Lauren the Ice Queen

Hello World.

Well, today I was all ready to right a big ol' rant about how my life seems to be falling into a big black hole and how unhappy I was that my life was no longer a rainbow, boo hoo.

Then 12 o'clock struck and kazam! The black cloud has lifted and all is good in the world again. I really am not a morning person. Every morning on the wander to uni, poor Conny tries her hardest to squeeze some little bit of conversation out of me and is met with an encouraging...meh. Poor girl. A beautiful display of my ice queen personality.

But now it is the afternoon and I am following the rainbow again, hooray. Another reason for this is I was just watching tv and the ice skating was on. It looks really fun, I can see myself flying round the rink with the grace and finesse that is required...not. I am as elegant as a chicken trying to fly. But I do know that ice skating is fun. I spent many a sunday when I was little pootling around the ice in Milton Keynes, watching my brother in his daredevil way attempt to race everybody, while my mum just clung on to the edge for dear life.

And now I have decided that while I am at home, I will take Paul ice skating. We will be the new Torvil and Dean and take the world by storm. Our routine I think, will mainly involve the perfected art of trying to stand up on a slippery surface. We will call that move the Bambi. And it will be beautiful. I'm looking forward to it.

Glasgow and it's secrets

Ok, so to many finding a park in a city isn't a secret, but when i went to Glasgow yesterday, I was quite suprised to discover the beautiful side of it.

I have been to Glasgow a total of three times with the two previous trips just being an excuse to discover the beauty that is Primark. However, this time, on a course visit, we took a stroll through the park to the Kelvingrove and I saw a completely different side to Glasgow.



It was so beautiful away from the busy city centre. There were trees covered in blossom, daffodils growing by the side of the river and fluffy white clouds in the sky. Magic. Living in Carlisle, I have to walk through the park everday to get to uni, but this is nothing compared to what I saw yesterday. It was just so cool to see this part of Glasgow. And me and Conny even watched a guy attempt to type rope walk between two trees. Bizarre, but cool and completely out of the ordinary.

Strike me down with some inspiration please.

I am sitting here looking at the funky blogs i'm following, all the wicked things that they design and thinking...I WANNA MAKE SOMETHING!!

This journalism malarky is all swings and roundabouts. Do I wanna do it? What do I wanna do if not? Can I do that and have alittle side project of making things, spend some serious time over the summer using the creative side of my brain and making some funky things.

I get so jealous of the people who do it full time. I can do little bits and pieces then my brain stops working in that way and....I give up for a couple of months. But I want to learn about how to make different things, experiment a bit and just have some fun with it.

Cheers

I have nothing to write really so I just thought I'd show you a picture of my nan...so cheers!

It just gets better!

So after many ups and downs on this course, today I had some fabulous news. Oh yes people, I am wasting my time with this stupid degree. Just two months away from finishing my second year, I was told that in order to get a job (on a local paper at least) I would have to do a post grad degree in journalism! Oh yes kids thats right, my travel journalism degree is effectively useless!

Can anybody explain to me what the hell I am doing this degree for? Why is it that by the end of the three years I will have a debt of at least £21,000 and, well a mickey mouse degree to show for it!

Everybody at uni is fed up at the minute, but other than my being completely disheartened now, i'm sure we'll all be fine. We all need a good ol' night out!!

Bring on the party!

I'm a little bit lost

For the last couple of days i've felt like everything to do with uni is swimming around me while I just sit in the middle and watch it quite content.

However, today I had a loooooong coffee with my friends and a chat about the direction all our lives are taking. the thing that I have realised is that I really don't know where mine is going, and for the first time in 5 years this actually makes me a bit sad.

The thing that I have realised is that the complete disappointment I feel about my course has made me wonder if journalism is really what I want to do. Was it ever something I wanted to do? Travel Journalism is laid dead in the water as the course does not help to lead me down this path, and I am not learning the skills that I need to persue such a career. So as far as I am concerned, that is one less option for me.

Like I said before, I love to customise my clothes, make little brooches or clips and just make little things. That is something I am really passionate about, but I don't think that I would like to do it as a job because I love it so much and I don't want to get bored with it. I'd like to do it as a little side project.

I think that there is so much going on with the course, and it's all that I do, go to uni, come home do my work, go to sleep and start again. I'M BORED. But I don't know what other options I have at the moment. I don't want to give up on this, start something new and in 18 months think oh, i don't like this either.

I am counting down the weeks until uni finishes for 5 months and I can sit at home making lots of things to sell on the internet and build my fashion empire :-). Surely that can't be a good thing? Or maybe I'm just looking forward to the break...? Aarrgghh I really don't have a clue.

The best way for me to describe it is, you know when you want to get fit, you go to the gym, work out and tada, you're better. I feel like I need some sort of career gym, to get fit, exercise my brain and feel better!

What can I do? Does anybody have any ideas?

TV Addict

I love TV. Like really love it, a stupid amount, cant imagine my life without it. I know, it's pathetic.

I spend way too much time watching all the soaps, reality shows and all the other crap on it. But every once in a while, I stumble across something that I actually learn something from.

Tonight, it is Deborah, 13, Servant of God. A programme about a 13 year old girl who lives a completely different existance to most. At the beginning of the show, the woman making the documentary showed her a copy of Heat magazine and asked her if she knew any of the people in it. As far as she was concerned, Victoria Beckham was just somebody who was married to Mr Beckham. I thought that was pretty interesting, I wish sometimes I didn't care who Perez was blogging about that minute. I did try to give it up once, but much like the cigarettes, I got sucked back in.


The big difference between me and Deborah is that she is deeply religious. I on the other hand know nothing about religion, and am not particularly interested in living my life that way either. But I do love to watch the programmes about people who live their lives in an extremely religious way. I love to see the things they believe, and how different their lives are to mine. I really like learning about how they believe all the stuff that I just find...unbelievable.


Like watching sermons before bed ( I prefer a good romantic comedy), or going to a shopping centre for the first time...ever!! Or that the world is going to melt??? I didn't quite get that bit.


Something else I don't quite understand is she keeps saying that we should all confess our sins to God as we could be hit by a car if we are outside....ever. And if this was to happen, we'd go straight to hell. But is this really what you want to hear at a party? Should people really force their views on you?

I don't know, she seems happy with her life, the same as I am with mine. It might be completely different, but it takes all sorts.

Is she taking the piss?

Right, so i'm sitting here watching ten years younger, a programme i've never been in love with, all that surgery aint for me.

Anyway, the new host is Mylene Klass, the woman who about 6 months ago was championing natural beauty!! EH?? What the bloody hell is that about? Can you only be a natural beauty until a certain age, and then, fuck it bring on the knife?

I don't understand. If you want surgery, fair enough, but the big problem is Madame Klass, and her hypocritical attitude. Damn her and her lies!

Anyway, rant over. I'm not that angry really :-)

I loves me some modification

So, when i'm not at uni slaving away over what I see as annoying assignments, I like to decorate my clothes. I love it when I can do something that takes 30 minutes to a top or some shoes a little bit different to what everybody else is wearing.

I don't really know how to make things from scratch yet, but one day I will. At the minute, I can make a flower from felt or embroider til my hearts content. There's just something about it that makes me happy, just adding a bit of colour or sparkle to an outfit.

So over the summer, while all of my course mates are putting in the hours doing work experience relevant to the long term goal of being a journalist, I will be found in a corner somewhere with a bit of felt and a second hand top, working my magic to make it unique.

Here are a couple of things I have jazzed up a bit....hope you like!