30 September 2014

The energy is not with this one

Is there anything more powerful than Florence & The Machine choruses? Probably not.
It's almost evening now and today I've been recovering from what feels like my sixth worst headache I've ever had. I'm curing it sensibly by blasting Spotify.
Went to my minor talks today as I'm almost certain I want to take those subjects (French, and Gender & Women Studies). Would have done Criminology but it clashes with French D:
ANYWAY G&WS actually looks pretty awesome and interesting so I really want to do it. And it wasn't all girls in the talk which was cool to see. I could actually see, despite my lack of consciousness even after a couple of hours of a nap in the daytime. My French talk was at the delightful time of 9:15 this morning and after getting to sleep at 3am I can officially say that I MADE IT TO THE TALK ERMEGHERD.

6 hours sleep is okay if you've not been doing much all day but 6 hours sleep with lots of alcohol and tiredness in the body ain't the best motivation to get out of bed at 9. Nope. But I made it (despite being a few minutes late and doing a walk of shame to sit down as the doors opened really loud at the back of the lecture theatre).

Tomorrow enrolment for majors happens and a few other talks. Hoping the gorgey weather hasn't gone away for good!

Rhiannon x

29 September 2014

paint party fail

I swear that I have paint stuck in my left ear.
I've also joined the Organ Donor Register - did that when I registered for a new doctor over here.
I have a meeting later on for my department and until then, I was planning to sunbathe but it looks like the sun has gone in, noooOoooOooOOooooOOoooo.

28 September 2014

Down It Fresher

Tonight is the first night on which I'll inevitably hear that phrase. PAINT PARTY, PEOPLE.
I've got around 20 minutes before I need to leave to register so just thought I'd update my blog while listening to a healthy dose of Florence.
I moved into my brand new shiny room with the help of Momma Knowles yesterday and late last night while I couldn't sleep I added some last minute touches (a.k.a even more photos).

terrible quality, soz boz
Everyone here is so nice and I think I'll settle really easily here. Saw the wonderful Ethan this morning for a cheeky Subway which was great! Think I'll venture into the world of cooking something later on before going out and I need to buy some alcohols in preparation so that's my itinerary for then, including grabbing a free milkshake (yes, I know, awesome with a capital AWESOME). Just sorting out my face as I know I have to have my photo taken in a bit, and I love having my photo taken loathe having a camera anywhere near my face when unprepared. So I'm preparing, yus.

Right - think I'll make a sign for my door to ensure people can spell my name (a more common problem than you'd think, mate) and then I'll grab my stuff to register. Fun times! Can't wait for things to begin happening tonight though - I think the biggest night out is tomorrow (Monday) night, which is cleverly placed right before my 09:15 compulsory meeting for French Studies on Tuesday morning. Safe to say I will not be loving life at that moment. Well done me. I'll be downing pints and pints of water to save me from having a sore head (and I'll make sure that it's water I'm downing don't worry).

Hope everyone reading this is having a great freshers/refreshers/time at uni/work!

Ciao for now,

Rhiannon x

26 September 2014

It's Tomorrow.....Dayum

Leaving in approximately 9.5 hours, not that I'm counting or anything. Everything seems to be packed now. I've had to abandon some outfits, my precious lava lamp and some photographs that won't make it onto my uni walls - for reasons. Here are a few I'm NOT taking:

Yeah..... I think they explain themselves.
I can't wait to meet all my flatmates and they will all win bonus friend points if they refrain from stealing my cooking stuff for the whole entirety of the year. *fingers crossed*

Right, I better get to sleep to prepare myself for tomorrow as I need to be on form socially (hmm) and also I want to finish my Audrey book before I leave. Understandably. Sorry this wasn't much of a blog-post - I think this week will be full of daily but short updates as I'll often be busy with Fresher-y things, m'fraid. Keep checking back though, if you're interested. If you're not, I'm not really sure why you're here....nope, can't think why. What I mean is: if not, that's fine, go make that smoothie or do that job you were meant to do three days ago or call up a long-lost relative or adopt a cat, I don't mind. If you are, then THAT'S AWESOME thank you mon amie, tu es geniale (keyboard won't let me do accents :()

i'm not taking these. your panic is over.
lots of loving,
Rhiannon x

25 September 2014

2 Days to Go

Title is explanatory - I have 2 days until I leave for uni. My room is becoming a large pile of bags and boxes but luckily I have so many books and things I can't possibly take them all, so my room will still look moderately homely when I go.

Today I'm going to take down all my posters and blast some tunes to encourage myself to power on with packing. Once I watch a significant amount of last night's Bake Off I'm going!

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15 September 2014

Nearing the End of Home Life

Less than two weeks now until I move out and start university.

And I'm feeling okay about it....though I'm not sure if my stomach is feeling funny due to nerves or that it's recently recovering from an evil tummy bug of doom. I swear I'm becoming elderly prematurely as I'm basically an aching machine at the moment. Maybe it's some sort of twisted Benjamin Button-style scenario. Anyhow, I've got random urges to start packing my things into boxes and get ready even though I could "pack it all up in one night if you wanted to" (said Mama Knowles).

