tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13495849767502405542024-02-02T04:37:06.106+00:00let's capture the castleKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.comBlogger424125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-23172811637327950512018-01-27T14:48:00.000+00:002018-01-27T14:48:34.111+00:002018 so far<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Not a lot has occurred in my little life since we last spoke. And by "last spoke", I mean since I last could be bothered to bash out a blog post. I can probably separate this update into just a few sections, because I don't actually get up to a lot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">1) WORK. Work is fabulous. I love my job. Mostly, I just process utility bills and sort out issues clients are having with their energy suppliers. I love the people I work with, and how everyone is really silly, meaning that most days I cry with laughter at some point. At the end of November, I was called into a meeting with my boss. I was almost shaking visibly because I was so nervous that I was in some kind of trouble. It turned out though to be an excellent meeting because he informed me that the company was looking to expand their marketing team and wanted to try me out for the role. I've been writing bits and pieces for the client newsletter, sitting in on marketing meetings, and I've just been sent a brief for my first substantial piece for the website. I'm nervous in case they think I'm crap, but also excited because I love researching a topic and then turning all that knowledge into an engaging, flowing text. My boss has also suggested that I go up to Liverpool for a sales conference in March which would be really exciting (if everything falls into place!), and allow me to understand the industry even better. It's safe to say, at the moment, that I'm just excited to wake up and go into work every day. It's been four months of working in a proper corporate office environment and the novelty hasn't worn off yet. I love it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">2) FRIENDS AND FAMILY. The two most important Fs in life (along with FOOD). I've come to realise that I don't have many friends. I have three best friends who live in the area, a few close ones who are still away at uni, and a couple of larger friendship groups who I see together a few times a year. In terms of who I can call in an emergency, though, not many. I joined a running club at the end of last year which has got me spending time with fellow running-obsessed people and provides a bit of socialisation, but apart from that - and seeing my best friends from school - I don't have much in the way of a social life. Don't get me wrong, I do something with a friend or two most weekends, but I find it so hard during the week to make time for anyone or anything. I spend a lot of time with my parents (given that I live in their house now) and they've actually become two of my best friends. As I've got older, we've started to get on even better, and I can quite happily spend hours with them each evening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">3) LOVE. My love life is a shambles. If you happen to have read my previous blog posts (unlikely), you'll know that I was seeing a guy who I thought I met under the perfect circumstances, arranged by the love gods themselves. How wrong I was. We dated for about four weeks before I started having doubts, and six weeks before I ended things. The guy couldn't move things along slowly, and was calling me his girlfriend after having met me literally seven times. I can't deal with stuff like that, and the generally creepy, weirdo vibes had me running for the hills. I'm so glad all that's over. A few weeks after all those shenanigans, we had our work Christmas do at a very fancy hotel. I got chatting to one of the guys there who I hadn't spoken to before. We spent all night together and were quite close, with people saying that we looked like we already looked like a couple etc etc. Fast forward three days, I had a social media stalk and found that he has a long term girlfriend who he neglected to mention all night! What a rat. More recently - as in the last couple of weeks - I've been chatting to someone else from a different department at work who, a thorough social media inspection has revealed, is also not single. What about my face says "yes, flirt with me and give me inappropriate attention, even if you have a girlfriend, and then make a mug of me"?! I'm sick of it. Trust no one, girls. Even the (seemingly) good eggs are actually bad eggs. Everyone is a bad egg. This is what 2018 has taught me so far.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">4) RUNNING. During the winter of 2017, I was lucky enough to gain personal best times in all distances: 01.26.48 for 10 miles in October, 47.57 for a 10k in November, and 23.03 for a 5k in December. I've started competing for my running club's cross country team in the Surrey League and ended up coming in as second from my club in our most recent race. I felt so proud because I haven't done proper club racing since school, and it's so nice to have that camaraderie with everyone. A week before Christmas, I came down with a leg injury and so have scaled back the running a bit. I feel a bit cooped up but I'm slowly getting back to it with the help of massages from my physio, and my trusty foam roller (if you know, you know!). I did a pain-free 5k this morning and I'm aiming for an easy 10k tomorrow, so it's looking hopeful!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Despite the lack of romance in my life, I'm actually the happiest I've ever been. I'm getting so much fulfillment out of running and my beautiful friends and family, that I don't feel I'm lacking anything. And even though I've bitched about guys being bad eggs, etc etc, realistically I don't have time for anyone, good egg or not. I'm going to make the most of this year and use it to work on my career, my friendships, and upping my miles. Here's to a happy, healthy, successful 2018 for everyone!</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-72904928297259134842017-11-25T22:11:00.001+00:002017-11-25T22:11:05.864+00:00Dear Rachel<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How are you doing these days? I can't believe it's been a year and eight months since you left. I realised today that I actually miss you, and I don't know why it's taken me this long to acknowledge that.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you remember the first time that we met? We'd been speaking in that group chat before uni - the one that started with me, you, Milan and Georgia - and my family hiking holiday brought me to the Lake District near you. Remember how you took me to a really dodgy pub in Cockermouth because you knew the landlord and needed to borrow some of his son's law books? You bought me a diet coke and wouldn't let me pay. You're generous like that. We went up to the flat above the pub and sat on a dusty carpet just chatting about our lives. I remember how you told a story about something that happened at school and you used the word "us" to refer to just yourself. That threw me the first few weeks that I knew you, took me a while to get my head around. You Northerners and your first person plural pronouns when you mean singular! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Are you still fiercely proud of your Cumbrian roots? I could never decide if that was something I loved or hated about you! Do you still hate everyone who comes from anywhere south of Manchester? (Everyone except me, of course!) I suppose it's good that you're passionate about things, wildly enthusiastic. Vivacious. Do you still love Jeremy Corbyn? I know you used to love to debate about politics, and I never could tell you that I didn't vote Labour. I was a bit scared of what you might have said, I think. I bet you still go out canvassing for Labour when election times roll round. I wonder what you thought of the snap election this year. I would have loved to have talked about it with you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have you got any more tattoos? I wish I'd come with you now, back in 2014, to watch you get that albatross on your shoulder blade. I think I stayed back with Amy to sort out all of our washing in the laundrette, or something equally mundane, while Georgia went with you. Strange how close you and Georgia were, how similar you were in so many ways, and yet it was also those parallels which made you clash. I don't think either of you would like to hear it - which is why I've never said it - but you two are more alike than you think. I see so much of you in her, especially in third year, when you weren't around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've often wondered about you, since those awful couple of weeks where you and Amy and Georgia weren't speaking, and I felt terribly caught in the middle. It shouldn't have been a case of loyalties, or ganging up on anyone, which is why I tried so hard to stay out of everything. Remember that night when you brought Elle round at about 9pm, and went up to Georgia's room to talk things over? Except it turned into screaming things over, awful things said and done, with Amy powering upstairs to join Georgia. What you don't know is that Josh and I sat downstairs that night in a horrified silence, listening to everything being said. My eyes got a bit teary as I came to the realisation - amidst the shrieking and swearing - that the four of us, us girls, would never, and could never, be how we were before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After you left, it took me months to get used to not having you around. No one to come into my room every evening, without fail, to chat about our days. No one to knock on my door to ask me if I wanted a cup of tea, or some toast. No midnight Asda runs to pick up 5p loaves of bread in the reduced aisle. No one to pick me up from the station every time I came back from Cardiff, to go to McDonald's drive thru with. No one to pop to town with on a whim, or to watch trashy TV with. It took me months to get used to being a group of three with Amy and Georgia, rather than a pack of four with you there. The dynamics changed. I think maybe you and I always got each other on a level that I never had with them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was devastated when you moved