i love that nigel thornberry is meme-ing right now
remember kids, me and nessie were the first to spot this happening. we made nigel thornberry moustaches about two years ago and i have an entire photo album full of people wearing mine. i kept it on me at all times for emergencies. ♥
i’ve finished my first year of uni now, and i documented it all on my other tumblr: diaryofafresher. if you’re not already following it, and would like a taste of what life as a uni student is like, please check it out! click here to go right back to the beginning.
if you’re thinking of going to uni soon - or are starting this year - and have any questions about any aspect of life as a student, please click here to ask them!
i’m reading back through it all right now and reminiscing on the year; it’s been amazing. enjoy! ♥
and it was the sweetest thing. i haven’t been there in eight years, so to walk into the lobby and through the corridors was so, so weird - i went there between the ages of four and eleven, and that portion of my life came flooding right back to me. half my old teachers still work there, and they couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw me - but that was nothing compared to the kids’ reactions. i was there to help make scenery and props for their school play (which is all about the beatles - how awesome is that?), and when i walked into the classroom with my mum (who works there), all these little girls gathered round me going “ooh, who are you?” and staring with fascination at my hair and clothes. i went to paint props in a quiet side-room, and this one little boy peeped in, took one look at me and ran off to tell his friends, going, “WHOA, come and look at this pretty lady!”. they all proceeded to peep in at me, going “oooooh!”. i felt like an exhibition at the zoo, but it absolutely made my day. ♥
i’m getting back into my writing again, feeling inspired for my photography, eating well, having really good fitness sessions and just feeling overall fantastic. the summer’s barely kicked off and there are already wonderful things on the horizon; house parties, campouts, bike rides, ice creams on the beach, airsoft on dartmoor and hopefully a gallery full of new art and literature. cannot wait! ♥
words cannot describe how inspirational his life, and the way he writes about it, is. he has a disease which he knows will eventually kill him, yet he just has so much acceptance of it that he can be endlessly positive and even humorous about it. his stories really put everyday problems that we waste so much time worrying about into perspective. he is a truly incredible human being worthy of total admiration. ♥
just had a pretty intense solo rock-out sesh to bohemian rhapsody in the kitchen
a little tribute to all the nights we spent in live lounge, going crazy to all the classic rock anthems, knocking back the disgusting £1 glasses of rosé, refusing to stop until they closed at four a.m. - grabbing the ritualistic cheeseburger from maccy d’s on the way home as the sun started to rise, bursting in drunkenly through our bedroom doors and falling asleep to the dawn chorus.
it seriously cannot just be my own filthy mind that translates the wand descriptions in harry potter to phallic imagery, can it? apparently, viktor krum’s is “thicker than normal” and “quite rigid” - while harry’s is “nice and supple”, and an inch bigger. ooh-err.
this is why reading through the books and changing “wand” to “willy” each time yields the most brilliant results: “something huge and white erupted from the end of harry’s willy.”
you know you're british when all four seasons happen in one day
it’s been sunny, it’s been chilly, it’s rained torrentially - and now the sun’s setting, sending all the clouds wonderful fiery shades of orange, purple and red; with a gentle rain falling that’s catching the light and reaching the earth as drops of gold.
jack bought her for me a long time ago from the junk shop in town, and i’m yet to actually take any pictures with her - i’ve spent ages today delicately cleaning her and checking all the parts are operational, researching them in depth so i know how to use her. i need to get hold of 120 film and test her out! the bellows are intact, the shutter operates perfectly and there’s no visible damage (except for a little rust), so hopefully i’ll be able to take some lovely old-looking photos with her soon. i’ve called her genevieve. ♥
after the vet told us she’s obese (i could just see her eyes going “how dare you? i’m still wearing a bikini to the beach, bitch, and you can’t stop me!”), we are only supposed to be giving her one bowl of her medicated munchies every day, and no wet food, to help her lose some kittyfat.
do you know why that’s impossible? because if she doesn’t get her wet food, or is even slightly peckish, she wails and wails at the top of the stairs all night until someone gets up and feeds her; scratching at the doors, bashing the cat-flap with her paws and making a general racket. then, once she’s been fed, she just lazes about on her back all day like a right fatty.
solution: i’m buying her a collar and lead so we can go on runs together, whether she likes it or not. i will literally be her feline personal trainer until she shifts that belly of hers! wish us luck. c:
i got home from uni, exhausted after a long year of learning, maturing and responsibility - and they made me a lovely cup of tea and told me to come and watch something on mum’s tv. they’d found an old tape of me and my cousins when we were little; the first part was of me aged about eight months, playing with an adorable ginger tabby kitten at my auntie’s house. all the adults had hilarious eighties hair still, and my golden halo of ringlets was in a cute little ponytail. the most wonderful thing about this recording, by far, was my grandma - she looked just as i remembered her, tall and elegant, in her gypsy skirt and poofy top, floor-length hair piled high on her head. she was playing with me and talking to me in her lovely irish accent, holding my hands to help me walk and dance with her. i loved my grandma so much, and even though i can’t remember that particular day it brought all our memories back. i went on to play with the kitten for hours, giggling in almost the exact same way i do now, every time it did a little leap or pounce.
the next few were of me and my cousins, at about three years old, on holiday in devon - throwing pebbles into the sea, feeling the chilly waves lap at our feet and squealing, trying to catch crabs in the rockpools. i remember these times so much better, and the thrill of paddling on the beach for the first time is still so clear a memory. another one was of the first time we went to pecorama, a miniature railway park - i was sitting on my dad’s knee for the whole ride in the tiny open carriage, happily going “woo woo!” like a train at every opportunity.
that video’s brought back so many memories, and really made me realise what a lovely childhood i had with my family. i feel all fuzzy. ♥