Thursday 2 July 2015

It's Summer Or Whatever

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So, apparently, Britain is having its hottest heat-wave on record. And I've no idea what that means. What does 'on-record' mean? When did records begin? And, say, if 'records' began in 1924, why can't they just say 'Britain's hottest day since 1924'? People in Australia are looking at us and laughing because we're the nerds that can't handle 31 degree heat. I mean, it's ridiculous that I actually felt like a bad-ass yesterday because I went outside without sun-cream on at 12 o'clock. Since starting college last year, at least 5 different people have asked me if I'm naturally ginger because I'm 'just so pale'. Like yeah, bitch, I'm lacking melanin... and I'm allergic to fake tan so I'm going to be like this for the rest of my life, but don't feel sad for me. I'm capable of living a happy life, I can just buy one of those 'freckle sticks' from Topshop and do a full conversion.


I can honestly say that this is probably the first time I've actually felt excited for summer. Last year I was going through a 'nobody likes me, I have no friends and I'm going to die alone' phase. So I kind-of shot myself in the foot and didn't really make an effort to contact people. But, this year, I'm pretty sure I've met some people who are able to tolerate me for more than an hour at a time. So that's good, I guess.

I'm not even going on holiday this year. My parents are, and they're leaving me with the dog for a week while they hop off to Wales. I say 'leaving', but I refused to go with them. I did point out the fact that they could always choose not to go to the land of coal mines and sheep, (seriously, who calls Wales a holiday? My apologies to anyone from the valleys, but my parents' honeymoon was a camping trip in Wales. With me.) because I'm going to possibly starve without them and burn the house down or poison the dog or something. I'm not, I can actually cook pretty well and I think they know that. I think that's why it was a 5 day holiday, and now it's 8.

I've also been going to a few university open days this last month, and it's safe to say I'm excited, but also pretty damn scared. I also found out that the halls of residence where I might be staying in, is an old mental asylum. I've looked online and there's a tonne of sites and chats warning people away because of ghosts and shit... but it's only £70 a week, so who's arguing? There's an on-site gym that's only £70 for the whole semester. And there's a club and little cinema and everything.

I was also in an English Literature talk with my cousin, who's taking graphic design, and the guy asked for all the parents to leave. So my cousin looks at me and says 'Should I leave? I want to see what he does.' So he stays sat there in a room of about 20 people, and the professor starts reading Poe, and then asks us to come up with some ideas about each stanza. So we group up with this girl, and my cousin just sits there confused as hell. After 5 minutes, the professor turns to us and starts asking people questions. I tell you, the look of fear in my cousin's eyes when the guy pointed at us and said 'What do you think about the trochaic structure of the 4th stanza?' was photo-worthy. So he starts to panic, lifts his hands up and says, 'I'M DOING A DEGREE IN PRODUCT DESIGN'. Then, the girl we were working with leans over my shoulder and whispers creepily 'You don't belong here'.

I'm scared to go back. I'm scared I walked into some Edgar Allan Poe cult and didn't realise it. I loved it, it was the best uni I've visited and I'd pay money, a large amount of money, to watch my cousin look like that again.

Another thing, a couple of posts back, I mentioned doing a feature where I suggested a TV program or something at the end... yeah... that didn't last long. But I'm watching the U.S. Office at the moment and it's pretty damn good. So go watch that if you have Netflix, or buy the box set or something. Don't go searching for free downloads or anything. I'm in no way suggesting you do that. Nope. Not at all.

R.