So I've been terrible at keeping up with my blogging schedule recently *smacks hand* and I keep apologising but that's because I genuinely feel bad. It feels so weird not blogging, now that I've been doing if for so long! I'm saying this now, and I hope I can keep my word, that I am going to be getting back on track as soon as possible. Things are crazily busy now as I not only have Uni, but now have work to go to as well- ah busy bee!

So anyway, I thought today I'd just chat about what I've been getting up to and how I feel about life and things really- nothing too serious. It's occurred to me recently how precious life is, and how much it means to us. If it meant nothing then we would feel nothing, yet we feel so many different emotions every single day. Life is messy and its tough,but it is also beautiful and fascinating.

It's been lovely to move back down to Portsmouth ( about a month ago), and we've been really lucky as the weather has been brilliant, however I sort of feel not in the mood for summer anymore... do you know what I mean. Of course it isn't summer anymore, it's actually Autumn, but when I moved back down, it was still technically summer, and the sun was glaring down and the sea was sparkling and lush. But now that my summer holidays are over I am looking forward to the colder months, where you can snuggle up and be cosy. I get too hot and bothered if it's hot when I'm not in the mood for it. Not that I have ANY control over this of course!

But, its been nice wandering down to the seafront nevertheless. We even played on the arcades last week, like we did this time last year a lot. Oh the nostalgia! We won these really creepy looking Mario-kart rip off toys. But then again I wasn't expecting much from a 2p machine.

So what have you all been up to recently?

Don't worry I'm still writing!

Speak to you soon loves! X

So the time has come for me to move out of my University Halls of Residence. How time flies!! It seems only yesterday that my parents were dropping me off. We had the whole car stocked so full of boxes and clothes, that we could barely see over them to talk to each other. It makes me think about how far I've come. University was never something I felt destined to do. Some people always knew they wanted to go, but my fate was unplanned as far as I was concerned, so when I finally decided to give University a try, it was a huge deal! But here I am about to finish my first year.

It doesn't feel as though I've been in my little room long enough. Of course I had to spend three weeks out of it when I had to have my carpet re-done as over the Christmas holidays my room flooded due to the bad weather. But it seems strange that after this holiday I won't be returning to my little room and flat. It's funny how quickly we adjust to places. Here I was being thrown into a entirely new place that I knew nothing about, with people who I knew nothing about and who knew nothing about me, and yet it's hard to think of a time that I wasn't here, with them!

With one week left I now have the chore of packing and sorting through everything. Tonight I tackled the task of sorting out the wardrobe. Luckily it was mostly empty bags, which I could just chuck away, so it wasn't as horrendous as I'd imagined. But it's actually quite emotional to see everything that has become my new home, put away into meaningless boxes. The room is feeling much more empty now, and it's odd to think that in a few months time, my room will belong to someone new!

My first year has been a blast. It's had many ups and downs, and involved many wild nights and many nights in eating food that is bad for us. But when I think about it, University was a path. A path that I could either take or walk the other way. Now, I don't know what would have happened if I'd have chosen the other path, but I have a feeling I would have stayed in the same place and never moved on in life. But it's now clear for me to say that I chose the right path. The fog going across that path has now cleared and for once I can actually see where I want to be!

Sometimes it's worth just taking risks and taking chances. They may just be the best things you've ever done!


Apologies for the overly cheesy post! It's sounds as if I belong in a musical....

When looking out of the window this month at University, I've only seen one thing. Rain. Then some more rain. And, wait, yes more rain. Lots of it too. A blog about rain and weather probably does seem a bit cliche, however because the rain is so loud, it's actually hard to think about anything else, and thus my blog post. The clouds in Portsmouth seem to have a split personality. One minute they are a glorious summery blue with the sun beaming in our eyes,and the next moment you're having to change clothes because you've practically had a shower outside due to the rain. One day I want to put shower gel on and run outside and see if I can wash it all off before the rain stops. Okay, so most of us prefer it when it rains extremely hard and storms occur because its much more exciting- why rain at all if half hearted. But why is it these storms and downpours only seem to happen when we need to go somewhere- like lectures! It's no wonder why people feel miserable, it's the weather. It certainly makes me want to curl up in my duvet and pop on the box set of Lord of the Rings, with a cup of tea in one hand and a box of assorted biscuits in the other. Of course we have to praise the rain for its help with crops and such, but seriously rain, perhaps you could back off a little, we've had enough rain. You may as well have just poured the ocean on us.