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University, the stressful world of the privileged 20 year old.

9 Feb

Real world adult business wise, university isn’t exactly the hardest thing ever. However the large maority of students haven’t been real world adults, myself included. 

So in my glorious middle class white – girl idioisms I’ve started a second blog, so you can all read the nonsense that pours out of my head. I want to focus this blog specifically on the things I write, read, watch and create. So stand by here for more of that but if you’re feeling nosy…

http://themiddleclasswhitegirl.wordpress.com/ 

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And it’s october.

22 Oct

So I dissapeared for a month… oh. It would appear that no matter what freshers ends up being stressful. Oh and GTAV.And Alton Towers.

Things in general.

Getting old and sharing a birthday with google.

26 Sep

ImageExcuse me while I go sick up the old. At quarter to five in the morning on the 27th of September 2013 I will be twenty. It is currently six minutes past midnight on the 27th of September. No longer a teenager. 

Ew. Continue reading

Here I stand

12 Sep

ImageFilm and television studies at Aberystwyth, the best decision I have ever made. Looking back, it’s one of the first decision’s I’ve made that were truly my own. Not that of those around me, mine. 

Yes I liked science. Yes biology would have been more respected academically. Did I want to do that? No.

Yes  I could have been a nurse. Yes it would have gotten me a job more easily. Was that my idea? Certainly not. Mother likes to meddle in her child’s lives. 

Yes my grades influenced my choices. Yes I could have worked harder and done something else. Would I be happy? Not at all.

Yes I could have gone to different uni. Yes even one that is “better” than where I am. Does that make me a fool? Maybe. I’m not sure that’s important though. 

There are so many little things that have lead me here. Begging my second year I see that now. Wanting to impress a guy, wanting to ignore others, most of all wanting to be me. Wanting to create, wanting to question, wanting to live my life. 

So here I stand, looking backward. No regrets. Content. 

To all the kids applying this year, make your decision. Not anyone else’s. 

This for this weeks weekly writing challenge. 

Hitting the wall and getting past it.

12 Sep

ImageThis week I’ve been unusual stressed due to personal issues and it means that I’ve really struggled to get a post out. I managed a little rant about not getting tumblr, despite which I still use it to oggle celebrities and youtubers and the like. I just don’t have it in me, but I guess I have to try. Continue reading

Tumblr, oversimplified.

11 Sep

ImageI really don’t get tumblr. I never know who to follow, what to post what to repost. I just don’t get it. It makes me wonder if I’m old.  Continue reading

WordPress, I owe you one.

3 Sep

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Thank you, all 100 of you… God 100 people care about what I have to say? Really? Holy armadillo batman!

Seriously though, thank you. It means a lot guys and it’s a great milestone to hit.  I’d say more but I’m busy blogging…