out, messaged me to say you were posting your keys through the door. So sad when you deleted me from Facebook, saying it was too hard for you to have reminders of this terrible experience in your mind - even if that reminder was me. Saying you still consider me a friend, but that you need to move on, maybe even complete your final year of uni somewhere else. Saying you couldn't believe it had come to this, but your dad was coming here to move your stuff out, because you couldn't face it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You weren't faultless in this. You were provoked, perhaps, but you took the bait every single time - no matter who offered it , or how small it was - and just burst into a raging tornado of negative emotion. I know your mental health was a challenge for you at times, and that you battled with it hard, but I also know that you didn't seek out the help you needed. Maybe you didn't want to, maybe you were in denial. Our house, our home together, became quite a volatile environment for everyone to live in. It was like a pot simmering for weeks, until one day it boiled over and everyone, everything, got burned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm glad you and Greg broke up. I never liked him. Your new guy seems nice though, and you look adorable together. I'm really happy for you. Did you ever get that albatross tattoo watercoloured? I know you always wanted to. I hope you did. I'm so pleased that you decided to come back to Chester too, after your year abroad, to finish uni. You did love it there, and Instagram tells me you've been enjoying the Christmas markets now, just as we used to together two or three years ago. I hope you're a lot happier now than you were at the start of last year, because you really deserve to be. You're a sweet, generous, ambitious girl who I wish nothing but the best for. Maybe I'll drop you a message soon, just to see how you're getting on. If I could wind back to two years ago, I would. I think I could have salvaged the mess you, Amy and Georgia made then with what I know now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Take care, Rach. I hope our paths cross again one day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> June 2013</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's my face over the past four and a half years. I'm aware that several of these are mug shots and not all of them are very smiley, but I really do think that a passport photo type of expression shows your face much more accurately. I was feeling all nostalgic tonight and found myself scrolling back through old blog posts and old webcam photos. I used to use my webcam so much, but since my first smartphone entered my life in June 2015 (I was very late on the bandwagon, I know!), I found myself forgetting that my trusty laptop existed. Earlier this year, I found a few straight faced photos I'd taken which were lurking in my webcam folder, and tried to remember to take a couple more in 2017. I'm really glad that 17/18/19 year old me took so many photos because I love looking back at them and comparing everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the first photo, I was 17 years old, hadn't chosen a university, and didn't have a job yet. I lived at home and I was really, really happy (believe it or not, judging from the photo!).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second photo was taken the following summer. I was 18, had been on my first girls' holiday, and was nervously awaiting my A level results. I'd also been to my first festival, just got my first boyfriend (who, in 2017, turned out to be a liar and a cheat lol), and I was still really happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The third photo was taken when I was two terms into my university experience and had been living in Chester, 200 miles away from home, for 7 months. I'd put on weight and was finding it hard to make really close friends who I just clicked with. Slightly less happy than before but still doing well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the fourth photo, I'm holding a textbook because I was mid-revision for my end of year exams for year one of uni. I had a very round little face (and round tummy!) and was doing well. I'd made a few close friends by this point and was loving life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now we skip ahead two years to June 2017. I'd finished all three years of uni, been working part time at McDonald's for almost 4 years, and had lost 2.5 stone (approx 15kg) in weight. I'd taken up running again by this point and had bashed out a sub 2 hour half marathon a week before this photo. I was happy, still with 2013 boyfriend (despite a small break in which I regretfully, cringefully, embarked on a brief fling with my housemate), and was still living in Chester. Slight panic about my impending graduate unemployment but I was able to stifle it and enjoy life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Photo number six depicts a full time McDonald's worker, who was desperately hunting for graduate jobs in every spare moment she got. I was still running lots, seeing my friends lots, and was slightly sad that 2013 boyfriend had shown his true colours and that our very long, drawn out relationship was about to end. On the plus side, I'd never been closer with my parents and moving back home to London permanently revived old friendships.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The final photo is me, as of ten minutes ago. I work full time in an office now, am technically a single lady (although a very nice guy is on the sidelines, wahaay), and run five times a week. I'm so close to my family, my friends are fabulous, and I'm absolutely loving this point in my life. I feel so lucky to have made it through these past four and a half years (and pretty much my whole life, to be honest) relatively unscathed. The world is a brutal, oftentimes nasty, place but I think I'm navigating it well. Life, so far, has been wonderful to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Looking at old photos can really bring back reams of dusty memories and intense waves of nostalgia. I adore 2017 and being 21, but what wouldn't I give to be transported back to June 2013 to relive this chunk of time? I wonder what things will be like another four and a half years from now...</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-29133954787882124342017-09-30T14:32:00.001+01:002017-09-30T14:32:47.192+01:00Koi No Yokan 2017<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back in 2013, over four years ago, I posted <a href="http://letscapturethecastle.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/koi-no-yokan.html" target="_blank">this</a> on my blog, linking to an article about words in other languages which express particular concepts, but don't have an equivalent succinct word in English. One which really stuck out to me back then was the Japanese <i>Koi No Yokan</i> - the feeling that, when you first meet someone, you're going to fall in love with them. When I was 17 and first saw this, I had never been in love. I'm 21 now and I'd say that, yes, I have been in love, but it was probably first-boyfriend-kind-of-love, rather than this-is-my-future-husband-kind-of-love. Be warned, this is going to be a rather long blog post because I have a beautiful story to tell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was Friday 1st September 2017, and I was on a 7am-3pm shift at my job at McDonald's (which, incidentally, I had my last day at yesterday). It was a beautiful sunny day and I was in a good mood because I'd had a couple of cups of coffee and was working with my favourite coworkers. At about 7.40am, I took a man's order on the till. He ordered a sausage and egg muffin meal with a latte, but I was kind of distracted because I had quite a few responsibilities that morning, like packing up deliveries and helping with drive through orders. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I put this guy's order together on a tray, I was chatting to the window cleaner that my manager employed to come in twice a week and make sure all the windows looked spotless. He's been cleaning our windows for over four years, so I've been seeing him every week since I was 17. He's seen me as a fresh-faced sixth form student, he's seen me get fat and then slim again, he's been asking me for updates all about life at university for the whole of my degree. On this morning, he was asking what my plan was now that I've graduated, and I told him that I wasn't really sure, that I was going to work at McDonald's until a grad job came up. I gave the customer his tray of food but, again, I was pretty distracted - both by the window cleaner, and also with other people to serve and tasks to complete.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About five minutes later, I was asked to run around the dining area to make sure that all the tables were clear and to give the surfaces a clean. I was popping some rubbish in the bin when aforementioned man came over to give me his tray. I thanked him, and he went to sit back down to finish his coffee. The table next to him was covered in dirt, so I went over to spray it and wipe it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"So, what did you study then?" I heard. I think my head snapped up pretty quickly and I stared at him, probably looking quite blank.