SEE YA SECOND YEAR! 

I couldn’t make this more cliche if I tried, BUT, it is so hard to believe that second year is finally over. 

After wanting to reenact Bridget Jones and tuck into that huge pot of Ben and Jerry’s whilst crying, I spent time on reflecting how good this university year has been and how much I have progressed since September. (How much I feel I have progressed anyway).

Soon after moving out of my university accommodation last April, I moved into this pretty pleasing four story house in Brisol’s City Centre. 

The best part about the house (other than how we are a stone’s throw from Bristol Central Library, Bristol Cathedral and College Green), is how I get to live there with four friends I have known since secondary school.

Here they are now! 

For lack of a better (more appropriate or sober) picture of the five of us together, from the left I give you: Kerry, Alex, Laura, myself and Lia! We really are a crazy bunch. The fact we are all Welsh is enough to send people running. 
I couldn’t be more grateful and appreciate of the diverse bonds I have with each of these invidiuals, and have no idea how I would get through the uni year without the late night chats, watching of shit films, exploring of Bristol, and the absolutely crazy nights out I have had with this lot and the other completely cuckoo people we have met. *feeling very lucky right now* I can be soppy sometimes, okay?

In regards to the studious aspect of university, it is the reason we are all here after all, I’ve realised how much you have to strive towards getting the results you feel you deserve, and how substantial results require consistent dedication and effort. I sound like I’m impersonating a lecturer, but it really is true. I know if we all had it our way, we’d all take 1:1 without having to do any work! Ahhhh, that would be dreamy wouldn’t it. 

I’m currently at home in Wales, and even when people say home is where the heart is, going to uni in Bristol is having such a profound effect on my life. If I am to move out of the city after university, a part of me will always stay there. 

Being lucky enough to live so close to these popular attractions, how could I ever complain? 

Bristol Cathedral 

The Playground Cafe 

The Three Tuns (a breath away from our house at York Place) 


Bristol Harbourside 


Turtle Bay

Brandon Hill Nature Park


The Hippodrome, At Bristol, Bristol Zoo, Bristol Aqaurium, Ashton Court, the list is endless. 

I am spending the summer volunteering at Bristol Central Library, working at my job as a Student Ambassador, and searching for some work experience that’s related to Media and Journalism. 

We move into our new house on July 1 and I already can’t wait to blog about it then. I love Bristol and I always will.

How are you finding uni? And what are you looking forward to the most this summer? If you want any information on Bristol, feel free to get in contact!

Thank you for reading, 

Rebecca x

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I’M GIVING UP CHOCOLATE

Gosh, I almost fooled myself with the title.

I AM giving up chocolate, but it’s only for one month. Soz guys.

So on March 1, I begin this challenge called a ‘Dechox’. I can’t help but appreciate the good pun. It is what the British Heart Foundation call a chocolate detox. AS OF March, there’ll be absolutely no chocolate bars, no chocolate cake, no choccy biscuits with my tea, not even chocolate sprinkles on my cappuccino are allowed. Being the insane chocolate-lover that I am, I can imagine this being as difficult as I found my Maths GCSE. Let’s just say I did higher tier and failed. It was 30% to get a C grade.

Moving on….

I am raising money for the British Heart Foundation, if you don’t know who they are, head here > http://www.bhf.org.uk I promise you, it’s worth it!

I’m not only doing this because there is history of heart disease in my family, but my father suffered a severe heart attack in December 2015. He’s still with us, thanks to the incredible (to say the least), life-saving group of firefighters at the Mid and West Wales Fire and Rescue Service. Since he is slowly recovering from what you can imagine have been a very testing few weeks, coming across this ‘Dechox’ has absolutely made my day. I saw it on Facebook and thought ‘I have to take part in this!’ And so I am.

The British Heart Foundation “power research into heart disease to hear the UK’s single biggest killer”, and encourage individuals to join their “fight for every heartbeat.” http://www.justgiving.com/britishheartfoundation is the link that will direct you to where you can sprinkle a little bit of your generosity! I strongly advise you to do this, since these guys tend to partake in miracles.

Plus – I forgot to mention that this challenge isn’t as easy as it looks; I’ll be doing it over Easter! So over the period of Easter and on Easter Sunday itself, I will be spending my time giving Easter eggs and other types of lovely chocolate to the members of my family, especially my 3 beautiful nieces. I suppose I can collect the chocolate I’m going to eat on April 1st though, right? 

Chocolate is the guilty pleasure I can’t live without, but I’m sure going to have to live without it during March. But for what it’s worth, I hope I can gather enough donations to feel proud of myself for contributing towards such a heartwarming charity I have immense respect and time for.

Think of me chocolate-less when you’re tucking into your Easter eggs!

Please donate at my just giving page!!!!!! – https://www.justgiving.com/dechox2016rolo/

Thanks for reading!

Are you a chocoholic?

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SOCIAL MEDIA IS MY BOYFRIEND

It’s Sunday. Of course I am still wrapped up in bed.