I'm also not quite sure about my title, as I've already done this thing before so am I a refresher? And when everyone else is a refresher next year will I be a rerefresher? Or a refresherfresher?

Found out two themes of my college's nights out in Freshers' week: army and pirate. I have neither an eye-patch nor a pirate hat nor any sort of army printed clothing (for deliberate reasons). Therefore, I think I'll make do with lots of neon face paint and an Amazon eye-patch which I'm trying to track down now. I learned the hard way in Manchester that if you don't have any fancy dress with you when you arrive, you either have to make it out of cardboard (which you most likely don't have as you've just got there) or do a walk of shame to the nearest Fancy Dress Shop and shed out pounds of valuable drinks/club entry/taxi/chips money.

My blogging music of choice this week is Zane Lowe's Monday Night slot on BBC Radio 1. Mixed feelings about it - his 'hottest record in tha woooorld right now' is some weird techno reggae with what sounds like an angry Noo-Noo and a squealing woman from the 90s. I think it's safe to say I'm not its biggest fan. He did however play a beautifully haunting song by a band called Alt-J. I recognised the lead singer's stunning voice instantly and had to stay in my room until I'd heard it all because it truly is ear-soothing. It's called "Warm Foothills" and it goes like this:

If I get to make any music at uni I'd love to go along Alt-J's lines as they're flipping great. And from Leeds...so, Yorkshire. No further explanation needed.

So YES, I only have two more volunteering sessions to go before I leave home and that makes me pretty sad as I've really got to like spending time with everyone there. I remember when I got a big card (which is sitting on my windowsill still) on my birthday this year, signed by everyone, and I ALMOST cried. Almost. And they brought out a tiny cake with a tiny candle and my love of miniature things went into overdrive. I'd only known these people for four months. They celebrate birthdays for everyone, no matter how long you've worked there and I think that is incredibly nice.

Whoever you are, lovely reader, you might already volunteer and that's great! If you don't, I'd really recommend it if you have the time as it's great experience and the people you're helping out really do appreciate it. I work for a plant nursery nearby; picking and pressing flowers, weaving and making greetings cards with workers is my job. I love arts and crafts personally but there are so many different posts out there, and your travel is normally paid for by the establishment. Basically one afternoon of my week = meeting up with amazing people, doing things I love, and laughing a lot. Can't really beat that.

I've had to turn Radio 1 off now (thank god, Zane's beats were making me go a lil' crazy) - laptop needs some energy juice.

Basically to sum up, I'm going to uni very soon, and a lot of people I know are too - either they're returning or starting for the first (okay, maybe even second, very funny, haha) time. You might even be there right now, and if anyone needs any Fresher advice or words of wisdom on pirate costumes let me know. I will undoubtedly be an expert in a fortnight.

Rhiannon x

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05 September 2014

Friday Rant - Some People...

It's Friday now and I've been considering what to write about for approximately seven days. When i reaaally thought hard though, the one thing that stuck in my mind ever since I watched it was this video - find it by clicking on this underlined piece of text here.

A teenage boy not that much younger than me secretly recorded his parents talking about their views on him being homosexual. quite honestly, this is the most shocking thing I've seen in a while. the conversation appears to result in violence (you can't see much) and the things these parents are saying to their child are disgusting. I can't help but feel incredibly sorry for this boy - it's awful. to think that so many people would trust their parents to be the most understanding in this situation and yet his mum and dad are telling him they don't support him and that he has to MOVE OUT. Some flipped out at david cameron when he accidentally left his daughter in a pub but that is nothing compared to deliberately rejecting your child for a choice they haven't made themselves, no matter what the leader of your religion 'tells you'. It is so sad when God's word is used to fight against homosexuality. I'm not religious myself and I have nothing against religions of any kind, but when things like "God does not accept gay people" are enforced it makes me pretty annoyed. No, actually, seriously pissed off - fuming. Do these parents have hearts?! If they grew up and realised they were gay would they throw themselves out of their own houses?! No. They wouldn't. Because the fact is, a few people, not all, in the world use religion to make excuses for their own disagreements. It's like these parents know, somewhere very very deep down, that the words coming out of their ridiculous mouths are bulls**t and incredibly unfair, and that if they claim that they are 'going by the word of god' then they can somehow prove that it's absolutely okay to reject their child. Noone can stop anyone from having thoughts and opinions but on no occasion is this behaviour okay. Gay people are not 'bad people', they do not have 'more sins than others, they do not 'anger God', they do not 'make a choice' (I don't think anyone would choose to have these homophobic imbeciles criticising them). We are all humans, the same more or less, and should be free to love who we want. And I don't know if I'll make it but if gay marriage is legalised everywhere before I die then that would be amazing. End of rant.  

Rhiannon x