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Sorry, I overheard you talking to the guy at the counter," he explained, with a bit of a sheepish smile. He was actually quite cute looking, with glasses and short curly hair. I don't remember what he was wearing but he had kind of a rugby player's body build and a really friendly face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From then, we got chatting. It sounds really cheesy but it just felt really natural and I remember laughing a lot, smiling the whole time. We talked about work, and how he adores his job as a Spanish teacher, and he asked me about my degree and all my life plans. I think we spoke for five or ten minutes which flew by and, before I knew it, my manager was eyeballing me, signalling for me to stop talking to cute customers and get back to some real work. We said goodbye, he popped his coffee cup in the bin, and left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I got back behind the counter, some of my work friends joked about how I shouldn't be chatting up customers, about how I just wanted an excuse to skive. I didn't really know how to say that I thought something really special had just happened (without sounding like a total idiot!) so I just laughed along with them. When I got out of work, I sent a voice note on the WhatsApp group chat I had with my two best friends, talking about meeting this guy. I also mentioned it to a couple of other friends when they asked me how my day had gone. Coincidentally, my then-boyfriend broke up with me three days after I met this mystery customer. In truth, we'd been not quite right for a while, after having broken up earlier in the year and getting back together a few months later. It felt like quite good timing, really, even though I'd never seen this customer before (he definitely wasn't a regular) and didn't expect to see him again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fast forward three weeks and six days to Thursday 28th September. In this time, I'd become a single lady, had been offered and then accepted a graduate job, and was working my penultimate shift at McDonald's. My duty for that morning on my shift was beverages, which I enjoyed because I got to make (and drink) lots of coffees around the corner and be out-of-sight from customers. Around 7.55am, the orders started flooding in and I could see that the girls working on the in-store orders were starting to struggle. I had just finished making three lattes and popped them into one of the cardboard carriers. It was busy, so I helped my coworkers finish the order, taking the coffees around the corner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Three lattes," I called out, looking up from the receipt to find the man from almost a month ago standing right in front of me. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We both cracked massive smiles, even if it did take me two seconds to remember where I knew his face from. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Hey! How are you?" I asked, barely containing my delight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You're still working here then?" he replied, sounding almost teasing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It's okay, I've found a new job. I'm getting out of here!" I think I was probably grinning like a complete idiot at this point, but it was okay because he was too. "Tomorrow's my last day."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I asked how he was finding the new school term, being back at work, how he'd been. I don't remember what we spoke about, but I know it was for quite a few minutes and I was feeling a bit giddy, having an internal battle with myself about whether or not to ask for his number. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the end, he beat me to it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Would you maybe want to go for a drink sometime?" he asked with a massive smile on his face. I responded pretty much instantly which I'm a little bit embarrassed about now, because nothing could hide my eagerness. He handed me his phone and I popped in my number, double checking it because I wasn't about to let this kind of second chance from the universe slide away from me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He glanced at my name badge (never have I been more glad of having to wear a name badge at work). "So... you're Kate," he said with a smile, typing my name into his phone. He told me his name was Chris, a name which I love actually, and said he'd text me later. We both suddenly became aware that it was very busy and that I should probably get back to work, having displayed <i>ultra </i>professionalism in giving out my number over the counter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I'll see you soon," he said, picking up his coffees, and I watched him leave the store for the second time - but this time knowing I'd see him again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went back round the corner to my drinks station with a massive grin on my face, where I filled the work girls in on what had happened, and my male manager congratulated me on scoring a customer. I found myself daydreaming all day about my mystery McDonald's man, except I could now call him Chris, and was desperate to check my phone every second of every hour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He ended up WhatsApping me about about 5pm that evening, and we've been chatting since then (a whole two days, wow). He's funny, charming, very interested, and now I even know his last name. We're both quite busy but - at the time of writing this - I believe we're going for drinks next week. I'm not worried that it's going to be awkward because the two times that I've met him have both been really relaxed and easy, and we're both quite extroverted. I just hope he turns out to be as lovely as he comes across on first (and second!) impressions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm still in a bit of shock, to be honest, because this is the kind of stuff that happens in films. The kind of scenario where I'd be thinking "well, yeah, but this wouldn't happen in real life". This is a guy who I met for ten minutes, and where I felt something strong enough that I was compelled to tell my friends about this random encounter, this stranger. I can't quite believe that he came back on my penultimate shift at McDonald's, that his was the order that I happened to take out to the counter, that he remembered me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the couple of days that we've been chatting, he's said that he actually told his colleagues about meeting me after the first time, so it looks like I wasn't alone in feeling the need to shout this from the rooftops - in much the same way as I am now! I wanted to write this all down, and - yes it's only been two days since it happened - remember it, because I feel like this might be the start of something really good. Alternatively, it might become nothing at all but I'm still going to read this post back and remember that one of my daytime, daydream, cute guy fantasies came true. That in itself is pretty special.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not saying it's love - it's absolutely <i>not </i>love after a total of about 15 minutes of conversation - but it's a bit of <i>Koi No Yokan</i>... the sense that something amazing might be just around the corner.</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-88959911937832196302017-09-16T18:26:00.000+01:002017-09-16T18:26:25.270+01:00Life Update<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've very much neglected this blog over the past couple of years, but I'm at a point in my life now where things are changing and I want to write a little update - not for the three people who still read my posts - but for me, so I can flick back through my blog fondly (as I sometimes do) and feel pleased that I documented it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Firstly, I got dumped. This happened recently (like twelve days ago kind of recently) but I actually feel really okay about it. He and I had been seeing each other since 2013 sort of on and off, and then had two and a half years where we were together properly, travelling hundreds of miles to visit each other at uni, and being very in love. But not everything lasts forever, and one minute he was telling me that he's never been happier with someone, and then three weeks later was calling me after he'd gone back to uni to tell me it wasn't working. Obviously, I was a bit gutted but that lasted for about twenty four hours before I pulled myself together and I've been fine since. To be honest, I've barely thought about him which leads me to believe that I hadn't been in love with him for quite some time. I think we were comfortable and enjoyed each other's company, but sometimes that's not enough so perhaps this dumping is actually a blessing in disguise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another positive thing that has happened lately is that I FOUND A GRADUATE JOB (!!!!!). Last Friday, I emailed a local(ish) company that a friend of a friend works for, asking if they had any jobs going - despite there being no vacancies on the website and me having no experience whatsoever - and at 6.30am on Monday morning, I received an email inviting me for an interview. Said interview was being held the following morning. I barely had any time to go on the (not very informative) website to do a bit of research about the company before I went along to meet the director on Tuesday at 10am. Basically, I know hardly anything about the industry but I took note of a couple of clients (MTV being one, and New Look another!) which he was suitably impressed with (I hope), and I was offered the job there and then. Apparently, I "interview very well" which just means that I smile and say "oh really?" a lot when being told Important And Interesting Information. The salary is terrible but I'm hoping I can negotiate that soon. So, as of the third of October, I will be working in the utility contracting industry, for a company who deals with Harrods' utilities, amongst other organisations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All of this means that I'll be leaving my job at McDonald's in two weeks, which I'm absolutely gutted about. I've been there for over four years, love the people that I work with, love the hours, the work, and training newbies. I've been there so long that I know everything about procedures, how to make every menu item, how to fix machines, how to deal with angry people, and how many milks the old lady likes in her tea every morning. I think I'll miss the regular customers almost as much as the job itself. I'm a bit scared about moving from a workplace where people come to me for help, to one where I'm totally untrained with no expertise whatsoever. I didn't, however, go to uni for three years and rack up forty grand of debt to flip burgers and make coffees for the rest of my life, so the transition is necessary. And I'll be making this transition as a single lady who's 2.5 stone lighter that she was last year, and a bloody lot happier than she's ever been.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd say life's pretty sweet right now.</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-19648841237995877702017-06-26T15:08:00.000+01:002017-06-26T15:08:50.365+01:00END OF AN ERA<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've finished uni.