Pleaseeeee don’t hate me, I am a nineteen year-old university student after all. Does that make me allowed? I’m unsure. ANYWAY…

Excluding the extraordinary place that is my university, my bedroom is the probably the space in which I think the most. So this morning I peeped my green eyes open and asked myself whether I think more in the night, before I go to sleep or in the morning as soon as I wake up. I know we’re exhausted in the nights (unless we have had a few coffees or red bulls) and groggy in the mornings, especially if you are like me and have the task of conquering those 9am starts, but we can all hold hands and say that we are victims to the little demons that go by the names of Overthinking and Social Media.

As if we didn’t overthink enough before social media.

Now we are trying to go to sleep but that coffee we had to drink at 8pm still has its effect on us and we are fighting so hard to fall asleep knowing we have to struggle through an “early and productive Monday” tomorrow. But the phone is there. It’s on silent and the screen lights up and you’re still awake knowing that you could look through your notifications now and put the phone back down.

5 tweets, 1 status, a stalk on Instagram and 100 messages on your group chat later, its 2AM and you have to be up in 6 hours. Fuck.

Well, that’s what happened to me last night and this morning. I’m also not enough of a liar (barely a liar at all), to say that this doesn’t happen to me every morning or night. Are you the same? This morning an hour and a half is the amount I spent tapping, scrolling and commenting on Instagram. Ahhh Instagram, my fave. Everyone loves a good creep.

Moreover… I thought to myself, I must be addicted. I do feel better when I know I’m not the only one, though.

Have I ever committed to something as much as I commit to checking social media every morning, throughout the day, and before I go to sleep? Absolutely not.

I have come to the conclusion that I am in a serious, committed relationship with social media. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, WordPress, YouTube, you name it. Just anything I can set my big, curious eyes on.

Something that has stuck with me like chewing gum to a pavement though –

“If you didn’t tweet about it, did it even happen?”

In a world where our smartphones/devices make such a big impact on our lives, is it now the norm to think that if you don’t tweet about something major that happened in the party you went to last night, that it didn’t happen?

If you went for brunch in that really posh place in Chelsea without Instagramming your eggs Benedict, did you really go?

Yeah, you did. Except we love that feeling of dirty satisfaction after letting our social circles know what we are up to. After getting 50 likes on that photo of eggs benedict. After getting 100 retweets on that tweet about freshers. We thrive off it.

Thanks for reading! Have a spectacular Sunday.

Rebecca x

ENJOY THE SIMPLE PLEASURES IN LIFE 

This morning I thought about my blog and laughed. I thought that I had ‘writers block’. I’ve written 3 blog posts. Not a book.

I’m just sat listening to Frank Ocean’s ‘Channel Orange’ IT IS SO GOOD. But my “good” could be your “shit”. We all have different tastes though, don’t we?

The reason for this post is partly in the title – enjoy the simple pleasures in life.

My inspiration for this came from the wild ones I follow on Instagram. These inspirational idiots occasionally post about happiness, or something in relation to it.

Do you need to learn how to be happy?

No. Unless it’s a subject.

Do you need to be in love to be happy?

No.

Does everything need to be perfect for you to be happy?

Of course not. Unless you’re a perfectionist. AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR DAT. Well, not me anyway. I’m a 19 year old university student.

Happiness comes from almost everything, and happiness comes from almost everyone!
Being optimistic HELPS!
DO NOT feel hard on yourself for not being happy when times are tough!

Never let someone force you to being happy. Happiness is natural, right?
THERE IS ALSO NO NEED TO PORTRAY FAKE HAPPINESS.

What to do when happiness hits?
EMBRACE IT. LET IT TAKE OVER. LET IT INTO YOUR SOUL.

I don’t know about you, but I dislike the “all good things come to an end” malarkey.

IS IT REALLY TRUE. IS IT.

SMILE.

Happiness can sprout from the most simple things in life; for me, making other people happy is what makes me the happiest.

REMEMBER PEOPLE THAT LOVE IS ALL AROUND AND SHARING LOVE MEANS YOU WILL RECEIVE LOVE!!!!!

WHAT TO DO TODAY!! –

  • Speak to someone now and tell them how grateful you are to have them in your life!!
  • Say something nice to someone!!
  • Try to smile at least 10 times!!

Truly appreciate the people in your life, your environment, the chance you have to be educated, the gift of life!!!!

What some of us have could make another person happy in a millisecond.

HAPPINESS IS BEAUUUUUTTTIIIIIFFFUUULLLL and does not come at cost.

AREN’T THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE FREE?

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy the simple pleasures in your life x

60 MINUTES IN A STRIP CLUB

I’ve always been curious about strip clubs. And everyone knows curiosity killed the cat.

When me and my friend left a club early on a Friday night, she turned to me and said, “We should go to ***** *****, see what it’s like.” I was the curious cat, and I didn’t want the curiosity to kill me, so I went.

