Two years ago today...

According to the wisdom of Facebook… and the calendar, I was four days away from moving away to university and starting the biggest adventure of my life. Today I am at Tom’s laptop in our new room in our new house in our new town (Cheltenham), ready to start another big adventure in our new course at our new university! 

I have no qualms in saying that the past two years have been the best of my life; despite the crippling lows (and there have been lows) I have never felt as happy, as loved or of such measurable worth as I have since September 2009. I have lived with, worked with and grown to love some of the most fascinating, passionate people I have ever had the pleasure to be near to.

I almost need not state the obvious fact that people age and people change (although I just have), but the changes I have seen in myself and those around me in these last precious years are nothing short of miracles. We arrived in Weston on Sunday the 13th of September 2009, a bunch of naive eighteen and nineteen (for the most part) -year-olds, unsure and afraid of what would happen once their parents unpacked their cases and drove home without them. (I, fortunately, didn’t have this worry as I travelled on a coach, leaving my parents blubbering at 7am that morning in Sunderland Interchange.) What I see now when I see photos of my classmates… my friends… or play one of the many little silent movie memories in my head, is a group of adults, preparing themselves for the final leg of the journey into “the big wide world”. A group of individuals banded together as one. 

However, sadly, as all good things do; my time in Weston-Super-Mare came to an end and new beginnings were afoot -  a new course, a new place, potentially a new career path - but the old memories still remain…

We saw and did the most incredible things together. Together we laughed and together we cried. And together we shall remember…

Long time no see...

Again, having left it a ridiculously long time between blogs, I have again a million things to update with.

Firstly, I have once again reached an unhealthy state of stress (UCAS and audition/interview, Uni work, Money and General Life related). I hadn’t previously realised that it was possible to despise a month – more so before it had even happened. But there we are. I hate March. March 2011 to be specific – I have yet nothing to dislike about any upcoming Marchs bar this one.

I have quit possibly the most brilliant job I could have hoped to get – again due to unforeseen levels of unbearable stress.

I received brilliant and not quite so brilliant marks for various pieces of coursework and performances.

I have been on the verge of breakdown (I note this is NOT a medical opinion, simply my own self-indulgence) several time – surprise, surprise, it’s stress again! But I shan’t whinge…

Most recently, I have been one of Weston General Hospital’s most loyal (although A&E may say “rowdy”) patients, having spent approximately 10 hours there last weekend having smashed both of my front teeth in a chance meeting with one of Weston’s finest pavements (pictures to follow). MORE recently, I spent in excess of £75 getting aforementioned injury fixed (on the plus side, they look FAR better than before!).

So, what is yet to come? A million assessments, assignments, interviews and auditions – plus a visit to Weston from dear (not so old) Mummy and a Uni trip to Poland.

I might not be great with the stressful times – but I’m the life and soul when it’s all over…

Sometimes, anyway.

             Before (or is it after?)

                                                           

                  Post-Dentist Robbery

Over and Out...

Yet Again...

I have, once again, neglected my blogging duties for almost a month – unacceptable!


So, a brief catch-up to get things started…

o I GOT THE JOB AT 3!!!

o I was made Director in our PP devised piece 

o I won a Treasure Hunt at the Pirate Party!

o I bought a laptop!

o I played a gig with the one and only Arty and the Curtain Calls at DB’s

o I bought the angel wings I’ve been wanting for a year!!!

o I wore them at the Clifton Road Hallowe’en Party - which was awesome!!!

o I had the most hilarious fight with Tom (well, it’s funny now)

o And best of all, I have documented almost all of this with my awesome new camera!!!

Now, although all of that seems very cheery, there have been some bad patches… but you don’t wanna hear about that 

What you DO want to hear about are my plans, yes ladies and gentleman, the Makem has a plan! And it is as follows…

o Get all my work done… pronto

o Get our PP piece looking amazing, ready to perform in December at the Blakehay (plug much?)

o Be awesome at my job – I’m picking it up fairly quickly

o Get good commission from being so awesome at my job

o Go home for Christmas

o Spend New Year with Tom <3

o Pay my Rent

o Go to Poland

o Get PE piece looking amazing for the performance in May/June

o Get into Bath Spa 3rd Year

o Go for a Summer holiday

o Move to Bath with Tom 

I understand it’s a pretty comprehensive plan… but I’m flexible, I can change… faster than… something that changes really fast!

Yeah…

Love xoxo

Long time no see...