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not officially a graduate yet because, for some ridiculous reason, the University of Chester holds the actual ceremony in November - but I am what's called a "graduand", apparently. I now have a 2.1 degree in English Language which I'm happy with. A first would have been fabulous but I definitely haven't worked hard enough to get one of those. My main aim now is to find a graduate job but I'm feeling quite lazy at the moment and I'd love to enjoy my last summer as a kind of non-adult without the pressure of real adult work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got back from a holiday to Bulgaria with my uni friends last Monday. We went for a week to celebrate finishing our degrees and, although I wasn't massively looking forward to it before we went, I had the best time ever and I'm experiencing major holiday blues right now. We had beautiful weather, went in the pool every day, and ate stupid amounts due to being on an all-inclusive scheme. I put on HALF A STONE while we were out there but most of it's dropped off now, thank god, because I've been eating sensible amounts again and running 20 miles in the past week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I go back to work in a week at my job at McDonald's. They pay a pretty decent amount - more than bar work, or retail work - the people are lovely, and I'm good at it. I'm kind of looking forward to having an actual purpose again because right now I'm bumming around at home and feeling very bored. I don't think I could ever be long term unemployed. It's just soul-destroying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm off to make a sandwich now but I'll leave you with a photo of me from last week, loving life on my inflatable flamingo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had my first exam of the year today and I think it went okay! Not great, not the best ever, but sound, decent! I just realised I haven't posted since the last day of my 19th year. I'm now 20 which is super old and I still feel like I'm about fourteen. I've had a pretty good past couple of weeks, even though I was revising like mad this whole week. I didn't even leave the house except for a couple of runs (more about that later!) but it was okay because the module I was revising for was interesting. It's the roots and development of English, and all the history bits like the colonisation of America, but also things like how the speech of London is diverging in its own way from the rest of the country. It's great. I'm actually going to miss it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought I'd upload a few photos from the recent weeks because I do love a good photo on a blog. I got lots of lovely birthday presents from my friends and parents, including a cute cushion, a really funky tealight holder, and some beautiful notebooks. There was also a selection of Lush bath bombs, a double-clip-together goose feather duvet from my boyf, some sweet little ornaments and lots of alcohol that didn't quite make it to the photos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I bought some lovely Barry M polishes today because they've recently put out a huge new range of colours. I treated myself to Laguna which is the light blue shade in the photo, and Dark Side of the Shroom (that did make me laugh) which is a... shroomy colour! I've also posted a photo of my favourite ever lipstick which is Rimmel's Rossetto by Kate Moss. I actually found this one in March 2013 (so long ago!) but they renumbered it from 19 to 08 so I thought they'd stopped making it. I was looking for something similar when I used it all up, and I love the way Rimmel feels on my lips, which is how I stumbled across it again. I'm so happy! It's actually a lot less pinky than it looks in the photo - much more of a nude-ish shade in person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm trying to get more healthy and lose a bit of weight because since starting to take the pill, I've put on a stone and a half - all within the space of two months! One year on, the weight is not shifting so I'm changing up my diet dramatically and getting out running. I used to race competitively for my borough and in the London Mini Marathon and stuff, so it sort of feels natural to be getting back into it. I'm really enjoying being more active! I'm also calorie counting because things were getting a bit out of control. I'm shopping a lot more carefully too. Who knew rice cakes were such good, low fat snacks?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've shared some photos from my birthday night out too. I had such a great time. Predrinks was so fun and, to be honest, I could have stayed in all night getting absolutely wrecked. But town called and I came running! The main perk of going out on your birthday in Chester is absolutely having free entry to all the bars and clubs. I spent literally £2 that whole night and it was on my chips for the way home. Amazing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've also really been embracing Chester's beauty recently, mainly with lots of walks around the historic walls, down the river, and through the outskirts in the countryside. It's so lovely. South London obviously has its benefits but there's just something about being five minutes' walk away from fields full of cows and horses. I love it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The last photo is mainly just for me to ogle over while I'm on my diet-type-thing and eating healthier (or at least trying to!). My boyfriend is an amazing cook and just before we went back to uni, he whipped this up in literally five minutes. Egg and bacon is one of my favourite combinations anyway and teamed with a toasted hot cross bun, it's heaven. The raisins were actually a beaut little addition to an otherwise normal breakfast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel like posts like these are so self-indulgent and I've just realised I started nearly every paragraph with "I". Shoutout to my two readers from the UK, love you lol. I'm so happy that nobody I know in real life knows about this blog. I feel like keeping it a lil secret for nearing on four years is quite an achievement! So many people I know are starting blogs or YouTube now and are asking people to go and check them out and I think it's pretty brave. Like, you're putting yourself out there in a way that you probably don't in real life. I know I don't. But I kind of like having this all to myself. To whoever happens to be reading this (unlikely to be anyone!), I hope you're well and happy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll leave you with my absolute favourite brand new totally amazing band, HONNE:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I started this blog in 2012 when I was 16. Life was great - still is - but I think I felt like there was this kind of void to fill. Almost like the life I was living didn't match up to the life I wanted and pictured in my head. Don't get me wrong, I was really happy, but there was this part of me that sort of felt incomplete. Does this sound really lame? Maybe. Writing lots and posting fun photos and interacting with other bloggers filled that hole and everything was fantastic. But a time came a year or two ago when I found that not blogging for a week didn't feel that weird at all. Like, I didn't feel compelled to sit down and bash out 1000 words about how I was feeling anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I stopped. Things especially dwindled once I moved to uni. That was also the time my boyfriend and I got more serious, so I was focusing on him and all my new pals and staying in touch with my family and friends from back home that blogging took a back seat. And I didn't really miss it at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This blog has never been a fashion or beauty focused blog, but that's what most people are interested in reading so that's what I used to try and write about. But it's not really me. You know, I was reading back over some old blog posts here last week and the one I enjoyed the most was my summary of Summer 2014. That was such a good time and I'm so glad I sat down here and took the time to write about it. Likewise, I posted about my first two weeks at uni and I found them so fun to read back on. I love documenting my life because I love looking back on it and remembering the person I was. It's not that I would say I've particularly changed, but I like reading about what 16 year old me thought about everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I suppose this is kind of a pledge to myself to start blogging again. Not for page views (which I used to be obsessed with) or comments or follows (likewise) but for me. This is my little spot on the internet (cheesy line, I know) and it houses so much of my thoughts and personality from the past almost 4 years that it would be such a waste, such a shame, to give it up now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's my 20th birthday tomorrow so I'm writing this now on my last day of being a teenager. My teens have been incredible so I'm hoping to do a little summary post (my favourites to read back!) later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over and out xo.</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-59636361789814435822015-12-28T15:39:00.000+00:002015-12-28T15:39:09.744+00:00Christmas 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think this is the longest period of time I've gone without blogging since I started this all in August 2012. I've been really busy with a ton of uni work, lots of job-work, volunteering, seeing my friends, family and boyfriend, and just general merriment. So busy, in fact, that I totally forgot to blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been at home from uni since Friday 18th December and I've just spent all my time enjoying beautiful South London. I also worked a couple of shifts at my old McDonald's for $$$ but generally I've been relaxing and taking a break from all the stress at uni. I miss my housemates though - mainly watching TV with them for six hours a day every day (it's our way of winding down, okay?!), but it's so nice to have my mum's homecooked food and to go on runs with my dad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We went up to my grandma's on Christmas Eve up until today to spend Christmas there, as we have done every single year of my life. We had a lovely time, ate lots of lovely food, and gave/ received lots of lovely presents. Not to sound too shallow or anything, but I think this is probably one of the best present hauls of my life, so obviously I'm very grateful. I feel like this is the only place I'm going to post about presents because I just think posting photos on actual social media is a bit... tacky? I'm not really feeling that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love druzy stone jewellery so when my uncle showed me these beautiful earrings on Etsy I fell in love. They're just so perfect!