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A few entries for you today seen as I've been making a mental list of the things I'd like to blog about and my website keeps changing so I thought that Blogger would be the best place for it.

Buying my netbook in Currys was definitely an experience. My boyfriend and I were down in Southampton for the weekend to see my Aunt and Uncle, we arrived early on Friday morning so we decided to go to the shopping centre and have a mooch around.

Late Dealz

Does it annoy you when people replace '-s' with '-z'? It does me. Me and my partner booked our first real holiday on Sunday; by real I mean flying somewhere abroad. On the confirmation sheet the holiday is listed under "Late Dealz", why? Why not just "Late Deals"? It sounds and looks so much nicer, don't try and be hip and cool, you're a holiday for two twenty year olds (and being under £600 for 2 weeks!), you're already awesome.

We leave on Thursday! Yup, it really is a late deal, although our lovely travel agent did look at us leaving yesterday! Nowhere near enough time to pack and panic. At least I had yesterday, today and tomorrow to sort myself out. Not that I've had much to do, or had any means to sort out the things that need sorting, like I have no shorts; but that's not an issue, I can drive myself to town tomorrow after Mum gets in from work.

Of course being a student and not having had time to get a job yet, spending money is being strictly budgeted on a day-to-day basis while we're away so as we can eat and drink at the least! Although there really shouldn't be much else to spend money on; the island is tiny so we can walk to anywhere we want, and swim anywhere else around the island. The hotel has a large pool, it is also about 100m from the beach which stretches a good few miles from shingle to white sand. Ah, I can't wait. I've got about 10 bottles of sun lotion ranging from factor 50 to factor 10, just in case! Well, I'll be hogging the +30 SPF because of my silly pale complexion, making me burn like a tomato, but Chris will probably have a lovely olive tan with the factor 15.

Not much else to report, I'm in desperate need of a job as soon as I return, so please gimme one someone! Please?

I'll let you know how our holiday was, with plenty of photos no doubt.

Heave-ho

It's the Easter break. Everyone keep asking how long I'm on holiday, "well, I'm not in lectures for 3 weeks, does that count as a holiday?" Apparently the word "holiday" doesn't mean anything for a University student.
Christmas is filled with revision for the exams to come in January, Easter is filled with revision, and summer is for this year only, packed full (hopefully) with meeting participants and filling up my lovely new Oxford notepad with observations and notes.
Yep, it's that part of my university career; the dissertation. It's rearing it's big, expectant head, waiting to be fed no doubt many hours of sweat, blood (let's hope not), and most definitely; tears.

So in answer to your earlier question: "How long are you on holiday for?"

visite à Londres

At Christmas time, my family usually do something to start off the season or bring it to an end. This year, we went down to London to see Blood Brothers in the Pheonix Theatre. However, when walking through the rather damp city centre, you could hear all the rich tones of French, Mandarin, some Spanish and maybe the odd German voice. Even when the rain is pouring, the boutiques are heaving and the cafes are ridiculously priced the city is still a huge tourist attraction; me being one of them. But what puzzled me is the lack of English people not only visiting their capital city, but the very small number of English working in the city in the hospitality sector mainly. In Harrods out of the huge number of employees, I found two lovely English ladies who served me in the gift section. Although I did not visit the whole shop, we didn't have that much time, or a sleeping bag for the night!

This wasn't my first time to London, but as I was much younger I cannot remember much of it at all. So, this experience was one of bright lights and rich smells and deafening horns and nibble black cabs. But I'm struggling to understand why so few Brits are enjoying the nucleus to their country? The expense may be one reason, granted, but there are plenty of alternatives to dining in the Ritz and slumbering at the Savoy.

I think we should enjoy the era we have surrounding us before it's gone or we are no longer able to be bewitched with it's immense power.

Beginning of an era

This Christmas I asked for an SLR camera from my parents; as I am at university in North Wales in the Snowdonia area, the scenery is rather spectacular. As a starter to my photography skills, I got a Fuji S1500 compact SLR. So my boyfriend and I have been fiddling with the settings and lights and Christmas decorations to see what we can get out of the camera. And needless to say it's fantastic. Although the photo to the side was taken on the auto set function there are some awesome photos in my baby portfolio.

I've been looking into going into some kind of journalism in my future career, and maybe this could be another level to explore; photojournalism. So, hopefully, as the days go by I'll get some more inspiration as to what to write about with the help of my new camera.

Thanks for reading.