Is this blog gone forever ;(
I’m afraid that this is the end!
I did what I intended to do, posting for over a year and keeping a record of my final year of university. I did consider a third photoproject to track graduate life, but I’m afraid that I really don’t get up to much these days.
Apologies to all of my fans, and thank you for sharing those moments with me.
Well, I had the usual Sunday shift, but it wasn’t as horrifically dead as it usually is! Lots of tasks to get on with throughout the day, and we even hit a target or two!
This was followed by a poker night [and the most delicious homemade brownies EVER] at Adam’s! Infinitely more successful than the one that we had a few weeks back: it lasted for more than twenty minutes, and we played Blackjack and some other things to maintain the momentum.
Unfortunately, we are still yet to master playing with actual money. Baby steps.
Well, I smashed my shift at work, before heading out for a really nice evening!
For those of you who are yet to meet Sarah, all that you need to know is that she’s the best. I’ve never met someone who is more universally adored than she is, and anyone who does know her will confirm that their lives are infinitely better than the people who don’t.
And just look at how many people came to the pub for her birthday! The level of adoration for Sarah was intense, and even when she was away at the bar, all that anyone would talk about was how much they loved her. I knew a maximum of a third of the guests, but it was lovely to talk to all of those people to confirm how loved she is.
Only regret on my part was practically downing a bottle of wine at pre-drinks, under the pretence that we’d be leaving a lot sooner than we actually did.
I’m not even a student anymore, I have nothing to pin my disgrace on.
I don’t recall getting up to much today! Another shift of getting trained up, pottering about the house, and then Stormbreaker was on Film 4 so it was a cracking evening of badassery.
Photographed above is one of my postcards, displaying the lovely Clifton Suspension Bridge at night. One of the university lasses made a status on Facebook, asking if anybody wanted post. I’ve bumped into this girl a grand total of two times so I really had no business responding to her, but I may or may not have a pen pal now! Sweet!
Not much to report on today! Another busy day at work, but infinitely better than those shifts where there isn’t anything to do.
The highlight of today was going old-school and buying a bunch of Penguins to eat with my lunches, and rediscovering the terrible jokes on the back of them.
Q: How do penguins make a decision?
A: They flipper coin.
And that was the reason that I found myself alone on a bench, laughing hysterically.
Being back home is strange. The majority of my lot are on four-year courses, which means that there is only ever a maximum of five people who are around. Events are being created not on the basis of who you would ordinarily invite, but more so on who is left, and so the combination of guests is incredibly weird. But because everyone is so lovely, we all get on just fine.
Today involved late lunch and a DVD round at Emily’s. Home-cooked food, baking, an abundance of wine…it was a really good laugh, and I’m looking forward to more of these gatherings!
My photoproject technically finished about a week ago, but I think that I’ll keep it up until I properly get sick of it.
Back to work, and we’re in full swing! I’m not sure if I mentioned it in an earlier post, but I’ve technically been promoted to a role where I run the place when my manager isn’t around. A minor achievement I know, but given that I’ve only been around for a couple of months and that my probation period hasn’t even ended, I think that I did pretty well! Plus it means that I’m less frustrated because my work is more varied while I’m getting trained up.
Photographed above is my Top Gear calendar. Seeing the photographs is always one of my favourite parts of the month, because I’m never quite sure what on earth is going on.
Ah, home sweet home. Superweek was awesome and really took my mind off of things, but now that I’m back and things have slowed down and I’m left with nothing but my own thoughts, it is a little bit like: “wait…WHAT?”
I know that I joke a lot about the emotional rollercoaster that was 2012, but I’d take five of those years in a row right now, for this year has been awful, just AWFUL. I was on a limp for over a month, I came to terms with the fact that I have been emotionally screwed for at least a year and a half, and let’s face it: I fucked up more spectacularly than ever before. But I’m going to do my best to make the next three months about sarcastically making the best out of a bad situation, and simply getting on with it.
One thing that I can take out of this horrific stretch of time is that I’m a hell of a lot stronger than I would have previously predicted. With the added advantage of having nothing to lose and this new ability to take responsibility for my past, I’m learning to control the bad days. I’ve had far more moments of “This sucks, but what am I going to do about it?” and the determined outlook genuinely has not been bullshit.
It hasn’t been my day, my week, or my month. But I’ll be damned if this isn’t my year.
And back to the UK we go! Today was infinitely more productive: pottering about in Amsterdam, breakfast in a charming little café, and then off to the Anne Frank House before catching our flights.
It was a really, REALLY pleasant day. I wish that I could have stayed for a little longer. Perhaps we could have hired some bikes and just rode around Amsterdam, or visited some other places and I could have taken some more scenic photos.
What a beautiful place! I hope that I get to venture back there at some point in the future.
Well, Saturday was weird. I won’t say much other than the fact that although the three of us have been known to embark on some utterly ridiculous shenanigans, this one was the most mis-calculated BY FAR. It was still a funny day though, and everyone got out in one piece. I really do love adore those guys.
Above are some shots of us from the airport. We spent more time than I’d like to admit messing about in this plane shop and taking pictures that we thought were badass at the time.