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think my favourite present is potentially this dressing gown. I can't believe at the ripe old age of 19 that my favourite present is a bloody dressing gown. A beautiful one though. It's so cosy and I love the tartan print. It has pockets and a hood and a soft snuggly inside. It's from the men's section at M&S if you want to go and grab yourself one. You won't regret it, I promise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope you all had a fabulous Christmas, ate lots of delicious food, and spent time with your lovely families. I'll try to write a 2015 review post but it's highly likely that I'll forget or just will be too lazy. We'll see!</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-46096536341091395452015-11-05T12:54:00.000+00:002015-11-05T12:54:48.905+00:00Why I'm proud to work for McDonald's<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I work at McDonald's. I've never been embarrassed about that. I started working at a branch in South London when I was 17 years old and still in sixth form. I worked 16 hours at the weekends and squeezed all my A level work in during the week. I made great friends at that job and looked forward to my shifts there. I remember getting really angry when one of my "friends" (but really she was just a girl in our friendship group who I didn't get on with) said, "my dad wants to know what <i>your parents</i> think of you working at <i>McDonald's</i>". And my response was something like "well they're proud that I actually have a job and that I'm earning my own money". I was the only person in our group of friends who had a job - a group of friends made up of ten people. I was livid that she was getting all snooty about me working at the world's biggest fast food chain when she was still living off her parents.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm 19 now and McDonald's is still the only job I've ever had. When I moved up to Chester last year for university, I landed a job at the biggest McDonald's in town within a week. While at the South London branch I'd been a "customer care assistant" which basically meant chatting to customers and wiping down tables, in Chester I worked in the kitchens. I learnt how to make every single item of food on the menu, and how to make it quickly and to a high standard. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've recently been made a "customer care assistant" again so I'm getting to know the regular customers in Chester's McDonald's, while sweeping the floor a bit and filling up the ketchup pumps. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been with the company for two years now and so I've had a number of pay rises. McDonald's really do treat their staff well. I've never been denied a day off and I'm on the same pay as Waitrose staff now. Why would I ever want to leave this glorious company? I can request shifts whenever I want, or swap scheduled shifts for a more convenient time. It's so easy to fit it all in around my uni work and lectures, or for when I want to go back home to London for the whole summer. It's just so <i>chilled</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You learn so much working at McDonald's. I don't know any other job where you're trained to work on tills, gain valuable transferrable customer service skills, use industrial vat fryers and grills, stock items, trained to use industrial strength cleaning products and which chemicals to mix with which others, how to get a toilet looking sparkling clean in 30 seconds, take orders <i>like a waitress</i> and bring food over <i>like a waitress </i>(all with no tips!), and so so so much more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">People who've worked in both fast food and in shops say that working in McDonald's uses a much greater range of skills than other jobs in retail. It's such a fast paced, high intensity environment to work in but it's also so rewarding. I wish that McDonald's workers didn't have a reputation as being stupid and worthless because we're not. A lot of us are students, working to buy textbooks and our weekly food shops, while some are parents who need money to pay rent and provide for their children. It's a job, and a fairly decent one at that. Don't knock it.</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-18673009660970235352015-10-31T11:57:00.000+00:002015-10-31T11:57:26.503+00:00A fortnight in photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been feeling like this blog has been starved of photos to accompany the posts lately so I had a little look through my phone's album to see what I wanted to stick on here. All of these posts kind of range from late September to early October - the time when I was packing everything up at home to move back to uni for second year. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">22nd September. I saw Jess on this day. We went to Camden for a spot of shopping and a trip to Honest for lunch. We also went to Selfridges on Oxford Street and had a wander around Liberty's. I bought this really cute dress in Traid, Camden for something like £13. It fits so nicely and I love the crushed velvet look (even if I am about four years too late there).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">22nd September. A close up of aforementioned velvet dress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">23rd September. This was the day I went to a cute cafe for lunch with my friends Lola and Will. I sent them a quick OOTD picture with the caption "yay or nay?" because I wasn't 100% sure about this outfit. I love it now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">23rd September. I bought these really pretty earrings in Claire's with Lola and Will once we'd finished lunch. They're part Swarovski crystal which is pretty cool and I've been loving wearing them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">23rd September. A close up of the beautiful earrings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">25th September. The day before I left for uni, my mum and I went for afternoon tea at the Ebb and Flow cafe that's just opened in our town. It was only a tenner per person and was absolutely delicious. It was also a really nice way to say goodbye to my mama. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">30th September. (Well, the night of 29th September.) This was a really fun night out. It was a Tuesday night which is gay night in Chester. It's always a lot of fun on Tuesdays; the music is fabulously cheesy, the drag queen DJ is amazing, and there's always facepainting! For reasons unknown to me, I asked for a glittery rat, and a glittery rat is what I got. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1st October. The floors in our house aren't sparkling clean because it's a student house lived in by hundreds of students before us, and there's a special kind of student dirt on the floors which can never seem to be scrubbed away. For this reason, my housemates and I decided to invest in some slippers from Primark. They're so cute and I kind of want to go back and buy every single colour there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2nd October. I had fajitas the night before this for dinner, and so the next day with the leftovers I made fajita chicken and cheese toasties. It was delicious.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5th October. This masterpiece is entirely <i>mine.</i> No one else's pen ever touched any part of it which I'm so proud of. We coloured in three of these patterns and put them all the wall going upstairs to give the house a touch of cute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5th October. Here's a little action shot of the process. (PS. <i>days</i> is not an exaggeration, these things take forever.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8th October. This is what the majority of my day looks like, every day. The table is disgusting and the TV is tiny but I'm wearing my cute pyjamas and slippers so it can kind of be forgotten.</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-26654987627686702352015-10-16T16:46:00.000+01:002015-10-16T16:46:23.379+01:00Grow<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Written on Sunday 4th October.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm back at uni, yay! I've been back for eight days now, but I had a really lovely last couple of days at home in London last week before heading up to Chester. I had lunch with my two best friends in a really cute new cafe in our town, followed by a shopping trip and lots of laughter. I also did a <i>huge </i>shop with my mum and got an early Christmas present, a blender! I can finally jump on the smoothie bandwagon!!! My mum and I also went for afternoon tea on the Friday of last week which was absolutely delicious. I can't really be bothered to put pictures into this post now but I might do a whole separate post full of photos and little captions later on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As Chester is a solid four hour drive from where I live in South London, my dad and I usually stop off at my grandma's house in the midlands the night before to break up the journey a bit. My grandma was a total babe; she bought some pork pie for me because she knows how much I absolutely love it, and she also had some J2Os lurking about which completely made my evening!