So, hello readers- if you're still there.
Summer is here! Finally. It always feels like we spend the whole academic year longing for summer to arrive, and now, here we are.
My last uni exam was on 20th May, and I'm on summer hols until the end of September, which is a ridiculously long time.. what am I meant to do now? It kind of always feels like an anti-climax; you go from being crushed under mountains of work and revision and the stress of exams and then WHAM suddenly you're released back into the world with absolutely no work to do.
I think it's strange how summer is regarded as the best time of year, but for me it's just a limbo, a gap..
I mean sure, there's the weather (ha) and it is really nice going away on holiday and exploring new places and meeting new people and being WARM for a change, but the majority of it is just not very exciting. Apart from the boredom, what I really don't like about summer is not seeing friends every day, like you do at school/college/uni. Everyone seems to go their separate ways until September.. it's peculiar!
So with all this time and not much to fill it with, I decided to make a to-do list (though admittedly, this was mainly because I just like writing lists..) but anyway here are ma optionz:
1. find something to make out of the 1,500+ foil milk bottle tops I collected
2. do some reading in preparation for my 2nd year of uni *whimper*
3. make gothic-y candle holders out of pretty, old wine bottles
4. make fridge magnets out of beer bottle tops (there seems to be a bottle theme here..)
5. SELL THEM ON EBAY
6. learn new songs on my cajon
7. discover new music
8. do other stuff
Haha reading this post back, it seems quite gloomy and not summer-y at all.. sorry about that! Maybe I'll do a happier post about Summer next week.. WHO KNOWS EH
over and out.
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Monday, 24 June 2013
Monday, 14 January 2013
Snow.
Seeing as it's snowing outside right now and everyone has been going bonkers on facebook/twitter over the snow, I thought it would be rather apt to write this blogpost about snow!
What I like about snow is that it makes everyone happy yaaaaaay :-) Sounds lame, but everyone gets excited when it snows. It always seems to be that no matter how much or how little it's snowing, everyone always gets their hopes up that there won't be any school/work/college/uni/other dull commitment the next day!
Obviously, the most pointless thing is snow that doesn't settle. You get wet and cold and there's nothing exciting at the end of it! Truly heartbreaking.
Rain after heavy snow makes me sad too, just think of all the time and effort the precious snow put in to settle and build up, and then the selfish rain comes and mushes it all up! Sad times.
However, when it snows good, it snows goooood.
Everything looks pretty when it's covered in snow, even pylons and terraced houses. The almost-luminous white blanket makes everything look new and clean and friendly. Snow is really weird when you think about it; it sticks to everything and turns it a different colour. It's just a lot of STUFF all over the place.
One of the many perks of snow is that one can wear wellies without looking weird. Wellies are the best and funnest type of shoe. Mine are black and sparkly so they're mega groovy, ohhh yeeeeeah. I would wear my wellies all the time if if were socially acceptable, but it's not. So I don't.
Out of the typical snow activites (snowball fights, making snow angels and tobogganing) I'd say it's between snowball fights and toboganning. Toboganning is really fun down my road at home, as it's really steep so you hurtle down and get a thrill out of the fact you could die if a car comes round the corner and squashes you at the bottom. But then there's always the trudge back up the hill, which aint fun baby. Hence it would appear that snowball fights win! I am actually a very sneaky person, so I like channelling my sneakiness through creeping up on people and chucking snow at them/shoving it down their coat- muahahaha.. Also as a war studies student I feel it is my duty to take the art of snow warfare seriously.
So now as the snow outside is becoming more like sleet, imma go back to watching Miranda on BBC iPlayer.
SEE YA.
What I like about snow is that it makes everyone happy yaaaaaay :-) Sounds lame, but everyone gets excited when it snows. It always seems to be that no matter how much or how little it's snowing, everyone always gets their hopes up that there won't be any school/work/college/uni/other dull commitment the next day!
Obviously, the most pointless thing is snow that doesn't settle. You get wet and cold and there's nothing exciting at the end of it! Truly heartbreaking.
Rain after heavy snow makes me sad too, just think of all the time and effort the precious snow put in to settle and build up, and then the selfish rain comes and mushes it all up! Sad times.
However, when it snows good, it snows goooood.
Everything looks pretty when it's covered in snow, even pylons and terraced houses. The almost-luminous white blanket makes everything look new and clean and friendly. Snow is really weird when you think about it; it sticks to everything and turns it a different colour. It's just a lot of STUFF all over the place.
One of the many perks of snow is that one can wear wellies without looking weird. Wellies are the best and funnest type of shoe. Mine are black and sparkly so they're mega groovy, ohhh yeeeeeah. I would wear my wellies all the time if if were socially acceptable, but it's not. So I don't.
