down the aisle in search of all the books with the name 'rhetoric' in for an essay that not due for ages, because I'm that prepared, before shooting my way to a careers talk. Casual day I think :)

Stalker in the Coffee Shop

I like to think its better than it sounds, but who am I kidding? Yesterday I officailly became that stalker in the coffee shop. I'm not proud of myself but I did have a reason, it was all for the greatness of my career. Not convincing you? I'll start from the beginning. Well, as part of my course I am doing a creative writing module, and me being a little too committed thought I'd march out into town to find some first hand inspiration. I ended up in a coffee shop, awkwardly placed between an odd couple and a group of working students, with my cranberry juice. Yeh, my love of coffee is not going well. So there I was with my juice and my notebook trying to spot a victim to watch and make observations. There, spotted my guy, hunched in the corner, fidgeting and shuffling in his chair. If anyone could see us they would think us crazy, a middle aged man with an earring and a nose piercing churning in his seat and me an awkwardly placed student staring at him from across the room. Great! He turned out to be quite interesting to watch, eek does that make me sound creepy? From spilling coffee down himself to chucking his pencil on the table in frustration I had quite a lot to take notes about. I could have remained dignified and called it a day when he got up and started to pack his things away but for some unknown reason to man I found myself getting up with him and following him out of the coffee shop, ahhhhhhhh, whats wrong with me???? I reassure you I'm completely sane but I did have to physically stop myself from following him any further, wow I think my commitment to the course has gone a little too far. I've now baned myself from coffee shops... and looking at people for more than five seconds. Think I may need help!

Flosso and his Philosophy

Last year there was a program on tv called Flash Forward. Although axed after the first series, not a good look, I learnt a valuable lesson, from a character aptly named Flosso, that has stuck with me since, "all villains smoke, we know this." Well I thought some did but I didn't know that it was a universal fact, thanks for that Flosso. I was obviously behind the times. It moves me on to my main point that all writers drink coffee, right? Each stereotypical character in life has to have one defining feature and for writers it has to be coffee. As such since I absolutly detested coffee I felt I couldn't be seen in the real working world as a true writer. Something had to be done, I felt it was necessary for me to continually drink coffee until I had learnt to stomach it for the good of my future career. I began cautiously with a iced coffee latte. I was unsure of the lingo in starbucks but about 10 minutes and some wierd  looks from the staff later I had my latte. I must admit it wasnt the best experience, but I drank it and I was proud. Next I became a bit too full of myself and thought I could stomach actual coffee, I was wrong and had to add about 3 heaped spoonfuls of hot chocolate in to change the taste. It turned out well and I thought I had pioneered a new drink in the coffee world. I was devastated when I found it was named a mocha. But for now I'm sticking to the mochas. Its not as far as I wanted to get but at least I feel a little bit more like a writer.