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My dad and I ran the Parkrun in Birkenhead the following morning and made a pitstop at McDonald's for a spot of breakfast. Then he deposited me and my bags at my uni house and began his six hour drive back home. The rugby world cup caused terrible traffic so he didn't get back until the evening which made me feel a bit bad for picking a uni so far away. It took me three hours to unpack everything I brought with me and then my housemate Amy and I spent a solid eight hours watching TV. Given that we didn't have a TV in our uni house last year, it's such a luxury having one this year and we all like to gather round it for a spot of Jeremy Kyle or Judge Rinder!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On Sunday, I hit up Aldi and here's a very boring list of what I bought:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm kind of trying to do the healthy eating thing but I do still need things like pizza and chips, of course. I've made three smoothies in this past week so I feel like I'm kind of on my way to a healthier diet as I'm used to having like two portions of fruit/veg a week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>This is where I stopped writing and couldn't be arsed to finish it off and post it. So, here we are 12 days later. I'll try to pick up where I left off.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's currently 4.36pm on Friday 16th October and I'm sat in my room. I finished my last seminar of the week a couple of hours ago, after which I came home, made some Supernoodles and watched Salem Falls on TV. This marks the end of my second week of lectures and already I can tell how much harder this year is going to be than last year. I'm feeling a bit out of my depth already which is pretty tragic given that I've only had four lectures and ten seminars in total.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I seem to spend most of my time watching TV with my housemates and bitching about how messy the whole house is. Basically, I live with pigs and it's all a fucking state. My one other tidy housemate and I proposed the idea of a cleaning rota today because when pasta is constantly blocking the kitchen plughole and there's brown foam dried onto the floor of the shower, you know it's time to do something. But no, no one else seems to give a shit that we're living in squalor. I'm not even like a neat freak or OCD or anything but I don't like it when there's not even room to put a plate on the kitchen counter. Anyway, I'll stop ranting about the kitchen and just wrap things up now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm aware that this is like a <i>super </i>convoluted post which is probably because I'm attempting to smoosh 12 days together in two paragraphs. I also need to be up mega early tomorrow because I'm giving accommodation and campus tours for our university's open day from 9am till 4pm. God help me. It's probably time for me to sit down in front of the TV with a spoon and a jar of Nutella.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you're all well and loving life in your probably very tidy and clean houses. xo</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-22427603690885201322015-09-17T20:04:00.000+01:002015-09-17T20:07:45.261+01:00And she needs you<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time drags when you're lonely. My parents are in Rome with my Grandma. My three best friends are - coincidentally - also in Rome, a little holiday paid for by their £6000+ student loans from last year. My loan - due to a "high household income" - was a piss poor £3600 that didn't even cover my year's rent, so I definitely couldn't use the money to pay for a trip to Rome with them now. And m</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">y brother is shut away in his room upstairs playing Minecraft and Skyping his friends, so he's not of much use in the way of alleviating my boredom. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My boyfriend did come over and stay Tuesday and Wednesday night, to keep me from feeling too lonely. It was really great: we watched a lot of Friends episodes (as per usual), and ordered Dominos on Tuesday night. Yesterday, we hit up Honest in Tooting and both had the "special" burger which had bacon and sauerkraut, amongst other yummy things. We got caught in the rain quite spectacularly and the three minute sprint back to the car had us both looking like we'd just stepped out of the shower.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last night consisted of watching The Wolf Of Wall Street (I know I'm a little late to the party but OMG, it was so good!) and more Friends. I also cooked for him for the first time - it's usually him in the kitchen because I'm kind of a shit cook - and he happened to actually really like my incredibly basic parmesan-baked chicken dish. Wahaaay! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He went home this morning though as he's going back to uni tomorrow and was spending one last day with his family today. So that's left me all on my lonesome ownsome since 11am and I don't think I've ever had a longer nine hours in my life. I keep looking at the clock and expecting it to be like 10pm, but really, as I'm writing this, it's only just quarter to eight. I miss my parents and my friends and it's kind of making my heart ache a little bit to know I'm not seeing my boyfriend for four weeks now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think we both kind of took the one mile distance between our houses for granted, a bit, this summer. We would see each other maybe two or three times a week, compared to the once a month it is at uni. I've just got so used to seeing him whenever I want that it's going to be so hard to do the long distance relationship thing again at uni. I know that I'll get used to it, just like I was used to it for the whole last year of uni, but I'm really crap at saying goodbye and I always cry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not even a super emotional person but I've been feeling a bit teary all day. When I'm feeling a bit low like today, all I really want is someone in the room with me. Even if it's just my dad watching TV at the other end of the room, or my mum cooking while I'm sat at the table, it makes me feel a whole lot better. I don't think I could ever live by myself. I'm such a people person and being alone on the regs would probably break me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One year ago today was the first time that my boyfriend and I first said the "L-word" to each other. We'd both like, <i>known,</i> for a couple of months but since it was kind of a Ross-And-Rachel situation, neither of us said anything. On the day that we confessed our luuuurve for each other, we had a fab burger in Pitt Cue, went to Angel Comedy Club, sat at Southbank at midnight, and went to the Duck and Waffle afterwards. It was such a lovely, magical day/night, even when we got totally lost in Streatham and didn't get home till close to 5am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was one of my favourite days I've ever spent with him and I'm sorry for sounding so soppy but I get nostalgic <i>a lot </i>and being all by myself in this dark, cold house with no one to snuggle up to doesn't help matters. I miss my boyfriend, I miss my parents, and I miss my student-loan-rich best friends. I can't wait till they all get back tomorrow because today has been pretty tragic. Time really, <i>really</i> drags when you're lonely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've kept this pretty short and sweet because, really, how much is there to say about your nail colour? But also, let's make a bid to bring back the feature nail because then I won't feel so tragically out of date if everyone else is doing it too.</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-20855977709683960152015-09-14T14:14:00.000+01:002015-09-14T14:14:21.895+01:00Everyday makeup 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let me kick things off by saying that I am definitely aware that these photos are very amateur and I'm not really trying to present myself as a beauty guru wannabe. I used to do quite a few beauty-related posts and it was kind of fun, so I miss it a bit. I'm not as interested in makeup reviews and beauty blogs anymore but I still wear the stuff every day, like probably 99% of girls my age.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First, I use Neutrogena's grapefruit moisturiser all over my face. I'm prone to getting a lot of tiny little dry patches on my face, especially when I step out of the shower, but this stuff sorts it right out. I've been using it since the summer of 2013 which is a long time when I think about it. I love it because it's not at all greasy and it gets my skin ready for the next steps of this very amateur beauty routine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is my very favourite makeup-related discovery EVER. I was flying back home from Zurich in the summer of 2012 and picked up one of those free but very posh fashion/beauty magazines. There was an advert in it for this Garnier BB cream and it came with a little sample packet stuck on the page. I tried it out when I got home and it was love at first swatch. (Can you swatch BB creams? I think so...) Anyway, I wear this every single day. It's quite moisturising, but not too greasy so it doesn't leave you looking shiny. 10/10, you need to try it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I could only use makeup product for the rest of my life, it would be concealer, hands down. I need it to cover up my purple eye bags and the spots I always seem to have. I've tried seemingly every single high street brand's concealer, from Collection's famous "lasting perfection" concealer (which I found to be the worst of them all!), to Maybelline, to Boots' own brand, 17. I've stuck with Revlon since last summer because it gives the best coverage, it's long lasting, and it doesn't break the bank. It's not 100% perfect though so if you know of one which you think is better, please let me know!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not at all fussy about powder. It's all the same to me, really. It just does the job. I do wear powder every day but the brand is about as important as umm... something which is really not important. I picked this one up in Asda for a pound or two, but I know that when it's all used up, I'll just buy one from wherever I happen to be shopping when I remember that I need more powder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I found this mascara purely by accident. Well, I say "<i>I</i> found it", but really it was my mum. She bought it and then realised it had one of those curved wands when she only likes the straights ones. I, however, love the curved wands so she gave it to me. I think Maybelline's mascaras have the best formula and the brushes don't really allow for clumpy lashes, which is always a bonus. This one is the cat eyes one, but again, the writing has rubbed off from being manhandled and chucked in many a bag.