First of all I would like to apologise for my lack of blogging recently! I have a number of excuses, most of which I'm going to share with you because I feel I should excuse myself.
1) Exams. As I'm currently in my second year of college, in January I had to take a few exams which were rather important. In order to avoid retakes, I banned myself from social network sites and my blog. I'll tell you now, it wasn't easy. But I coped.
2) My birthday! At the start of February I turned the ripe old age of 18, and so being the drama queen I am, I took a whole week to dedicate to myself as my birthday week. Basically I spent the week eating and drinking shit, and doing whatever I wanted to do with a valuable excuse. It was fun.
3) College. Mmm, the lovely place it is. Recently I've been getting a lot of coursework along side deadlines and several books to read etc. All of which I don't mind, but would prefer to have a few days completely focusing on instead of dipping in and out.
That's about it really..3 excuses to excuse my month off blogging. I hope all 3 of my followers don't mind, I'm sure I wasn't greatly missed but I appreciate your follow so much that I felt I should tell you what's going on.
Cheers and gone!
X
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Saturday, 23 February 2013
Monday, 7 January 2013
Return to college |
There is something extremely unsatisfying about college. Now, you would think that after 14 years of being in education that I would have gotten used to having an education. But the fact of the matter is, by love of learning has slowly deterred away from the passionate 4 year old school girl I once was. Dont get me wrong, I love writing and I love reading...it's just that on a day to basis, the only question running through my head, is 'why am I doing the same thing everyday?'
Lets start at the beginning (for that is a very good place to start). Primary school? Absolutely loved it. Couldn't get enough of it. Back then the most drama would be who would be bridesmaid at the year 4 wedding at lunchtime. Another bonus, some may say, was the fact that my father was my head teacher. Some people would hate this - But nuh uh, not me. "Mr.Daddy", as I would call him, was the constant barrier that stopped me getting into trouble with my teachers; it was great! I also got to hang out with the staff in the staff room, which I loved because I could scoop up the gossip when they had their morning coffee, which I could later relay to my friends in the playground for the small fee of £0.02. (Destined to be a journalist, right?)
Secondary school was my down fall. Actually, scrap that. The first two years were great - no exams, no stress, easy. The only thing that was on my mind was how quickly it would take me to get from my current classroom to the canteen to avoid the queues. And then came year 9. Dreaded year 9, where the government had scraped SATs but in typical style, my school decided it was "best" to make us sit them anyway. Thank you verrrrry much.
If I'm honest, I didn't really have a 'clique' at school, which is why I think it sucked. Don't get me wrong, I joined as many clubs as I could - Jazz band, hand bells, extra French tuition, dance group etc. All of which I dreaded the thought of but loved when I was there, which is the case for most of the things I do these days. Then came year 10 and 11 holding EXAMS firmly in its paws. Back then I didn't stress over exams; well, I reckon I got the gene from both my brothers which meant I showed I wasn't that bothered but deep down, really cared.
After leaving school I was devastated. I know right? Just as soon as I leave the place, I morn over my loss of it and wish I could go back to the spoon fed lessons and corridors with strict rules about how to walk up and down them.
And now college. After swapping and changing subject about a million times (I am very indecisive, but when I want something- I go for it), I was happy with my subjects and sat my exams. I got my AS results when on holiday in St.Tropez (oooo), and was over the moon, and quite frankly, shocked with my grades. I made the promise to myself that I would try harder once I returned to the dreaded place in September..that promise lasted until my first day back of course.
It's not that I dont try hard, I do; as I said before, if I want something I will pursue it, its in my nature. Its just the day after day routine that grinds my gears. I like change and a mix up...both of which you cannot get when you are studying your A-levels.
So I have decided, that I will try and I will focus up until my exams, and once I go to University, I will experience all the change I like. Oh yes, I will be letting rip and unleashing all the amount of change I have wanted to experience over these 2 years at college..University? I hope you are ready for me.