Out of the typical snow activites (snowball fights, making snow angels and tobogganing) I'd say it's between snowball fights and toboganning. Toboganning is really fun down my road at home, as it's really steep so you hurtle down and get a thrill out of the fact you could die if a car comes round the corner and squashes you at the bottom. But then there's always the trudge back up the hill, which aint fun baby. Hence it would appear that snowball fights win! I am actually a very sneaky person, so I like channelling my sneakiness through creeping up on people and chucking snow at them/shoving it down their coat- muahahaha.. Also as a war studies student I feel it is my duty to take the art of snow warfare seriously.
So now as the snow outside is becoming more like sleet, imma go back to watching Miranda on BBC iPlayer.
SEE YA.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Nicknames.
The other day I was thinking about nicknames and the point of them, so I thought I'd try and turn that thought into a relatively interesting blogpost.
I've never really felt that I have a proper nickname (for example, a girl in my old form was called Isabella, but everyone called her Iggy) but I've realised that instead of having one nickname that everyone calls me, I have a ton of nicknames that all sorts of people call me.
Things close family call me: rose, rosebud, chumby, curly top, roza, sausage..
Things friends call me: rose, rosie pose, rosie posie, rosalita, rosie roo, roo, roozly, roozles, rosie roast potatoes, roslyn, roz, annoying cow, roxy, babs..
Quite a range!
If anyone's wondering where "roozly" came from, here's the explanation. Basically my friend used to call me "Roslyn" because she knows I hate that name, and one day we went to laserquest and when the helper/leader person asked what my name was for the scoreboard, my friend told her I was called Roslyn (*shakes fist*). However, the helper/leader person seemed to have great difficulty in understanding how to spell the name "Rosyln" even though we spelt it out clearly to her numerous times, and when she finally said she understood, we got the guns only to realise that my one said "roozly" on it! As 14 year olds we obviously thought this was hilarious, so the name has stuck ever since!
I don't know why, but I really love it when people call me by my name or by a nickname. That probably sounds really self-involved, but I so prefer it when people say "how are you, Rosie?" to just "how are you?" I guess including a name makes things sound more personal. Oh and when people I.. er.. 'have a soft spot for' say my name, I swoon. I swoon big time.
It's strange how just one word labels you and becomes so linked with you. For example, whenever someone mentions a person who has the same name as someone I know well, I always picture this person being discussed as looking like the person I know with the same name. Our name is also probably the word we write most; it is put on work, forms, letters, cards, labels, the internet.. everywhere! If someone recorded how many times I've written or typed "Rosie", it would be gerksquillions.
What I find most interesting about names and nicknames is the fact that although they form our own identity, the vast majority of the time they are given to us by other people. Our parents named us. Our friends give us nicknames. We don't choose what we are called.
And on that potentially philosophical note, I hereby end this blogpost :)
Rosie.
I've never really felt that I have a proper nickname (for example, a girl in my old form was called Isabella, but everyone called her Iggy) but I've realised that instead of having one nickname that everyone calls me, I have a ton of nicknames that all sorts of people call me.
Things close family call me: rose, rosebud, chumby, curly top, roza, sausage..
Things friends call me: rose, rosie pose, rosie posie, rosalita, rosie roo, roo, roozly, roozles, rosie roast potatoes, roslyn, roz, annoying cow, roxy, babs..
Quite a range!
If anyone's wondering where "roozly" came from, here's the explanation. Basically my friend used to call me "Roslyn" because she knows I hate that name, and one day we went to laserquest and when the helper/leader person asked what my name was for the scoreboard, my friend told her I was called Roslyn (*shakes fist*). However, the helper/leader person seemed to have great difficulty in understanding how to spell the name "Rosyln" even though we spelt it out clearly to her numerous times, and when she finally said she understood, we got the guns only to realise that my one said "roozly" on it! As 14 year olds we obviously thought this was hilarious, so the name has stuck ever since!
I don't know why, but I really love it when people call me by my name or by a nickname. That probably sounds really self-involved, but I so prefer it when people say "how are you, Rosie?" to just "how are you?" I guess including a name makes things sound more personal. Oh and when people I.. er.. 'have a soft spot for' say my name, I swoon. I swoon big time.
It's strange how just one word labels you and becomes so linked with you. For example, whenever someone mentions a person who has the same name as someone I know well, I always picture this person being discussed as looking like the person I know with the same name. Our name is also probably the word we write most; it is put on work, forms, letters, cards, labels, the internet.. everywhere! If someone recorded how many times I've written or typed "Rosie", it would be gerksquillions.
What I find most interesting about names and nicknames is the fact that although they form our own identity, the vast majority of the time they are given to us by other people. Our parents named us. Our friends give us nicknames. We don't choose what we are called.
And on that potentially philosophical note, I hereby end this blogpost :)
Rosie.
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