These past few days I have been really excited as my boyfriend is finally coming home next week after 6 weeks away. However, today I am far from a happy bunny.
I have had 4, yes 4 hours sleep!
You would imagine being at university my sleep deprivation would be due to all night partying from neighbours or alcohol fuelled nights out but no, my lack of sleep is due to swans!
I would classify myself as a light sleeper, I admit any noise and I am awake, but last night really did take the biscuit.
The Swans decided that from 12am to 3am would be the most convenient time for a mating call. I never realised h0w loud swans could possibly be.
I do not think I have ever felt so tired in my entire life, my 9am lecture on public administration was dire.
So word of warning to anyone who is reading this and is considering living in close proximity to a bloomin' swan...don't!
Unless you want no sleep and have to listen to swans mating it would be a best bet to stay well clear, unless you are a david attenborough wannabe.
Rant over :)
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Valentines Day
Me and my flat mate, Julie, decided to make a pact with regards Valentines day. This consisted of sleeping the whole entire day and just head into town on the night and drink ourselves to a lonely valentines-less state!haha.
But, please don't get the idea that i am a lonely spinster who does not have a boyfriend (unlike Julie haa joking). My boyfriend is just away with work that's all, so it could not be helped. Glad we have cleared that up...
After realising, however, that our fridge and freezer were completely empty we had to trek into town and go food shopping . As soon as we stepped into the centre of Lincoln we are amongst smug loved up couples and arrays of Valentines day memorabilia everywhere. It was awful, not only did we get heart shaped balloons shoved in our faces we also had to witness the fact that there were couples practically dribbling all over it each other...really was not pleasant not one bit! You could practically see the drool collecting on the pavement like a puddle, i kid you not, some people could have mistaken it for rain.
To make matters worse, me and Julie... well mainly Julie... decided to attend the traffic light party at Wetherspoons. I told Julie it would be practically social suicide, but, off we trotted like two lonely nuns that we where, all the way to Lloyds.
Once we got there it was full of lonely people, like ourselves, wearing stickers to identify their status. Red for taken, Amber for "not sure impress me," and green for single. When asked what colour sticker I wanted, obviously red, I was then told I was a bore! A bore! I couldn't believe it not only was I practically forced to attend this sad event but was then insulted by being called boring.. something might I point out I am not.
The night as a whole was not that bad we met up with some uni mates and had a laugh.
As me and Julie walked back to the flat we made a further pact that next years Valentines Day will be better we will make sure of it. And my oh word, it had better be because i am never, for the life of me, having another Valentines Day like this one.
But, please don't get the idea that i am a lonely spinster who does not have a boyfriend (unlike Julie haa joking). My boyfriend is just away with work that's all, so it could not be helped. Glad we have cleared that up...
After realising, however, that our fridge and freezer were completely empty we had to trek into town and go food shopping . As soon as we stepped into the centre of Lincoln we are amongst smug loved up couples and arrays of Valentines day memorabilia everywhere. It was awful, not only did we get heart shaped balloons shoved in our faces we also had to witness the fact that there were couples practically dribbling all over it each other...really was not pleasant not one bit! You could practically see the drool collecting on the pavement like a puddle, i kid you not, some people could have mistaken it for rain.
To make matters worse, me and Julie... well mainly Julie... decided to attend the traffic light party at Wetherspoons. I told Julie it would be practically social suicide, but, off we trotted like two lonely nuns that we where, all the way to Lloyds.
Once we got there it was full of lonely people, like ourselves, wearing stickers to identify their status. Red for taken, Amber for "not sure impress me," and green for single. When asked what colour sticker I wanted, obviously red, I was then told I was a bore! A bore! I couldn't believe it not only was I practically forced to attend this sad event but was then insulted by being called boring.. something might I point out I am not.
The night as a whole was not that bad we met up with some uni mates and had a laugh.
As me and Julie walked back to the flat we made a further pact that next years Valentines Day will be better we will make sure of it. And my oh word, it had better be because i am never, for the life of me, having another Valentines Day like this one.
Saturday, 14 February 2009
I officially hate the gym!
Me and my flat mates decided to embark on a new years resolution of losing any excess "chunk" and just in general eat a lot healthier then we had originally.
So, we have become members of the University gym.... bad idea on our part! Not only do we have to exercise ( I'm saying exercise in the loosest term possible) in the view of a lot of physically fit students, many of which might I add, are on the same course as me. I find this highly embarrassing as there I am, perspiring perhaps half my body weight in sweat (not a pleasant sight i grant you that) and looking like a complete beetroot. To make matters even more embarrassing I usually find the student next to me is running like she is running a marathon and me, after running a mile on the treadmill, is about to collapse with breathing palpations. Who ever said joining the gym is fun was most definetely telling a lie!
So, we have become members of the University gym.... bad idea on our part! Not only do we have to exercise ( I'm saying exercise in the loosest term possible) in the view of a lot of physically fit students, many of which might I add, are on the same course as me. I find this highly embarrassing as there I am, perspiring perhaps half my body weight in sweat (not a pleasant sight i grant you that) and looking like a complete beetroot. To make matters even more embarrassing I usually find the student next to me is running like she is running a marathon and me, after running a mile on the treadmill, is about to collapse with breathing palpations. Who ever said joining the gym is fun was most definetely telling a lie!
The joys of being a student!
I decided to venture out on Wednesday night (student night) as it felt like I had not been socialising for weeks. Obviously, this wasn't the case however, but days of not drinking can feel more like weeks at University.
It was an eventful night in all fairness. However, a certain bar in the city centre decided upon a competition where you put your name on to a list at the chance of winning a one hundred pound bar tab. So I thought "why not I doubt i will win it," how wrong could I have been. I received a voice mail from this certain bar saying " Hi Emma if you had answered your phone you would have won a hundred pound bar tab" if that wasn't bad enough he then finalised by saying "i would be gutted mate,"- gutted! gutted is not the word I would have used at that point in time. To cap it off he called me "mate." I've never even met the guy! A serious pet hate of mine! Bad times! I feel this competition is a total con as they know not many people will answer their phone, as like myself, I never heard it ring seen as though I was in a LOUD club.
It was an eventful night in all fairness. However, a certain bar in the city centre decided upon a competition where you put your name on to a list at the chance of winning a one hundred pound bar tab. So I thought "why not I doubt i will win it," how wrong could I have been. I received a voice mail from this certain bar saying " Hi Emma if you had answered your phone you would have won a hundred pound bar tab" if that wasn't bad enough he then finalised by saying "i would be gutted mate,"- gutted! gutted is not the word I would have used at that point in time. To cap it off he called me "mate." I've never even met the guy! A serious pet hate of mine! Bad times! I feel this competition is a total con as they know not many people will answer their phone, as like myself, I never heard it ring seen as though I was in a LOUD club.
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
My first blog!!!
Hi im a Journalism student at the University of Lincoln and have been given the task of setting up my own blogging site as part of my assessment. In all fairness, I really dont know what to expect from this as I am very new to the "blogging game" as such.
So far, since attending university i have loved every minute, but obviously there have been times when i have found the transistion from home to university life a struggle. In terms of not having quite as much contact with families and friends as I may well have liked but however, as my father states: "thats all part of growing up emma."
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