Lets start at the beginning (for that is a very good place to start). Primary school? Absolutely loved it. Couldn't get enough of it. Back then the most drama would be who would be bridesmaid at the year 4 wedding at lunchtime. Another bonus, some may say, was the fact that my father was my head teacher. Some people would hate this - But nuh uh, not me. "Mr.Daddy", as I would call him, was the constant barrier that stopped me getting into trouble with my teachers; it was great! I also got to hang out with the staff in the staff room, which I loved because I could scoop up the gossip when they had their morning coffee, which I could later relay to my friends in the playground for the small fee of £0.02. (Destined to be a journalist, right?)
Secondary school was my down fall. Actually, scrap that. The first two years were great - no exams, no stress, easy. The only thing that was on my mind was how quickly it would take me to get from my current classroom to the canteen to avoid the queues. And then came year 9. Dreaded year 9, where the government had scraped SATs but in typical style, my school decided it was "best" to make us sit them anyway. Thank you verrrrry much.
If I'm honest, I didn't really have a 'clique' at school, which is why I think it sucked. Don't get me wrong, I joined as many clubs as I could - Jazz band, hand bells, extra French tuition, dance group etc. All of which I dreaded the thought of but loved when I was there, which is the case for most of the things I do these days. Then came year 10 and 11 holding EXAMS firmly in its paws. Back then I didn't stress over exams; well, I reckon I got the gene from both my brothers which meant I showed I wasn't that bothered but deep down, really cared.
After leaving school I was devastated. I know right? Just as soon as I leave the place, I morn over my loss of it and wish I could go back to the spoon fed lessons and corridors with strict rules about how to walk up and down them.
And now college. After swapping and changing subject about a million times (I am very indecisive, but when I want something- I go for it), I was happy with my subjects and sat my exams. I got my AS results when on holiday in St.Tropez (oooo), and was over the moon, and quite frankly, shocked with my grades. I made the promise to myself that I would try harder once I returned to the dreaded place in September..that promise lasted until my first day back of course.
It's not that I dont try hard, I do; as I said before, if I want something I will pursue it, its in my nature. Its just the day after day routine that grinds my gears. I like change and a mix up...both of which you cannot get when you are studying your A-levels.
So I have decided, that I will try and I will focus up until my exams, and once I go to University, I will experience all the change I like. Oh yes, I will be letting rip and unleashing all the amount of change I have wanted to experience over these 2 years at college..University? I hope you are ready for me.
Sunday, 6 January 2013
New year's resolutions |
Every new year, I always manage to mock the tradition of creating new years resolutions by saying that "my resolution is to think of one for next year". However my friends, 2013 is the year of change. Oooh! Instead of laughing in the face of this tradition, which I usual do due in impeccable "Bea-style" as I hate the thought of failing, I thought I would give it a whirl and see if it pushes me to strive for my goals - a win win if you think about it.
WATER. I cant get enough of the stuff...no really, I cant get enough. I most certainly do not drink the advised daily amount and the core reason why is just because I always forget. Forget to drink water? Stupid right. It's not that I dehydrate myself, I love tea - how very British of me, and I drink at least 8 mugs of the stuff everyday. After finding out that this does not count as the 2 liters of water I am meant to be indulging myself in, I had to reevaluate this life decision I made about fundamentally surviving on tea, and tea alone.
So my first resolution is to drink more water. From now on, I will be carting around a 2 liter plastic bottle everywhere I go, and slurping on it throughout the day (of course between the several mugs of tea I drink. And no, I will not stop drinking my tea).
DIARY. How very Anne Frank of me. My mum writes her life in her moleskin diary and because of this, is the most organised, controlling person I know (great, eh?). In order to become more organised, I too will be spending some dollah on a decent diary, so that I know what I should be doing, when I should be doing this. If you know me personally, you will most certainly know that I am late for everything. And I mean everything, in all aspects of my life. I am late every morning, for every lecture, to every meeting, for every Saturday shift at my work, for every coffee morning, for every shopping trip and for every piece of coursework or essay I hand in. I'm just a late person - and I hate late people. I'm not 100% sure how I've managed up until now to get away with being late for all these thing. Either I have very understanding peers or the fact that, as my father puts it, I have the gift of the gab. I can talk myself out of everything and anything. Any excuse, you name it, I've used it. But no more to those plentiful white lies I have told - I am going to get myself a diary and never be later for anything ever again (she says).
