…and I miss uni so much! I don’t miss the lectures or the long dull essays but I do miss the people, the silly societies, the events and the fun creative assignments. Of course, there’s still plenty of creative stuff to get on with. Am working on three novels. One is being edited, the other is a fantasy epic whilst the other is a much shorter children’s book that I am writing for my little sister. Hopefully I’ll have it finished before she’s too old for it. I also plan to audition for a Vicar of Dibley play which is exciting but terrifying all at once. It’s been ages since I did any public speaking and even longer since I did any acting. Deep breaths…
Still haven’t found what you would call a proper job. I work part time in a kitchen but have applied for some jobs more suited to me and have an interview next week. Only problem is, it’s in Ipswich. Never even been there before. So here’s hoping I don’t get lost. As for graduate jobs, I’m keeping my eyes open and applying for paid internships. My ideal career would involve a lot of freelancing so am setting up my own projects. The first is a new website where I review books and write articles about writing.
Any exciting news in my life right now…not really, except!!!! I must tell you of this most amazing drink. Get yourself some white hot chocolate, pour in a dash of milk, stir, then add two small spoons of vanilla syrup, stir, hot water, stir (lots of stirring) and you get a heavenly drink resembling hot melted milky bars. Mmmmm!
Why can’t we all just be polite to each other and treat people like actual human beings, regardless of gender? I can’t be the only one who’s fed up of being harassed in the street and being scared to walk alone at night. It’s summer now and I find myself hesitating whether or not to wear dresses and shorts just because I’m sick of guys whistling at me and pestering me. I feel this need to cover up, even when it’s sweltering hot. Not that it seems to make a difference what I wear. And for those who say this sort of attention should be taken as a compliment – IT’S NOT. It’s just creepy. I am able to tell the difference between someone who’s paying me a sincere compliment and someone who’s just sees women as objects. Street harassment happens way too often and happens to too many people. It might not seem like a big deal but it sure is bloody annoying. In this past week, I have had three different guys pester me in some way. Just a stupid comment here and a wolf whistle there. Even when I’m just being my normal scruffy awkward self! Don’t get me wrong. On the whole, the men in my life are caring and intelligent. There are just a few guys out there who need to change their attitudes. I thought I would share this video because this girl can explain things so much better than me.
This is just a quick and random blog update because I hate leaving it blank for so long. First, my new favourite joke…
The present, past and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
Teehee…yeah, well I thought it was funny, but then again, I find almost anything funny.
It’s been such a productive day. Been a bit quiet with only the dogs to keep me company, but I’ve done lots of work on my assignments, a little housework, more guitar practice, job hunting and have rekindled my love of Selandris (current novel). Did have a bit of a mad moment when I started randomly singing Disney songs but I’ve stopped now which is something I’m sure the neighbours will be happy about. Anyway, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about any of this.
So…how’s life? That’s kind of my catchphrase these days. As is the phrase “diddleydum” for some reason, hence the title of this post. So what is new in the life of Amy? Not much. In one week, I’m back to the mysterious land of Ormskirk. Only for about another week and then it’s all over. Just need to hand in my assignments. Not even sure if I even have any classes. Hmm, we’ll see.
Then, graduation! Argh. I get the feeling that it’s going to be really boring but I feel like I have to go because it’s the only chance I’ll get (most likely). Then again, I’d much rather save the hassle of going all the way to Liverpool again and just have a ‘wild’ party at home. Hmm, sounds like a good idea actually. I may have to think about that. I’m not one for posh ceremonies anyway and it takes flipping ages to get to Ormskirk and anyone who knows me knows how impatient I get and how much I hate long car rides. They make me want to gnaw my hands off. Okay, so I exaggerate…
That’s it from me…although I do have another joke…hehehe…but you’ll have to scroll down to see it.
Yep, still working on that script assignment and even though am handing it early, will still put it off a bit longer by writing pointless blog entry. Hello.
First thing I need to say is…WOOP! I go home for the Easter hols in a couple of days *insert little happy dance here*. Looking forward to seeing everyone again and can’t wait to take my little sister to see the Muppets and do an Easter Egg hunt for her. Also going to try and sort out this really cool volunteering opportunity so I’d better brush up on my interview skills. Seriously, I am awful and still cringe when I remember the following conversation that actually happened during an interview…Interviewer: “So, how did you get to where you are today?” Me: “I walked.” Well, it was true. I did walk. But somehow, I don’t think that was the answer they were looking for.
But anyway, university is coming to an end now. It’s going to be sad to say goodbye. Edge Hill’s become like a second home to me and I’ve grown up loads these past three years (at least I like to think I have). Sorry, I’m having flashbacks and am starting to think that maybe university has actually made me more childish. Okay, let me rephrase. I’ve gained lots of confidence in the past three years and this confidence has given me the illusion of having grown up when in fact I’m just as childish as I’ve always been.
Still no idea what I want to do with my life but I’m cool with that now. I watched Benjamin Button the other day (cried like a baby as always) and there are some really good messages. One of which was that there are no rules to life. So maybe it’s okay not to know what you want to do. As long as you’re happy. And I’m very happy. See =😀
Things are starting to get weird. I haven’t updated this blog for a while but now, I need to take a break from my screenplay for just a second and this is a good distraction. I’ve just introduced a new character. A pigeon, who’s sort of a spy pigeon (if they exist) who goes by the name of Feathers and enjoys watching cartoons. Seriously, when I started writing this, it was just a plain sci-fi drama but it seems I can’t write anything serious anymore. I then accidentally made myself laugh: “Protesters were apprehended this morning outside of the Houses of Parliament. It is said that they were arguing against the reinstatement of the death penalty. They have been executed.” Not sure if this is even funny but for some reason it amused me. Maybe I just have a dark sense of humour? Bugger! This is not meant to be funny. It’s about debating issues to do with human rights. Well, in part. Mainly it’s about how cool it would be to have technology that enables people to watch, record and influence dreams. Cool, but creepy. I’ve been keeping a dream journal too. Why you may ask? Oh, I don’t know. For fun? Anyway, if anyone were to watch my dreams, they’d probably think I was mad. Just the other night, I dreamt I was a tiny little fairy with sparkly wings. A few nights before that I was a super villain flying above the sea and then another night, I mysteriously transformed into a baked bean. Actually, last night was kind of creepy. I was on some sort of big adventure when suddenly I was being stalked by this thing called ‘the breath’ which was basically just this sinister breath on the air that followed me wherever I went and made me really ill and evil. Spooooky. Aren’t dreams fun? That’s all from me for now. Back to the screenplay…let’s see where it goes.
the moon fades
and she plays again
when summer shone
she stopped breathing
never to come back again
slipping away to say hello
to those we loved
and lost again
were this a dream
the oceans would freeze
and nobody would cry again
as she would just be sleeping like
today was yesterday again.
As it had been ages since I put up any work, this is a poem that doesn’t fit in with the rest of my portfolio. I hope you like it. Feel free to offer any criticism. It’s always useful. Thank you for reading.🙂