So my first year as a fully fledged university student is coming to an end and if that’s not a blog worthy subject I don’t know what is! So here I’m going to share my enthralling thoughts on the past 9 months with you...
1. I am extremely clumsy, and I genuinely never knew this. Or at least never admitted it. In retrospect I did once chip my tooth playing blind man’s buff with the siblings and broke my sister’s toe falling off a sofa...but I never took the hint. Thus far this year I have managed to staple my thumb, set fire to the grill and cut myself whilst attempting to catch a knife. I have now fully embraced my clumsiness and carry a first aid kit with me at all times.* I also fell out of a taxi and have scarred my elbow, but that’s less related to being clumsy, don’t drink kids, it’s not big and it’s not clever. But it is fun.
2. Students do not stick to social norms, night time for sleeping? Not necessarily. One night, at about 3am, I’d just got into bed, about to drift off and boom, Lady Gaga kicks off and I start to hear some curious, repetitive bangs. Raunchy flatmate? Hell no. I reluctantly text my flatmate, kindly asking her to turn her music down, only to receive the text back: ‘sorry babe, maybe I should choose a better time to practice my zumba routine.’ Amazing.
3. I CAN COOK. Before I started university, I was terrified of myself, or rather my questionable cooking skills, and this fear was justified. A few months before leaving for university, my mum asked me to brown some mince for some burritos whilst she picked up one of my little brothers, in her absence I BLACKENED the lot, I didn’t know what cooked mince looked like and thus charcoal burritos were had by all. However I have pleasantly surprised myself and become quite the foodie, chorizo anyone?
4. I love twitter. This time last year, not so big on twitter, but now, it is my social networking site of choice. Not only is it the perfect outlet for my girls from home and I to vent stuff that would be controversial on facey b, I also get to tweet about stuff nobody really cares about, guilt free. Let’s face it if I updated my facebook status to: ‘do not appreciate being woken up by my alarm when it interrupts a dream in which I am an honorary weasley’, I’d get slated. But on twitter? Unfollow me if you like suckers! Also I’ve met some lovely people through twitter which is simply delightful (Bournemouth fans, I’m talking about you).
5. I now have a plan B for life. My flatmate Kat (if I continue this blog, you will all read a lot about Kat, she’s priceless) and I plan to open a novelty cake shop if our degrees go belly up.
Exhibit A, a boob cake:
Exhibit B, a tardis cake:
Don’t act like you’re not impressed.
Tune in for part two, whenever I get round to writing it folks!
*No I don't really carry a first aid kit around with me, don't be so literal.