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is something I don't use every single day because it's <i>very </i>sparkly. It's the Body Shop's shimmer waves blusher/bronzer in the colour coral. It's just the right shade of pinky-goldy-goodness and I love it. It's a bit pricey; I wouldn't normally pay £16 for a little thing like this but I've been wearing it most days since last April and it's still not finished so I'd say it's worth it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A lip colour I've really been loving at the moment is L'Oreal's Colour Riche 380 shade which is luminous coral. It's a nice pinky colour, but not too pink. It's also really moisturising and the packaging is so pretty. I'm such a sucker for cute packaging and having a lipstick you really <i>love </i>is something I think is important!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Excuse my selfie but here's the finished look. I always feel a bit weird posting photos of just my face but this is a suitable occasion, right? It's quite a simple makeup look and doesn't really take more than five minutes. I tend to leave my brows alone but I feel like they've been looking a bit sparse lately, so if you know a good brow powder thingy, let me know!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last week, my parents, brother and I flew out to Germany - as we have done every summer of my life - to visit my mum's family. My mum is German born and raised but left the country at the tender age of 19 to become an au pair in England. She loved suburban Southampton so much that she decided never to move back home, and instead moved to South London where she met my dad. Anyway, that's a story for another day, but the point is that half of my family live in Bavaria and we went there to visit them last week. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm sure I've mentioned before that my parents are avid hikers and lovers of all things mountain. This is how I found myself at the top of two mountains over the course of the week. The first set of pictures below were taken by yours truly at the top of Nebelhorn, a huge ass mountain in the village of Oberstdorf. Nebelhorn is a ridiculous 7297 feet tall so we didn't actually climb this one - we took the cable car up. The views were stunning but I got sunburnt hella bad on the backs of my legs and on my parting in my hair. It started peeling two days ago so now I look like I have terrible dandruff. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The other mountain I mentioned was the Pfander (lil umlaut on the A in Pfander but I don't know how to do it...). This one is part of the Alps on the German-Austrian border only about four miles or something from Lindau, where my mum and her family come from, and where the family still live. Lindau is where we stay every summer and it's become a second home to me. The Pfander sits in the Austrian town of Bregenz, which you may have heard of if you're a James Bond fan - apparently one of the films is set there but I really don't have a clue as to which one. The mountain is only 3491 feet tall so we climbed up there. There were some fabulous photo opportunities of Bregenz from half way up, and lovely views from the top. Cue pretty photos. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These last photos below are rushed little snaps taken on our first night in Lindau. After dinner, we went for a walk around the island and I took some quick photos to send to my friend on WhatsApp. Seeing the mountains on the other side of the lake is a view you become so accustomed to when staying in Lindau that it almost stops being spectacular. I know these photos don't do it justice at all but the sun was out and it's a way to remember our lovely first evening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope you're all having a lovely summer. Have you been away anywhere nice?</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-10946634110227085032015-08-20T21:46:00.000+01:002015-08-20T21:46:30.235+01:00Staycation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last Thursday, I embarked on an adventure - kind of. It felt like an adventure to me because I was doing proper adulty-type things, and I still feel like a fourteen year old trapped in a nineteen year old's body, so it was pretty wild. I packed up a huge suitcase full of things like toilet paper, and bed sheets, and a rug, and hopped in my friend's car to catch a lift to the tube station. From there, I went up to Euston and, when I arrived, lugged my suitcase up three staircases to the main station bit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Stairs?" I hear you ask... "but Euston has many an escalator...". You're right, but I was an absolute idiot and went the wrong way, resulting in precisely zero escalators and probably about fifty six thousand steps. I don't know how I managed to go the wrong way; the tube trip from Morden to Euston is a journey I've done probably 20 times by myself, but of course the time I would mess up is the time when I had a 100kg suitcase. Like, as I lifted it up the stairs, I felt my left eyelid pulsing, I was trying that hard. And I'm not even a weedy skinny gal, I'm the girl that my manager put in the kitchen to lift heavy shit because I look, erm, sort of robust. Probably burned a few calories though...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I waited for my train and then when the platform was announced, I power walked there because I <i>needed</i> a good spot for my suitcase. Come too late and you'll have to put it in that dodgy bit by the toilets and doors, which no one wants. I nearly ran over an old man who was going at snails' pace in the main walkway to the platform. If you're going to come to London, walk fast, and if you can't walk fast, don't walk in the middle of the fucking path. Anyway, I was the second person on my carriage (<i>result!!!!</i>) so the suitcase situation was perfect.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is definitely the laziest summer of my life. I've only just got my old job back today (despite job hunting for the past 3 months!), so since I moved back home, I've just been sitting around crying about my state of unemployment. But not now, my friends. Now, I managed to convince my old boss to give me back my minimum wage job at McDonald's so that I can actually earn some money to pay for rent next year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In between stressing out about jobs, I've done some cool-ish things. I've been on some midnight walks with my boyfriend and we did that really lame thing that only couples in movies do where you find a tree to lie under and look up at the stars. Here is said tree.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I also went to a Harry Potter pub quiz, and out of about 15 teams, we came second! I say "we" but it was actually just me because none of my team mates actually knew/cared that much about Harry Potter? We were only a couple of points away from winning the £130 prize pot, which is a bit gutting, but I did enjoy receiving a silver medal and bags upon bags of sweets and dodgy looking cans of beer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The majority of my days, however, have been spent in this ensemble, sitting around in my house. I'm actually wearing this lil hoody/pyjama combo as I'm typing this. I don't have many friends back at home anymore. At sixth form, we had a friendship group of about 10 of us, so I had 10 best friends who I could call upon at any one time if I wanted to go to the cinema, or go shopping, or just have a movie day at my house. But a couple of weeks before we all went to uni, we had this huge blowout row and we all took sides lol. Our group is totally split now so I only have 4 close friends at home now. Except one of them moved to Devon with her mum, so really it's only 3. And one of them lives an hour away, and the other works full time now, so really it's only 1. That's a bit depressing, isn't it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm just kind of excited to get back to uni now, because that's where all my close friends are. I'm so excited about moving into our new house! A post about that will come when I actually get up there, so you can expect lots of photos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's all for now. Like I said, my life right now just involves eating pizza sat in front of my laptop, so there's not a great deal to report. As of tomorrow though, I'm a working woman! I hope you're all happy and well. Shout out to the same seven people who read all of my blog posts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Looking through old photos is one of my favourite things to do. Over the past week or so, my dad and I have been through thousands of photographs, which were stored under my parents' bed, and sorted them into different categories for each year, and then chronologically within each year. Whilst doing this, I found some absolute <i>gems </i>which I wanted to share!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was taken around 1999, I think. Lord knows what was happening with my hair but I can promise I never went out in public like that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm going to hazard a guess and say maybe 1997? I look about a year old, right? What I find amazing is that eyeballs don't really grow so like, my eyes are the same size now as they are there, but they look so tiny now because my face got so big.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is me (left) and my primary school best friend. We were probably 7 or 8 years old, so it's probably 2003/2004. I don't know why we ever thought matching tshirts were a good idea!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is definitely June 2002, because it was to celebrate the Queen's Golden Jubilee. We had to dress up as something to do with London, so here's me starring as Big Ben. I </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">don't look too happy about it but the hat is really a work of art. Credit to my dad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is probably April 1996 because I look pretty newborn. My parents say I look like an alien here. It's not really a good look, is it? How can one person get so <i>red.