I want to graduate from University with a really great grade. I want to make sure my parents are forever happy & healthy. I want to move to New York. I want to snag my dream job. I want to go travelling. I want an internship at American Glamour. I want to meet Kate Winslet and Jennifer Aniston. I want a Fiat 500. I want to win the lottery. I want to break free. I want to be able to sing. I want to visit the Hollywood Walk of Fame. I want to do something completely out of the ordinary. I want to go on a road trip. I want to meet a really great guy. I want to stop worrying about every little thing. I want to be a size 10. I want to visit the Maldives. I want to go swimming with dolphins. I want to go on the Ellen show. I want to be able to walk in heels. I want to have no regrets, no what ifs & no should haves and could haves. I want to make an impact. I want to be remembered for every little thing I do throughout my life. I want to be remembered for just being me.
What do you want out of life?
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Let me shop!
I'll happily admit this right now; I think I have a shopping addiction. I can spend money like it's going out of fashion, even when I'm completely skint. Now my student loan has arrived and is sitting prettily in my bank, I have even more reason to buy more pretty things to add to my ever expanding wardrobe. This is what I am currently coveting;
Friday, 13 April 2012
All eyes on me
When I'm not at Uni, my home is situated in a little village that no one has ever heard of. The people that live here all know each other, and everyone is related to one another. People's lives round here are like an open book; everyone knows exactly what someone is up too, who they are going out with, who they are friends with, and that scares me. Like beyond belief.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm in Coronation Street. If I got a new boyfriend, or started hanging round with new people, or I did something really shocking, peoples curtains would be twitching with the anticipation of change. Many people are happy with this, and love nothing better than to participate in sharing other people's lives in a snippet of gossip with their neighbors.
For me though, I can't think of anything worse. I don't want my life publicized to the whole village, and I certainly don't want everything I do to be the subject of someone else's entertainment. Whatever happened to tact and privacy? Even coming back here every other weekend for my job is enough to break me into a cold sweat. Constant questions about what I'm going to do when I finish Uni, do I have a boyfriend, am I worried that I won't get a job? Seriously, I swear these people relish in seeming to want to know all the ins and outs of my private life. At first, I quite like filling people in on what I've been up too, but after a while I feel like I'm at a job interview.
The reason I'm writing all this is because in just over a month, I finish University forever, and this little village is where I'll be coming back to live for the next year.
Don't get me wrong; it's not a bad place to live. There aren't hooligans and knife crazed gangs or anything like that, but it makes me feel all closed in when I think about coming back here to live. I've got used to my independence and privacy, and I don't want to come back to something that I had when I was 18.
I'm nearly 22, and I'm full of ambitions and dreams. Half the people round here are in dead end jobs, living on council flats and are on benefits. Where's the fun in that? What's the hurry to grow up? I don't want to he tied down with a baby and shit loads of baby sick at 21 years old.
Life is for living, and that's what I intend to do. I'm going to break free from the norm of being a teen mum, and really make something of myself. I will live in this Big Brother village for the next year, but don't expect me to like it.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm in Coronation Street. If I got a new boyfriend, or started hanging round with new people, or I did something really shocking, peoples curtains would be twitching with the anticipation of change. Many people are happy with this, and love nothing better than to participate in sharing other people's lives in a snippet of gossip with their neighbors.
For me though, I can't think of anything worse. I don't want my life publicized to the whole village, and I certainly don't want everything I do to be the subject of someone else's entertainment. Whatever happened to tact and privacy? Even coming back here every other weekend for my job is enough to break me into a cold sweat. Constant questions about what I'm going to do when I finish Uni, do I have a boyfriend, am I worried that I won't get a job? Seriously, I swear these people relish in seeming to want to know all the ins and outs of my private life. At first, I quite like filling people in on what I've been up too, but after a while I feel like I'm at a job interview.
The reason I'm writing all this is because in just over a month, I finish University forever, and this little village is where I'll be coming back to live for the next year.
Don't get me wrong; it's not a bad place to live. There aren't hooligans and knife crazed gangs or anything like that, but it makes me feel all closed in when I think about coming back here to live. I've got used to my independence and privacy, and I don't want to come back to something that I had when I was 18.
I'm nearly 22, and I'm full of ambitions and dreams. Half the people round here are in dead end jobs, living on council flats and are on benefits. Where's the fun in that? What's the hurry to grow up? I don't want to he tied down with a baby and shit loads of baby sick at 21 years old.
Life is for living, and that's what I intend to do. I'm going to break free from the norm of being a teen mum, and really make something of myself. I will live in this Big Brother village for the next year, but don't expect me to like it.
Facts #3
I have one month left at University. I want to move to London next summer. I am addicted to Tumblr. And buying shoes. I wish I was rich. I'm excited to start a new chapter in my life. I hope I don't lose contact with any of my Uni friends. I'm obsessed with my Topshop jeans and my over sized shirt. I miss getting drunk with the crazies. It scares me that I will be 22 in just over two months. My new favourite song is by a band I've never heard of before. I love walking my dog really early in the morning. Currently aching to go to Thorpe Park. All I want is a 2:1 from my Uni & a full time job on a magazine I love.
Sunday, 8 April 2012
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