EXERCISE. A tricky topic for me, as I love it but i'm just so unfit. Don't get me wrong, i'm not obese with several heart conditions; I'm an average size 8-10 gal who has 10 years of dance training under her belt. That's right, I used to dance every single day of the week for 10 years before I threw in the towel because the commitment was driving me loony. I think its the fact that I went from this extreme exercise to absolute nothing, sit-on-my-ass all day phase that I became so unfit. The funny thing is I actually went to my doctor about a year ago because I thought I had breathing problems - truth is I am just unfit (cringe). I do love a good jog around my local area, but once I get started I cant stop. I will be running every day of the week and get obsessed with it before I eat a Terry's chocolate orange and think there's no point in carrying on anymore. And then I stop for a few weeks, and then I start again; alas the viscous circle continues. My next resolution is to going running twice, yes just twice, a week to help me transform into some sort of fitness goddess (a girl can only dream, right?).
So there are my resolutions. Only 3 because I am scared of failure...I'm even more scared now because I have written them on the internet and they will be here forever, to haunt me in July when i'm a dehydrated, fat shit who is late for everything.
WATER. I cant get enough of the stuff...no really, I cant get enough. I most certainly do not drink the advised daily amount and the core reason why is just because I always forget. Forget to drink water? Stupid right. It's not that I dehydrate myself, I love tea - how very British of me, and I drink at least 8 mugs of the stuff everyday. After finding out that this does not count as the 2 liters of water I am meant to be indulging myself in, I had to reevaluate this life decision I made about fundamentally surviving on tea, and tea alone.
So my first resolution is to drink more water. From now on, I will be carting around a 2 liter plastic bottle everywhere I go, and slurping on it throughout the day (of course between the several mugs of tea I drink. And no, I will not stop drinking my tea).
DIARY. How very Anne Frank of me. My mum writes her life in her moleskin diary and because of this, is the most organised, controlling person I know (great, eh?). In order to become more organised, I too will be spending some dollah on a decent diary, so that I know what I should be doing, when I should be doing this. If you know me personally, you will most certainly know that I am late for everything. And I mean everything, in all aspects of my life. I am late every morning, for every lecture, to every meeting, for every Saturday shift at my work, for every coffee morning, for every shopping trip and for every piece of coursework or essay I hand in. I'm just a late person - and I hate late people. I'm not 100% sure how I've managed up until now to get away with being late for all these thing. Either I have very understanding peers or the fact that, as my father puts it, I have the gift of the gab. I can talk myself out of everything and anything. Any excuse, you name it, I've used it. But no more to those plentiful white lies I have told - I am going to get myself a diary and never be later for anything ever again (she says).
EXERCISE. A tricky topic for me, as I love it but i'm just so unfit. Don't get me wrong, i'm not obese with several heart conditions; I'm an average size 8-10 gal who has 10 years of dance training under her belt. That's right, I used to dance every single day of the week for 10 years before I threw in the towel because the commitment was driving me loony. I think its the fact that I went from this extreme exercise to absolute nothing, sit-on-my-ass all day phase that I became so unfit. The funny thing is I actually went to my doctor about a year ago because I thought I had breathing problems - truth is I am just unfit (cringe). I do love a good jog around my local area, but once I get started I cant stop. I will be running every day of the week and get obsessed with it before I eat a Terry's chocolate orange and think there's no point in carrying on anymore. And then I stop for a few weeks, and then I start again; alas the viscous circle continues. My next resolution is to going running twice, yes just twice, a week to help me transform into some sort of fitness goddess (a girl can only dream, right?).
So there are my resolutions. Only 3 because I am scared of failure...I'm even more scared now because I have written them on the internet and they will be here forever, to haunt me in July when i'm a dehydrated, fat shit who is late for everything.
Saturday, 5 January 2013
Music changed my life |
A controversial topic to get my little blog up and started (and to also avoid any current English coursework which I owe to my lecturer).
