Saturday, 16 August 2014

On doing what you want

At the ripe old age of 22, I am still figuring out what I actually want to do with my life. And so far, I don't really have much to go on.

I finished school at 18 with some pretty good grades and I went to my first choice of university (albeit Bath Spa) in a city where I knew no one, and where I had never even been before. My parents had to go back to work (abroad) before I started at university, and I still remember the day when my auntie dropped me off with all my stuff, and I was literally begging her, in the hallway, not to leave me. Being an incredibly sensible and down to earth person, she told me I would be fine and left. I went upstairs to my room and cried for about an hour, then decided that crying was stupid and that I should start unpacking. Halfway through, someone knocked at my door and I thought I was going to do a poo in my pants. At the door was a guy who introduced himself as Owen, who asked if I wanted to come down to the kitchen, so I did. And my goodness I'm glad I did go down and meet everyone, because I don't think it would have been quite the same if I'd just stayed in my room. I put myself out there. Kind of. Owen also became the friend I did everything with. Virtually all my stories from my first year of uni involve him, including getting kicked out of a club for looking like I was on drugs (I wasn't, by the way, I was just really happy), running around campus acting like sheep and going on a late night/early morning hunt for chocolate from the vending machines.

But yes, first year was amazing: I had a great time and made some lovely friends, and of course met Dave. It was all good. Second year rolled around and things went a little downhill - friends, work, uni - all a bit pants really. I had started working for a cookery school at the end of my first year, and then found a second job during the summer between first and second year at Boots. By the time October came, I was working 2 jobs, I was doing regular uni stuff and my boyfriend worked full time (I also worked Sundays so we only ever had Saturday together). My time was pretty precious, so I quit the job at the cookery school. I was reluctant to do this as it was a great experience: I met some famous chefs and got to learn all about bread from Richard Bertinet himself (also got shown how to wash up by him but that is a less glamorous memory). The pay, however, was rubbish, and I mostly worked for 11-13 hours at a time without a break. I vividly remember my first day at Boots: I worked from 6am at the cookery school, finishing at 2 or something, then I biked it down to Boots for 2:30 and finished at 10pm.

During my second year I was living with three other friends who I'd lived with during my first year in a house that someone had decorated quite...imaginatively. Basically, we had an orange living room, green and blue stairs, a lilac bathroom and I had a fairly bright blue bedroom. We also had a crazy neighbour who insisted we were as bad as her previous student neighbours (think loud parties - the worst we did was run up and down the stairs). One of my main regrets was that I didn't spend enough time with the people I lived with: I found it too difficult to give everything to everyone and things just started slipping. While working at Boots I met some brilliant people, and we went on a few nights out, most of which are now a blur. One memory I still have is my friend Paddy drawing cats on frosted up cars on the longest journey home in the world.

I moved out of the rainbow house at the end of my second year and moved in with Dave. This is an example of just doing what you want. I wanted to, he wanted to (with just a teeeeensy bit of convincing), so we did. The end. We moved into a weird house/flat thing opposite somewhere which may or may not have been a brothel (lots of people going in and out at all hours of the day) and above a warehouse. On Wednesdays, the delivery came, and we were woken by a foul mouthed, racist man, cursing like it was going out of fashion. My friend Lee insisted that our house was like a caravan, and it kind of was, but I loved it. We stayed there for 2 years with our hamster, Nigel, who sadly died recently from suspected skin cancer.

At the end of my third year, I managed to get myself a 2:1 and I was pretty proud of myself as I sweated like a beast at Bath Abbey during my graduation. I was quite chuffed with my 2:1, because it meant I got £4000 funding for my PGCE! At this point I had it very clear in my mind that I wanted to be a teacher. In fact, up until about February 2014, halfway through the most gruelling year of my life, I wanted to be a teacher. Then application time rolled around and I just didn't feel ready. Don't worry, I finished the course and I have my qualification etc etc.

Yes, I wanted to teach children and have a rewarding job and enjoy the challenges of every day being different. I wanted to listen to children and make a difference to their lives and be that one teacher that they remembered singing 'We went to the animal fair..' (we sang it every single day). But I didn't want to assess them, cause them to panic, or attempt to explain, for the hundredth time, how to add two numbers together when I knew that they just weren't ready. I didn't want to make them read nonsense words just so that they could pass their phonics test, and I didn't want to battle with the noise when getting them to line up. Maybe I will want to, after I've had a break, but right now, it's just not for me.

So I've just got the job working for Max Factor, and I'm super excited to do something completely different (see the theme here? I like to try new things). No, it's not related to my degree, it's not with children, and yes, it's pretty low paid, but I am only 22. I still have time to do these things. I haven't travelled, and I've never not known what I want to do. So please, if you have gotten to the end of this incredibly long rant, just do what you want to do. Not what you think you should do, or what other people say you should do, do what you want to do. They don't have to face the consequences of your decisions. You do. Apologies for this essay, but please keep this in mind, whether you are unsure of what your future holds or whether you want to give advice to someone. Just make sure that what you do makes you happy, and if it doesn't, do something about it! With love xxx

Monday, 11 August 2014

Wednesday!

