Striking a balance

I haven't blogged for a long time (well a long time for me anyway) and I am looking to rectify this immediately. Its fair to say I've had a rather busy couple of weeks and I feel as though I have turned a corner in the uni world. 

The Lists are Back!

I've taken my obsession with lists to a whole new level this week. I have devised a notice board out of a piece of card, marker pens and post it notes. (My real cork notice board is full of photos!) And on this noticeboard is three categories: Shopping list, uni work, and to do list. I love that I have finally organised myself enough to do this- and to actually keep to it (even if it has taken me nearly two months to do so) because it reduces the chances of me getting stressed when I don't really have to.

A Reality Check

Speaking of getting stressed, I feel as though I did this in true diva style on Thursday. I came out of a seminar feeling as though i had the weight of the world on my shoulders. I had forgotten to do the reading for that session (my own fault entirely, I recognise), but on top of that we were assigned a task for our portfolio where we have to write a duolougue, which I have absolutely no experience with whatsoever. This is the one thing I was worried about when I took creative writing as a degree. I am happy and comfortable with prose, and am becoming more acquainted with poetry but I don't have the first clue about mono and duo loges, screenplays and dramatic scenes. I know that this is the whole point of the degree- to gain more experience in the areas that I don't know much about (after all if i already knew it i wouldn't be doing it in university) but the learning process is a long one, and quite frankly daunting. With what felt like a thousand assignments, readings and pieces of writing to do I just wanted to cry when I came out of university on Thursday- and after scoffing some galaxy I did exactly this on the phone to my very patient boyfriend. 

"Lets dust the bullshit off our heels and drink our body weight in vodka"

I'm so lucky that I have a group of friends in Uni that like to drink- a lot!! On thursday, after I had wallowed in self pity for a while I brushed myself off, got ready and drank my body weight in vodka. My friend Hannah was feeling exactly the same as me with the workload for Uni so we were both on the warpath on Thursday night- and we did nothing but laugh all night. It made me realise that you have to take the good with the bad in Uni- that's kind of the point of it! Thank god my friends are bordering alcoholics the same as me. 

Visitors by the coach load

As fabulous as my friends here are, there has been a piece of me missing ever since I parted from all of my old friends in September. I am forever missing every single one of them, but being home for the week and then coming back made me feel ever so slightly lonely. It was fantastic to come back on Monday and have a catch up with everyone, but I couldn't help but feel ever so slightly low. I had had an amazing week with my family, friends (the ones still at home anyway) and my boyfriend and it was so hard to say goodbye to them all over again. However, as I got back into the swing of Uni it became easier (the three nights out in a row have helped a little as well). Besides, I have so many people coming to visit me before I go home for the christmas holidays that time is going to fly by anyway. Sam's coming up for a few days the week after next, then my friend Sian is staying for the weekend, and a week before I go home my mum is coming up to do some christmas shopping. It's nice to have a few things to look forward to- seeing some familiar faces will be exactly what I need!

My Missing Puzzle Piece

As I mentioned, coming home from a week back in Wales was tough, and mostly because it made me miss my boyfriend all over again. It's easier for me when I know when I'm going to see him again, so when I came back to Manchester having had a lovely week with him and not knowing when  I would see him again was especially hard. Needless to say there have been a few tears this week, as I found it hard to readjust to not having him by my side every day. I don't know what it is about Sundays but i aways seem to miss him more- i find myself longing to be lying in my bedroom watching Netflix and eating junk food, or going for a carvery together. Having said that, as a whole it has been considerably easier than I thought it was going to be, in terms of having a long distance relationship whilst I'm in uni. Yes there are days when all I want is a cwtch off him, but our Facetimes and phone calls make it easier-and we never go too long without scheduling a visit to each other. Overall, things are pretty good. Even though he is 200 miles away he can still make me smile every single day and in return I bombard him with late night, incoherent and cringe worthy drunk texts (which he secretly loves).

Until next time, over and out. 

A Revealation

Inspiration, Inspiration, Inspiration

Okay, so it has kind of come to my attention that in my blogs thus far I have not referred to my course an awful lot. This is quite strange,  because I am incredibly passionate about it and what iI have found from it so far. However, I was particularly inspired in todays seminar, so much so that it has urged me to write my second blogpost in 24 hours.
When I came to uni, I knew that I would gradually be learning more and more about writing in different formats- prose, poems, screen play etc. What I didn't anticipate quite as much though is the way in which the lecturers and professors guide you to look at writing from a totally different angle. This is exactly what I experience today. In my seminar the professor made us write a series of statements, each one getting bolder and more ambiguous as we went on- I soon found that I was writing following a theme, and that it was forming into a poem, and a good one at that. When I went back and tweaked it slightly, eliminating unwanted lines and thus more, I was shocked that I had just produced a poem that I ever knew was within my capabilities, without even knowing I was doing so. It totally inspired me, and allowed me to see writing in a different way. Anything at all can be made into a piece of writing, and sometimes it takes someone else's guidance for you to realise this. I came out of the 2 hour seminar feeling uplifted and inspired. It reminded me of why I am here- to bring me one step closer to my goal.
What's more is that I am surrounded by people with the same passions as me, the same interests and its incredible to share that. I'm totally and utterly in love at the moment.

If you opened my fridge, what would you see....
On another note, I m seriously lacking in the domesticated department at the moment. I woke up this morning with the realisation that I actually have very little to eat (unless you count the custard creams in my cupboard.) When I was living at home I took it for granted that there was nearly always pasta, herbs, tomatoes and veg in the cupboards for me to rustle up a quick dinner if needs be. since moving here, though I have realised that I actually have to buy the ingredients in order for me to make the meals.Who knew!!
Whenever I do go food shopping, I like to keep a list with me of the stuff I need. This way I know exactly what I need to buy and I won't spend any unnecessary money on extras (chocolate is the exception to this rule). I also make sure that I shop in cheap supermarkets. Generally speaking the prices in shops around here are quite reasonable, because I'm in such a heavily student populated area. It's also better to make one big meal- chilli, pasta, spaghetti Bolognese, etc, and then freeze it in portion sizes so you can have it for meals throughout the week. It's cheaper than buying ready meals and easier than making a different meal every night. Top tip, right there!

Aint nobody messing with my clique 
I would have thought that spending a weekend at home would qualm the homesickness that I have been feeling. It did in many ways, of course, but I am now missing the people that I didn't get to see when I went home- like my best friend living in London and my friends in Liverpool. I checked out train prices to L'Pool and because I have a railcard (a student essential, trust me) it will only cost me roughly five pound to go and see them. I get pangs every time a kanye west song comes on in a club, or someone says something that I know they would find funny. The friends I have made here are amazing, but none come close to my old mates, I think a night out in Liverpool is needed, and very soon at that.