A Snippet of Life

We all get caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life from time to time and sometimes we need reminding of the cliche stuff. It often takes something to be nearing the end for us to really appreciate it. I have found myself recently listening to the cliche notion above and acknowledging the truth in it.  I am in my final month of university, one of the biggest and most important chapters of my life which will stay with me forever and I am experiencing a new attitude. Initially I freaked out and panicked (cried a lot) at the thought of it all coming to the end, but then I told myself to get a grip and just appreciate what the time left has to offer. It's all about that positive mental attitude and I'm loving life in this current mindset.  Yesterday I sat eating my breakfast and appreciated it. I walked to my final lectures in the cold lecture hall and loved it. I got too drunk on a Monday night, woke the next day with a stonking headache and laughed it off, conti...

Stressful. Exciting. Half of the time I am living in blissful ignorance, wine in the sun, meeting friends for brunch at 11am and pretending that student life is not almost over. But then I feel guilty. The rest of my time I'm feeling the pressure. Feeling the judgmental eyes of pensioners claiming it wasn't as easy as I have it in their day and laughing when I tell them my travel plans. Maybe I do have it easier, but we all have different stories.  I'm not claiming that student life isn't awesome because it is. And it is an easy life too, to a certain extent; the lengthy holidays, lack of contact hours, cheap drinks - the list goes on. We are all allowed to joke about it, but I do think that sometimes people misunderstand the ease of post graduate life in the job market.  I do live a lovely life at the moment but I also work, constantly think about my future career, still have studies going on and with only a month of Uni left (as I'm constantly reminded) I find m...

  This is the title that I like to give myself - especially after this year's birthday fiasco! Though people claim that the next big birthday after your 21st is the big 3 0, I have changed this tradition and decided that 22 is just as worthy of a prolonged celebration (as is, I am sure, 23 and 24 and so on). Besides, it was my last birthday at uni (cries) so I had to make the most of it and this is how it went.   Approximately 1.5 months before, I pre-warned people of the potential plans ensuring that I'd have at least a few friends company at each event. Then, the week before I accidentally ended up going out every night (obviously tactfully to line my liver but unintentionally otherwise) and got prepped. Then the actual birthday celebrations began - only a week before the big 2 2.   Thursday: My sister and her boyfriend visited wanting typical English pubs and that they got. We went on a bar crawl in York, the home of 'typical English pub pubs', consisting of ...

  How many times do you hear drinkers claim responsibility? The whole "I'll come out but just for one drink" is the biggest lie out there and we all know that two hours later you'll be the only one dancing on the floor because it is a Tuesday night and nobody is in Flares (not talking from personal experience AT all). There's also the "I'm going to be so well-behaved and not make a fool out of myself" which is another total lie. Under the sweet influence of alcohol this never happens. My personal favorite/ one I often use myself is "I'm on the pull tonight, got to look hot" - biggest impossibility ever. My level of sophistication drops dramatically once I have had my usual bottle of wine before leaving the house (oops) so this statement has never yet come true. At least I haven't remained sophisticated past lets say 8pm on average - great track record, I know!   HOWEVER. I have a little story for you all which I am extremely pr...

  This is a continuation of my Yorkshire tour - to Goathland and Grosmont. The deal went that I drove and Mum would fill the car up with petrol (tactical skills on my part) so off we went. With Mum's Sat Nav and BBC Radio 2 accompanying us along the journey (a sacrifice I had to make), we had an easy journey ahead. The country roads were treating us well, not much traffic and beautiful sunshine. All going great until we hit the moors.   I didn't notice that we had entered the North Yorkshire Moors National Park area until a huge blanket of cloud covered the road so that I couldn't see a darn thing, just at the moment that we hit a sharp bend that descended rapidly downhill causing me almost to head straight off road into a pile of grazing sheep (i'm a good driver usually, I promise). It was at this point that I remembered this steep decline from my journey to Whitby last year - it is what I would most definitely class as a mountain. I carefully descended...

  As promised, here is an update on my tour de Yorkshire (just not on a bike) - a slightly less navigational successful week two!   This week our destination was less than half of last weeks so again we sacrificed our Sat Nav for Spotify's top mixing. It'll be sign-posted, they said - it wasn't.    We got off the A64 into Malton and did a little tour around there (not because we were lost, no, we just love looking at cattle markets) and then turned up a road that the sign to Helmsley (our destination) could have been pointing to, we were unsure. At the end of this bending road we came to a crossroads with signs, none of which said Helmsely. At a guess we went straight over, having sat locked in decision for a while (luckily nobody was behind us) and carried on down another extremely bending road and soon realised we had definitely gone wrong (again). Eventually, we were back on track (we think) and keeping our fingers crossed to miraculously...

  As I tend to remind my readers fairly often because it is something which frequently scares the s*** out of me, the end of my life as a student and as I've known it for the last three years is fast approaching and so I am trying my absolute best to make the most of the weeks that I have left. As well as studies, alcohol driven Karaoke/ being a general embarrassment nights and exploring the beautiful city of York, my university experience has so much more to offer due to living in the truly English county that is North Yorkshire. So, with that in mind, and with my trusty Fiesta parked outside each day, I've decided to explore a new part of this huge county each week and I will be keeping you up to date with these explorations during the course of my final semester. We shall begin with successful week one!   The first expedition we decided to take ourselves on was to Ribblehead Viaduct - or as I name it 'That Harry Potter Bridge' - with a few stop offs along t...