So...I'm super excited. I just got the call I've been waiting for, for two weeks, asking me to come into the store for approval. This means that if they like me and think I fit in well with their store, I've got the job! As soon as I got off the phone I started thinking about what my make up would be and my nails etc etc. I'll post pictures of what I decide on tomorrow when I do my trial face. Not sure on foundation as my current Bourjois Healthy Mix serum does get very dewy, but it does make my skin look flawless and yet still natural.

It annoys me that I think about all of this when I know that a man's response to such a call would be 'oh, I suppose I should shave'.

But yes, tomorrow will be my prep day, so I'll do photos of my outfit, shoes, accessories, hair, make up and nails and spread these throughout the week. Time to finally do some washing up.

Friday, 8 August 2014

Blogger's block (and piggies!)

Ah I'm sorry...I've been absent and my absence has been worsened by the fact that my last post was about how I got guinea pigs. To be completely honest, my creative juices just haven't been flowing, and every time I've tried to write, I've found it really difficult to make things sound half decent.

Here's a small update though:

We got guinea pigs and I know I've already written about them briefly, but these little bundles of joy are fulfilling my needs in terms of cuteness and cuddling. They poop an awful lot though. I also got peed on yesterday. Ah, the joys of motherhood! I still need to source/build a run for them so that they can mow our lawn, but I have no power tools and only one previous experience of building a wooden frame (A Level art project - I made a giant period).

I'm still waiting on that call for my store approval. I think the lady meant to be calling gets back from her holiday next week, but for now I'm keeping my phone close and answering every call in the world, including those that insist I'm owed compensation.

I've got inflamed gums around one of my canine teeth. It hurts. Wah.

I ate two bags of Crunchy Nut granola in three days. Don't judge before you have tried this stuff. It is phenomenally tasty. It's like Country Crisp but with chocolate and hazelnuts. I had such good intentions when I bought it as well - I measured out 45g (recommended serving), but this was just toooooo tiny. I also snacked on it during the day and had it for lunch the same day I had it for breakfast and picked at it as a mid-morning snack. Only try it if you have buckets of self restraint.

I have some flies kind of growing in a pot in my garden, where my dead hamster, Nigel, is buried. It's disgusting and I don't know what to do. There are so many flies and I don't want to pick up the pot because it's covered in them and I'm stuck. Considering putting it in a bag in a bag in a bag in a bag and putting it in another bag and then into the dustbin. But bleugh, flies. And poor, poor Nigel.

To those lovely people who have followed me on Bloglovin, thank you. I like you. For those people who are reading but not following, thank you. I like you also. For those who are reading then sharing it with a friend, thank you. love you. Oh boy did I have fun with fonts there.

To make up for the lack of posts, I'll chuck in a few pictures of the little piggies. The black and white one is Tyrone and the tortoiseshell one is Solomon. Enjoy.













Wednesday, 6 August 2014

So...today...

Yeah so today has been a little different, which is why there will be no regular blog post. Instead, however, I write to inform you of 2 new additions to our little family: two gorgeous little boy guinea pigs called Solomon and Tyrone (off of Snatch? Comment if you know who I'm talking about) who will be my world for a while. They are very very cute and they are a bit scared right now so they run away from me a lot and kind of just sit there in shock, but once they settle in they should man up a bit. They seem to like cuddles so far, but they haven't touched the pepper or strawberry I gave them. Apologies for not being consistent but they are just too cute to think about anything else!

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Mini haul and a mistake

I really held back today and only made one foolish purchase (it's usually many more).

NYC Nail polish in Raindrop and Greenwich Village
I have always been impressed by this formula. They were also super cheap, costing just £2.49 for both. I've been looking for a light blue like this and I think I was having a pink day. I've already tested them out and they are going to be staples for the rest of the summer. 




Rimmel Exaggerate Eyeliner
I said I would get this didn't I? Since buying it I have used it twice and I'm really happy with it. I love how I can use it for a thin line against the lashes as well as a thicker cat eye. Loving this and hoping it will last longer than the silly pens I've been trying out. 


Blake Jeans from Dorothy Perkins
Excuse the dodgy photos in my mirror but these jeans are amazing. They are super stretchy and fit like a glove. They are like jeans that you've worn in for years, except that I only just got them. They were also a steal at only £9. And they are their 'short' version. Yay!



Rimmel Lasting Perfection Lipstick in
So this was the mistake. There I was, looking for a nice, wearable lipstick, and I decided to buy this excessively bright and difficult to wear hot pink. I mean, it's pretty, but when am I going to wear it? So annoyed at myself!


Wilko Stippling Brush
Not much to say about these except for that they are super cheap, nice and soft and wash well. 


Wilko Eye Blending Brush

Monday, 4 August 2014

Our epic BBQ








We were ridiculously full after this BBQ, and for good reason because we ate like piggies. We found this recipe for halloumi and vegetable kebabs, and they were the most phenomenal bbq item I have ever tasted. It brought back memories of bbqs with my Dad: he used to do halloumi and I loved its salty taste and rubbery texture. We also did some simple lamb cutlets that we found cheap in Sainsbury's and Waitrose, and they were amazing just with a bit of salt and pepper on, then we finished it off with some sweetcorn. Dave also had one and a half sausages, I had less than a half because it was completely unnecessary. 

We've got another bbq planned for this week and I'm thoroughly looking forward to that. I think we're going to do some pork instead of lamb this time, and we're going to lose the sweetcorn because we were both having food babies by the end. 

Sorry if I made you hungry!