University life take 2

Good morning! Hello! Bonjour and all that trollop. Yes I am diving once again into the proverbial pool that is blogging, only this time I am far less interesting as I am back in Britain.

HOORAY! WHAT AN INTERESTING TAKE ON A BLOG. A STUDENT. IN BRITAIN. LEARNING THINGS.

I know. I'll try and keep it slightly interesting.

So I returned back from Paris in June, and then a lot happened! I experienced the end of a two and a half year relationship (ouch), I saw just how much my little sisters had grown up, my little brother got his first full-time job and also I got a new little brother! So in essence, I lost a man in my life, and gained an adorable little one! His name is Alfie, and you can almost feel the awesome resonating from him. He doesn't say much, but he is unbelievably cute and my 2 year old sister Lois just loves him to absolute pieces. The amount of time she gives him kisses and things, she also yells at you to, "Get away from my (her) baby!" I'll show you a picture.

Look at that. A week old and he's already got this looking thing DOWN son. Also, he's a brunette. Which is a huge thing for me as even though both my parents are brunettes, all my siblings have BEAUTIFUL GOLDEN LOCKS like the Lannisters. So he's obviously going to be mine all the time. Look at his tiny little hands, so sweet. He's already acing all of his tests, 10/10 on the birthing thing. .Gaze upon tiny perfection. Take it all in.

Wait, that wasn't cute enough for you?

You want me to up the ante?

Are you sure you're ready for this?

Boom. My sister holding my baby sister holding my baby brother. Babyception. Pow. Your cute sensors are dead from this cute overload. How awesome is this? I'm related to this big pile of awesome right here. Just take a minute to recover and we shall get back to the blog.

Feeling better? Good. Then I shall continue.

So I have one year left of uni and then I have to enter the real world. So, I'm trying to make the most of it! I recently started going to karate and that is amazing. It's like violent dancing yoga. Although there is this thing called a kiai (I hope I am spelling it right) which is a yell to confuse the opponent. Now all the other lasses in the group have a lovely, terrifying scream or roar. I sound like an angry Glaswegian rhinoceros that is trying to squeeze through a doorway far too small for it. But hey ho, that sounds terrifying to me so I'll take it. I also joined the feminist society and the turn out was huge. As in they planned for 20 people coming and about 100 people did. Of course I also have my sourse in itself, the French part isn't as interesting this semester but in Psychology I get to do my first proper experiment! I even have to go in for lab training today. Oh yeah. I am a scientist. I gotta live on science alone now. I am slightly disgruntled that I do not have a proper lab coat though. I guess the, "proper," scientists would have a tantrum if we did. 

Also, in relation to heartbreak, I feel like not a lot of people are brutally honest about it. For the first month or so it is absolutely horrid. It sucks. You can't make that better and you can't fix it, but what you can do is surround yourself with the awesome friends you have and take your mind off things. I am so lucky to have amazing friends both here in Liverpool and back in Wrexham, and an amazing family to boot. It's being with other people and enjoying yourself that helps you find your feet and start to take things in your stride. You have to be honest with yourself too. If you're upset about this, of course if your ex gets in contact you're going to be not nice. You need to cut the ties, if only for a little while, until you're ready to talk to them. You need to know as well that it may take a while even after that to be friends, so you need to know if you're prepared to do that. But other than that my advice is, it gets better. It really does. Just don't expect it to get better instantly. And also, a glass of wine and some ice cream never goes amiss. There's a reason it's a cliché in the film industry. A god damn delicious reason. 

It also helps if your Mum gives you a new sibling. 

ANYWAYS

I'll end this blog on a high note.

HIGH NOTE. 

Oh my gosh I'm just so funny.

Tatty byes! 

Hello brave new world...

So, here goes. They always say making the first move is the most nerveracking.

Hello.

My name is Sarah. I'm 20 years old, and struggling with the idea of actually becoming an adult in 2 weeks time. Yes you heard me. An adult. So what better way to cope with my pre-adult life crisis than submerging myself into the self-indulgent world of blogging? It's the virtual equivelant of locking your doors, coccooning yourself in your little fortress made of duvet and pillows, and ignoring the people knocking at your door trying to talk to you about religion.

"Hello, we've come to talk to you about Jesus becoming an adult."
"..."
"It's really quite fun we assure you."
"I'm not in, please go away."
"Yes you are, we can hear you playing Beautiful Katamari."

That tends to be how I cope with most of my problems, which is obviously very grown up and responsible of me. I ignore them, and do something more fun. The thing is, even my more fun things are childish. For example, I was stressed about coming back to Paris last Sunday, and leaving my massive, loving family for another two months. How did I get around this problem? By ignoring it, play-fighting with my 18 year-old brother and hitting him in the face with a double sausage and egg McMuffin. I cannot stress how cathartic the slapping sound of sausage patties against your brother's face is. There. Problem solved ignored.

The other thing I tend to do is baking. Now, hear me out, even though that is a little bit more sophisticated, it's still childish. Do you remember when you'd be sitting on the counter in the Kitchen, "helping," your parent or grandparent making some fairy cakes, and in reality you'd just be eating all the mixture and stirring the mixture violently so that all the flour and liquid went everywere? Well I still do that, only I'm older now. My apron doesn't fit me, so my parents always come back to find me in the midst of what can only be described as a flour strewn dishevelled midden of a kitchen, bits of mixture clinging to my hair, big greasy smears accross my face and with a massive grin on my face, thrusting towards them a mess of cake and icing that for some reason I'm insanely proud of.

These are just two of the reasons why I can't correlate the idea of being an adult with myself. In my head, I'm still making pillow forts out of the cushions from the couch, smearing paint onto paper (and all the surrounding surfaces,) staying up late and watching TV because it makes me feel like I'm living on the edge (Haha! You can't tell me to go to bed if I'm in France! Who's laughing now, eh?). I'm still putting on slightly angsty teenage albums and emphatically nodding along with them.

But I know I have to grow up sometime, and everyone around me already is. Some of my friends have had gorgeous children, and are able to look after both themselves and their child whilst still remaining the amazingly interesting person they were before, even with all the newly added responsibilty and stress. Others are in the last years of their degree, and prepping up to go out into the big wide world of employment. Others already have already got good jobs, moving out from their parents' houses and being their own, individual person.

Me? I'm in Paris, and it feels a bit like Wonderland. I'm wandering beside the Seine as if I were Alice in the Queen of Heart's gardens. The beautiful streets and areas lull me into a dreamlike state where I'm spending day in, day out, waltzing back and to to work and my room. Others may have faced the precipice of becoming an adult head-on, but I'm just wandering away by the cliff-face, knowing fully well that at some point I'm going fall into the void and have to be an adult, but being blissfully unaware of when, and refusing to pay attention to it.

They say when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. Well I say make a tarte au citron meringuée, snuggle up in your bed, stuff your face and forget about it.