Getting money out of the bank to pay the entry fee she laughed, “I’m using money from my dad’s card so he can’t find out about this.” Hilarious. Walking up to the intimidating black door, well I say walking but the bottle of Prosecco, wine at VIP and numerous vodka & lemonades made me feel like I was on Jupiter. The man at the door was nice though, and made me give him my full attention (he was from Wales, like me).

Nicole was the one to reach for her money and pay first, making me realise she was a bit more drunk than I was. But that could be a lie. “£10 girls.” The man behind his till chirped, to which Nicole replied “do you do student discount?” As a joke, making him burst into laughter. I still find the fact she asked fucking hilarious. Student discount. In a strip club.

Strutting in like Tyra Banks and Heidi Klum, we went straight to the bar. Two shots of tequila was what we needed for Dutch courage, and two shots are what we got. Nice price too, coming to £9.50.. I chucked back the liquid without my face even scrunching up, proving how drunk I was. Licked the salt off my hand like a golden retriever, and squished the lime between my teeth. Tasty.

After buying ourselves a drink each, we went to sit down. We were stopped first though, by a wall of two ladies in lingerie telling us they’ll give us a special dance, if we want one. Telling them “we’ll let you know” even though we knew that we wouldn’t be letting them know anytime soon, we smirked and sat down on a table.

Along comes a woman in lingerie with Auburn hair, staring at the pole she’s about to devote herself to. Men crowd in their suits with their drinks, watching her take the small stage. Swinging her legs around the pole, she climbs up it and bends backwards, taking off her bra at the same time. She sold her soul to that pole.

All I could hear was the clinking of drinks, wedding rings on a number of fingers being the reason for the clinking. Highly doubt they were married to any of the dancers. Sat down, the security guard who’s job was to check that everybody was conforming to the rules (no touching, no filming, no phones) kept sitting down next to me. Excluding the fact he has slept with over 300 women, we spoke about the club and how it is actually respectful, in terms of the rules and exclusivity.

My eyes are blurring, my heads fuzzy, but I’m enjoying my ice cold drink and laughing with Nicole over “why we have come here.” A dancer sits down next to me. She looks amazing, smells even better, asks  me where I’m from and if I want a “private dance for £25” and “not to worry about paying by card, as the clubs name doesn’t show on bank statements.” Politely declining, being there for the experience and all, Nicole said “we are waiting for one of the girls to finish work.”

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Sorry, but this man is who I want a lap dance off.

After drinking in the sexy atmosphere and its people, it was more than time to leave. I can say that I have experienced the steamy, seductive scene of ‘the strip club’, but that will be it. Until I go to Vegas.

Thanks for reading! Have you been to a place that’s surprised you?

 

FIFTY SHADES OF HOW TO BE PREPARED TO WATCH FIFTY SHADES

£7.50 to see what everyone has been talking about for 1000 years? Yes. Am I proud to admit that? No. I was bored and it was Friday and it was Friday and I was bored, so I dragged my flatmates along to Fifty Shades (I say dragged but I knew Jason would fancy Jamie Dornan and Amy would secretly like it). He does and she did. She didn’t think it was shit at all.

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I’ll narrow it down..

Worst parts? The film.

Best parts? Well….

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I could just stare at that for eternity. But I’d like to think I have more brain cells than that. I probably don’t.

IN PREPARATION

  • Take someone or someONES that will laugh at the cringey parts. If you can keep a straight face at “I don’t make love. I fuck, hard.” Your face must be made of stone.
  • Don’t feel embarrassed that you’re watching it, because if you know you will be, don’t go!
  • The majority of the audience will be women (mostly over 30s) I’m speaking from experience. And I am in no way whatsoever saying it’s a bad thing, as when Christian carried Ana out of the playroom an older lady in the screen shouted, “She’s FUCKED!” And everyone was in stitches.
  • Don’t take this film too seriously, ask yourself, “Is this going to happen at some point in my life?” Because I can tell you one thing, it will not be happening in mine. But then again, neither of us are Mystic Meg.

If you have read the trilogy, know that you’re in for a spot of disappointment, as the movie’s plot mixes with the first book as much as oil and water. But you could say they’re saving the storyline for the next film. If they come up with one by then.

So, what have I taken away from Fifty Shades?

Chart music, cringe quotes, a few tips on BDSM, along with a mental image of Dakota Johnson’s boobs, and a very necessary laugh with my flatmates who said they will not be going back to watch it anytime soon. But how do I know they’re not watching it online in the comfort of their own rooms?

If I find out, I’ll let you know.

Thanks for reading! When was the last time you watched something on the big screen?

THIS COULD BE THE WORST OR THE BEST FIRST BLOG POST EVER 

With all the free time that comes with being in uni (no free time at all) (I shouldn’t really be making this blog 1 month before deadlines either) but I am. I am making this blog. At first I didn’t know what to write about, I was like, “Uni?” But then I was like, “Fuck no.”

I considered if anyone in uni was to read this, (this being something you can refer to as an ‘irrelevant’ blog), I’d have to provide them with something, or some things, that are interesting. Won’t I?