I for one, only really discovered my taste of music a year ago. You may be thinking, geez, that's a little late for a 17 year old to find out what they enjoy listening to on a daily basis? And well, you're right my friends! Music is a huge part of my life - with a family completely and utterly absorbed in the stuff, I was a little late to jump on the bandwagon. Up until last year, I was quite happy listening to Reggie Yeates on a Sunday evening, telling me who the rest of the UK were downloading that week. I was partial to a bit of The Script and Nicki Minaj, (although I always questioned the lyrics, "you a stupid hoe"). And then I was introduced, by a new friend at the time, to Nirvana.
Oh yes, I was thrown right in there into this massive black hole of lyrics about sex, drugs and women - and it began to grow on me. Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I had never heard of Kurt Cobain before, my brothers used to belt out the tunes from Nevermind every evening after school, its just that I was never that interested in that time of my life. And I think, looking back, it was because I never thought outside of the box. I was used to living my perfectly normal life in Cornwall, with my normal friends, my normal clothes that I bought from the 2 shops I have in my local town (meaning everyone wore the same clothes) and my normal radio 1 music...Normal? I am speaking in the sense that to me, this was what I was absorbed in and how I thought I should be.
I listened to the album Bleach, I can hand on heart say that I actually think it changed my life. Lets quickly move away from the deep, soppy, over the top moment I was having there - rare for me. The lyrics spoke to me, alongside the melody and the whole story behind Cobain and why he made music. I quickly became obsessed with the band, to the point that I shut myself off from everything just to listen to them. I would turn my phone onto aeroplane mode so that nobody could contact me, I would come home from college at lunch times to listen to music in the calm of my own bedroom, I bleached the back - yes, just the back, of my hair blonde, I threw out all my old clothes and replaced them with black jeans, flannel shirts and converse. My appearance also took a beating as I transformed from a girl who never wore any make up, to a semi-emo wearing thick black eye make up and a permanent red lip. While I was there, I thought why not go the whole hog, and got my nose pierced and may I say, WITHOUT my parents permission (ooo, rebel).
You may be reading this thinking "wow, extreme impact from listening to one CD", and yes, but this whole new transformation was the version of 'me' that I wanted to be. I was fed of us conforming to the social norms of what society said I should look like and what I should listen to - at the age of 17, I had put my foot down and said NO MORE, all because of the way I had interpreted an album.
After realising that all my friends were drifting away from me as I voluntarily shut my self off, I explained to them that this is who I wanted to be from now on- not that my personality had changed, just the way I saw life. Being good friends, they seemed to accept it...well, I assume they did as we are still friends now. To this day they dont know who Kurt Cobain is though, and make remarks when I insist on playing Unplugged Live from New York in my car, but that's rock and roll...right?
I sort of "faded" out of this phase, the word faded being highlighted as Nirvana are still my favourite band and I refuse to listen to pop-culture music or shop in New Look. My appearance is also a more mellow version of what I changed it too, but I found my own style and way I like to present myself and now I just go with that.
Wow...this seems to have changed from a post about music to a post about how music changed my life, same thing though really isn't it? Music does change lives, and I think that if I hadn't listened to that one guy who handed me that Bleach album and insisted that I gave Nirvana a chance, I would still be living my mundane life inside the controlled body of somebody, that I didn't actually want to be.
So to that person, thank you.
And to Nirvana, thank you too - you beautiful people.
I for one, only really discovered my taste of music a year ago. You may be thinking, geez, that's a little late for a 17 year old to find out what they enjoy listening to on a daily basis? And well, you're right my friends! Music is a huge part of my life - with a family completely and utterly absorbed in the stuff, I was a little late to jump on the bandwagon. Up until last year, I was quite happy listening to Reggie Yeates on a Sunday evening, telling me who the rest of the UK were downloading that week. I was partial to a bit of The Script and Nicki Minaj, (although I always questioned the lyrics, "you a stupid hoe"). And then I was introduced, by a new friend at the time, to Nirvana.
Oh yes, I was thrown right in there into this massive black hole of lyrics about sex, drugs and women - and it began to grow on me. Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I had never heard of Kurt Cobain before, my brothers used to belt out the tunes from Nevermind every evening after school, its just that I was never that interested in that time of my life. And I think, looking back, it was because I never thought outside of the box. I was used to living my perfectly normal life in Cornwall, with my normal friends, my normal clothes that I bought from the 2 shops I have in my local town (meaning everyone wore the same clothes) and my normal radio 1 music...Normal? I am speaking in the sense that to me, this was what I was absorbed in and how I thought I should be.
