Archive | March, 2014

Home Away From Home Away From Home.

31 Mar

I’m sat upstairs in the SU and won’t be leaving properly until Thursday evening.

THAT IS MENTAL.

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A Way With Words

30 Mar

If today’s Verbal Reasoning test has gone the way I think it has, that’s the end of my BBC Talent Pool dreams for this year.
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Time Travel and a Request Stop.

29 Mar

So a month from now, I’ll be packing my suitcase all ready to hop on a train (or two, probably two) the next morning and head to one of my favourite places in the world, Machynlleth.

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This Is Progress.

28 Mar

What a long, stressful day this has been.
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Late Night Living.

27 Mar

I’ve been in Uni since about 1pm and won’t be leaving until 3am.

This is exactly what being in the third year does to you, and it’s already caused me to shed a few tears today.
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Concious Uncoupling

26 Mar

…is something that I have no experience of, and I also have nothing to say in terms of yesterday’s celebrity parting of ways.

Think of this as a bit of a Google experiment. I imagine that I could garner myself a few extra hits by borrowing the title for myself, but we’ll see.
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Where There’s A Will.

25 Mar

I have come to the realisation that I have a face that tells people “I am approachable and friendly, please engage me in conversation”.

Maybe it’s not my face.

Maybe it’s a case of not thinking that a short girl in an oversized purple cagoule could be at all threatening.
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On The Up.

24 Mar

Yesterday’s blog made poor Dan cry. Naturally, we laughed in his slightly puffy eyed face, rather than console him, like the lovely, lovely friends we are.
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The Evaluation.

23 Mar

So tonight’s blog is kind of a continuation of last night’s ramblings, with less of a numb hand and more hip hop being blasted out of my laptop.

Feel free to do your own evaluation whilst I’m wanging on about my own life. I find them genuinely useful in order for me to pinpoint what I’m doing right and what I’m doing wrong.

Think of this blog as one of those massive trucks on the motorway with a “How’s My Driving?” sticker slapped on the back with a number for people to call. If you think I’m doing alright, let me know. Likewise, if you know I can do better, let me know.

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How’s My Living?

22 Mar

If you lean on your hand for long enough, it’ll eventually go numb.

If you let your hand go numb and try to type up your blog, it’ll actually feel like someone else is blogging for you.

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