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hahahaha, I call this one "look who doesn't want to get baptised". I was baptised in Germany because all my family are from there and apparently this is traditional German-baby-baptism gear. Like what is even up with that hat? No wonder I was crying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally, there's this beauty. It might well be one of the most disgusting photos taken of me of all time. Is that jam? Who knows. But at least I look kind of happy about it (-ish)! Always loved my food.</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-73061013094955645172015-07-13T13:16:00.001+01:002015-07-13T13:16:25.427+01:00I PASSED FIRST YEAR<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On Friday 10th July, I found out that I've passed my first year of university. I was maybe 90% sure I hadn't failed, but it's just nice to have it confirmed. About 60% of my mark is made up of assessments and essays I've handed in over the course of the year, and the other 40% is from exams I sat in June. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My assessment marks were a bit up and down throughout the three semesters - that is to say they fluctuated dramatically. Most of them were in the 2.1 range, but I've gone as high as 80, and as low as 47. How? I don't bloody know. In two of my four exams, I managed to get firsts, and I got a 2.1 in the third exam. But in the last one I got 43... that is nearly a fail?!?!?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, to conclude, I nearly failed one module, I got 2.1s in two of them, and a first in another. That all comes out as a nice solid 2.1 which is alright given that this has been the laziest year of my life. Luv being a student.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope anyone else at uni is happy with their results for this year, u rock. Bring on second year!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">PS. I don't mean to sound like a smug bitch but I just want to be able to look back at this in like five years and know what I got (because I have already lost the link to the results page lol...).</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-16469171365045492492015-07-13T13:03:00.000+01:002015-07-13T13:03:21.202+01:00Wednesday 1st July<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not really a fan of hot weather. I hate sweating and not being able to cool down, and - most of all - I hate having to shave my legs every time I want to wear a skirt of dress. I'm a hairy-leg-lovin kind of gal, and picking up the razor is something which I sort of dread, even though I'm not prepared to show the world my leg hair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally, I thought I should dedicate a section to these shoes. You beautiful things, you're my first pair of sandals in about eight years. You were £12 from Primark, a total bargain, and you fit my feet like you were made for me. I've been wearing you at least five times a week since you came into my life over a month ago. I'm sorry I've scuffed you a little at the front - I'm very clumsy - but it just shows how well-worn and well-loved you are. You go with every single outfit I wear, so I don't even mind that sometimes you stain my feet grey because you're made with a really cheap material.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel like everyone should have a pair of sandals for the summer that they're absolutely in love with. This is mine!</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-3111313615074370412015-06-24T17:32:00.000+01:002015-06-24T17:32:08.714+01:00GOODBYE FIRST YEAR<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do not understand how it's been over three weeks since I wrote a blog post. Since I last blogged, I've done two more exams, officially finished my first year of university, packed up my whole room, and moved back home until October. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought I'd just post the last few photos I'd taken in my beautiful little uni room which I miss so much. This is going to be a bit of a thrown-together post but I promise I'll get back into the swing of things again soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spot of revision-posing with my notes for my final exam. Right after this, I headed to McDonald's with my housemate and we both chowed down a Miami Special meal in a matter of seconds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My darling little university bed which I miss so much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is where it gets embarrassing. I wore this outfit for our end of exams blowout where I got horrifically drunk and was sick all up my bathroom's walls. Nice one, Kate. Celebrating ending uni in style.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here I am at predrinks. I do not remember taking this photo, which I think speaks for itself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Don't remember this either. Nope.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is what I wore for my very last night at uni as a first year, 12 days ago. We went to a really shitty party before heading to the students' union where we had Becky Hill performing. I'd packed up nearly my whole room when I took this photo. My housemate and I ended up in our little house at 2.30am cooking smiley face waffles (who remembers those?!?!) for about six people who we'd never met.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I slept for a couple of hours that night and got up at 5am for my dad to pick me up and bring me and all my stuff home. It was a wild 12 hours but it was so great. I'm really happy to be home now though, with all my mum's great cooking and my best friend and boyfriend just a mile or two away from me, not 200. Life is good.</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-83784895120271487592015-06-02T00:10:00.001+01:002015-06-02T00:12:07.186+01:00Wedding theme - 02/06/15<div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 600px;">
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Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-55121776659169083672015-06-01T23:20:00.000+01:002015-06-01T23:20:29.745+01:00Revision innit<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Revision sucks. We all know that but we all do it because we have to. Or we fail. I've been revising-but-not-really these past couple of weeks for my four end of year exams. First year doesn't count (not that my mum believes me when I tell her that!) so I'm not too stressed and I haven't actually been working terribly hard. It's funny because on this day a year ago, I was working my arse off for my A level exams, and <a href="http://letscapturethecastle.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/do-you-even-r-word.html#comment-form" target="_blank">I even blogged about it</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've had two exams which went okay-ish, and I've got another two lined up - one in three days and one in nine days. And then in 12 days, I'm packing up all my stuff and moving home!!!! I can't wait and, sad as it is to be leaving this beautiful little place I've called home since September, I'm so excited to be home for the summer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Despite never having set foot in the library to do work EVER in my time at uni, I made an exception a couple of weeks ago and, every couple of days, I've been trotting down there to do a lil bit of revision. I've even taken photos with my textbooks to prove it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See all that revision in the form of mind maps on the wall behind me?!?! Mama, I'm working!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It looks like I have a hideous growth on my ankle in that first picture so here's a hyper me showing you my normal sized ankle. I think I must have been delirious from all dat hard work. Not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's very unlikely that any other uni student in the entire fucking world is still doing exams, because it seems like everyone is finished and at home now, but if you are then I hope it's not too bad. Also, good luck, we can do this, and you ROCK. God, I'm getting all emosh about finishing first year. Here's to us (me)!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1349584976750240554.post-86018692724665553432015-05-14T14:08:00.000+01:002015-05-14T14:08:47.998+01:00Mid-May catchup<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How have I not blogged in nearly a month? I am terrible. I haven't really been up to much lately. I've just been very very very lazy. My boyfriend came to stay for a few nights last week which was nice and we had a gr8 time Snapchatting people photos of us in matching tshirts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I also <strike>made him</strike> asked him to cook for me and he whipped up a fabulous spaghetti carbonara. I am a firm believer in the idea that if you're a shit cook (like me) you should find someone who's a great cook so you don't starve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I handed in my final assessment of the academic year today which is exciting. I've slaved over nine assignments since November and I'm proud to say I've actually managed to get a first (78%???!!!) for my best one. I cried real tears of joy. In between doing essays and projects and recording people's voices and analysing their use of TH sounds (like if they say it as F, bla bla bla) I've been hitting da cluuubs a lot. Finding outfits to wear for a night out is so hard because I don't want to look too casj but it's tragic if you look too dressy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last night, I wore this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I picked up the top from Primark a couple of days ago for £4 and to not look like a total slut, I also grabbed a black bandeau. I think the lacy pattern is really pretty and looks cuuute with high waisted jeans!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you're all having a bangin May!</span>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704956835717196134noreply@blogger.com0