I listened to the album Bleach, I can hand on heart say that I actually think it changed my life. Lets quickly move away from the deep, soppy, over the top moment I was having there - rare for me. The lyrics spoke to me, alongside the melody and the whole story behind Cobain and why he made music. I quickly became obsessed with the band, to the point that I shut myself off from everything just to listen to them. I would turn my phone onto aeroplane mode so that nobody could contact me, I would come home from college at lunch times to listen to music in the calm of my own bedroom, I bleached the back - yes, just the back, of my hair blonde, I threw out all my old clothes and replaced them with black jeans, flannel shirts and converse. My appearance also took a beating as I transformed from a girl who never wore any make up, to a semi-emo wearing thick black eye make up and a permanent red lip. While I was there, I thought why not go the whole hog, and got my nose pierced and may I say, WITHOUT my parents permission (ooo, rebel).
You may be reading this thinking "wow, extreme impact from listening to one CD", and yes, but this whole new transformation was the version of 'me' that I wanted to be. I was fed of us conforming to the social norms of what society said I should look like and what I should listen to - at the age of 17, I had put my foot down and said NO MORE, all because of the way I had interpreted an album.
After realising that all my friends were drifting away from me as I voluntarily shut my self off, I explained to them that this is who I wanted to be from now on- not that my personality had changed, just the way I saw life. Being good friends, they seemed to accept it...well, I assume they did as we are still friends now. To this day they dont know who Kurt Cobain is though, and make remarks when I insist on playing Unplugged Live from New York in my car, but that's rock and roll...right?
I sort of "faded" out of this phase, the word faded being highlighted as Nirvana are still my favourite band and I refuse to listen to pop-culture music or shop in New Look. My appearance is also a more mellow version of what I changed it too, but I found my own style and way I like to present myself and now I just go with that.
Wow...this seems to have changed from a post about music to a post about how music changed my life, same thing though really isn't it? Music does change lives, and I think that if I hadn't listened to that one guy who handed me that Bleach album and insisted that I gave Nirvana a chance, I would still be living my mundane life inside the controlled body of somebody, that I didn't actually want to be.
So to that person, thank you.
And to Nirvana, thank you too - you beautiful people.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Welcome!
If you are reading this it means you have stumbled across my little blog and for that, I love you! I thought I would start my very first blog post with small Q and A so you can start to get to know me, and why I have begin this journey into the blogging community...
1. Why have you creating your own blog?
I have been reading blogs for about 2 years now and have always wanted to get involved but have been a bit scared nobody will be interested in reading what I have to say. However, after creating a few draft blogs and not having the courage to post them, I finally have. I enjoy writing and want to share what I write, even if I only have a small number of readers; and today I had the thought, if something makes you happy, why not?
2. Who are you?
My name is Bea and I live in the UK by the seaside in the South West. I like clothes, books and music - your average teenage girl I guess.
3. What is la vie de bea?
This is my very own and personal blog where I will be writing articles on anything interesting in my life, anything involving fashion, art, beauty, books, music..basically anything that makes me go 'ooooo'.
I hope this little Q and A gives you an insight into what may be to come, please come back if this kind of thing sounds like your cup of tea!
Merccci,
Bea x
1. Why have you creating your own blog?
I have been reading blogs for about 2 years now and have always wanted to get involved but have been a bit scared nobody will be interested in reading what I have to say. However, after creating a few draft blogs and not having the courage to post them, I finally have. I enjoy writing and want to share what I write, even if I only have a small number of readers; and today I had the thought, if something makes you happy, why not?
2. Who are you?
My name is Bea and I live in the UK by the seaside in the South West. I like clothes, books and music - your average teenage girl I guess.
3. What is la vie de bea?
This is my very own and personal blog where I will be writing articles on anything interesting in my life, anything involving fashion, art, beauty, books, music..basically anything that makes me go 'ooooo'.
I hope this little Q and A gives you an insight into what may be to come, please come back if this kind of thing sounds like your cup of tea!
Merccci,
Bea x
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