So, its been a while since my last post. I’ll catch you up;

• I applied and failed for about a million more jobs.
• I moved house.
• I then lived at Tom’s parent’s house for about a fortnight.
• I was a Fresher’s Angel (helping new people move into The Alex was hard!).
• I went back to Uni and met my new lecturers (who I love!)
• I started and quitted Slimming World (for good reasons).
• I won Legend of the Week.
• I went to see a really weird play (“The Author” by Tim Crouch).
• I organised Tom’s 20th birthday night out (which was amazing).
• I got Skype and spoke to Zoe in Utah!
• I finally decided to ask for help…

So, yeah, there’s been ups and downs - for once, more ups than downs!

  

Think I’m gonna leave it at that for now

 

Love xoxo

 

Back to Reality

So, I’m back again. Back to my boring, non-working, non-money having life in Weston… joy.

I have to say though, I’ve had a lovely weekend; obviously, I got to see Tom!!! I had a great night out on Friday (when I finished my epic day of travelling - two cars, two coaches and two trains!!! AND an interview!) with Tom and some of his friends from home. Then there was the wedding on Saturday (I almost cried at the service!) which was great except I had the mother of all headaches (somewhere between a hangover, a migraine and an overweight rhino sat on my head!) but Tom’s Mam has been feeding and looking after me, as usual!

I’ll miss being at home though, it was lovely to spend so much time with my Mam - and I got to spend time with Rachel, Mel and Zoe, who I never see!

Moving on though, I’m starting a diet today GOD HELP ME!) which should give the old self-esteem a good kick up the backside!

Also, I’m moving into my new house on Friday, which I’m VERY excited about --- I will really miss living in the Alex though; we’ve had some amazing times here this year!

Right, I’m off to Tesco!

Love xoxo

Back in the Costa Del Sunderland...

So, I’m back in Sunderland for a while (until Friday) and I’m rather enjoying myself so far; I’ve been to a fancy dress party, see face book for the photos (LOL), I’ve caught up with some friends, been on my dad’s motorbike (it’d been SUCH a long time!) and spent sometime with my lovely mother! Thankfully, she’s got this week off so we can have “girly time!”.



I have to say, I haven’t missed the “locals” of my hometown. I know that is a contradiction in terms, as I am obviously a local myself , HOWEVER; I AM NOT THE SCUM OF THE EARTH!!! I’d been in Sunderland for approximately four minutes when I was blessed with a Chav Attack; three or four under-dressed, pre-pubescent tramps swearing and gesturing at my Dad. This is after THEY had taken three hours to cross the road. Imbeciles!



Anyway, I’m missing Tom a lot; we speak and text all the time but its not really the same is it? Anyway, I’ve vowed to get him a present with “Sunderland” on it - I’ve no idea what it’ll be yet!



It seems I’ve come home at a good time for one of my friends, who recently lost his Nan; so to be as supportive as he was to me when I lost my Gran is nice. That’s probably the thing I like most about coming home; the proof that no matter how long I’ve not seen my best friends, as soon as we’re together, its like we were never apart.



I’m looking forward to this weekend (NOT the 9 hour trip back to Weston though!); I’ve got an interview for The Works (who I honestly thought had forgotten about my application), I’m going to Tom’s cousin’s wedding on Saturday and then getting back to Weston on Sunday. Happy days :)



Love xoxo

A trip to the arcades/The story of my "engagement ring"

For those of you who didn’t read the post before this, I’d like to explain my general mood yesterday to you; PIG SICK! I had a headache that didn’t budge for hours, I no longer fit into most of my clothes and  Tom and I aren’t going to see each other for ages from tomorrow evening…

However, being the amazing chap he is, Tom decided to try to cheer me up. So, we left the house with the idea to go to Cabot for a few drinks and games of pool which he’d obv win but I’d have fun trying to use my “Gypsy Magic” - long story lol…

Anyway, we actually ended up in an arcade and it was brilliant!!! We had so much fun and we won 215 tickets J

I suppose now its probably a good time to return to the engagement ring - now, before you rush out and buy a big hat, I must warn you, its just a wind up. Although we thought we had done marvellously well in getting these 215 tickets, it turns out that it takes a little more than that to get something very good (for example, for 30,000 tickets, you can get some kind of rock band/guitar hero world tour thing!!!) SO, we ended up looking at the trays of crappy, plastic rings. Now, I must say, one of the trays (where I picked mine from), wasn’t all bad; the one Tom chose his from, however, was lucky bag fodder if I’ve ever seen it!

So, I left the arcade, feeling much better, with a pretty “silver” ring with “diamonds” in it, while Tom had a huge, plastic, purple rock on his hand…

Love xoxo

PS - I’m very sorry if anyone who reads this gets as excited as Loz did when we sent her a picture entitled “Laura’s Left Hand” :P xoxo