It's been a while...

Over a year since I last posted about my drunken nights, insane friends and my unconditional love for food. So what's changed? A lot... or so it feels. My relationship with food hasn't really changed much, apart from me realising that the uncountable amount of takeaways and mammoth sized portions do actually now affect how much I weigh, or so people have told me. But it's okay, I'm on it, the summers here and the salads are slowly making their appearance in my kitchen. One thing I know that has happened since I last blogged is I've outgrown a lot of things. Firstly I no longer am obsessed with reality TV programmes such as geordie shore, the valleys etc (mic is clearly an exception in this sentence). I feel a lot less uptight and angry than I have done in most of my life. I'll avoid disputes in any way possible, I don't see the need or point of petty arguments when it can achieve nothing but unhappiness. I've begun to believe in my career a lot more. Although my grades haven't been of the same standard as a lot of people in my course this year, it doesn't really bother me any more. Working in education requires more practical qualities than wanting a 4000 word assignment on theories that only a handful of people have heard of. That's why I'm sticking this course out and proving that you don't have to have amazing academic skills to be a teacher. I'd say I have also become a lot more mature with my drinking, minus the odd night out with my best friend where limits are forgotten. I drink probably twice a week now I'm on summer break which will hopefully help to loose some of these unwanted pounds. Me and Jaz are still going strong. In a way she's my rock. More of a sister than a friend, and I don't mean that in a kind of annoying teenager BFF way. She's there for me when I need her the most, and I can't say that about many friends I've had in my life.
New chapters. I've met quite a few people this year who I am more than happy to call my friends. People I work with, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends and I have,embarrassingly, met someone. I am however still a very much private person so I won't talk about that subject to avoid myself and others cringing.
I now have a pet, by pet I mean fish that hides all day. Probably the most boring animal possible, but he was my sisters and now he's mine and I wouldn't trade him. He's my little piece of home. I still miss my family a great amount and wish I could see them more. I'm at the stage in my life where most of my free time is spent meeting people I enjoy spending time with,  buying things I actually need or planning what I'm going to do the next time I get a day off. Being 21 hasn't really changed anything. Age is just a number. It's the moving house, saying goodbye to close friends, being a part from the people you love which make you realise how old you are.
I still like to say that I live with no regrets and that I'll carry on life with the same motto because in all honestly I have met people that treat tomorrow like it's their last day, people that have 100000 problems and still always manage to smile, people that really appreciate life. Every one has their bad days but don't let today ruin tomorrow. 'Forget yesterday as it's already forgotten you'

About Me

So I guess I should tell you a few things about me. Basically without being too big headed I'm an amazing person and everyone loves me I'M KIDDING! I'm 19, currently studying at university, I have alot of love for my family and friends, I drink alot (every student does), I talk alot, sometimes too much and was born in the glamorous county that is Essex. I've definately been told I smile all the time, which to me is a good thing as I agree with drake YOLO and all that.
Nicki Minaj is my favourite artist, of course, minor girl crush right there...I would. I was born in small town called Basildon, where yes BRIAN FROM BIG BROTHER WAS BORN TOO, no it's not amazingly famous but I like it there, it's where i learnt to ride a bike, got my first job and learnt to never trust people who say they're related to someone famous.
There's alot of things I believe in but my favourite quote is
Learn from yesterday
Live for today
Hope for tomorrow...

Peace.     http://www.facebook.com/#!/laurenhm1

life lessons from a second year student.

So I gathered the last time I blogged was at least 6 months ago, as I've actually had too many other things to worry about. Another year has past and although this year has been extremely painful, stressful and just a general headache I've learnt a lot, thought I'd share it with you. The life lessons, lessons of life that I would and wouldn't recommend to anyone my age. So here it goes...

1. Don't be ashamed of your style. Your music, what you wear, how you act. I've noticed that people really don't care if you're listening to Barry White or if you decide to wear a shirt that smells of mothballs. How you look or who you are really shouldn't concern anyone else in this world, do what makes you happy.

2. I've learnt to never trust anyone but yourself. Rumours spread, and they spread fast.

3. Love your family. If you're close or aren't. If it wasn't for them you wouldn't be here. Be a role model for younger siblings, although I'm hardly one to talk really. So spare time each week to call that relative who you haven't since in years.

4. Appreciate your friends. If you fancy a night drinking, a person to rant to, or even a friend who's close enough to offer to stay in your room when you fancy a spoon after a few too many g&t's. Those are some of the people you need to thank in life.  

5. Don't dwell on your appearance. In fact when people take too much time getting ready for a night out, males included, you look almost alien. Why would you want to smell like a department store, have sketched lines for eyebrows or hair as fake as pricey's boobs. It's okay to look good and have shit days but don't try too hard.

6. Make the most of being a student. Party, and party hard but always get your work done. If you're out most nights in the week and have 4000 words to write about Piaget's theory of conceptual development, who's going to help you? No one. At the end of the day you're here for your career.

7. You don't need a man to make you feel good, you get off being free. But seriously, don't look for someone because you're lonely, they'll look for you. Family and friends should mean more than a soppy night in watching unrealistic romantic films.

Lauren out.

What would you do?

So now it's November, and its been a crazy month or so, I've been too busy to even think about life, and quite frankly have forgotten about my blog, no offence.
Where to begin! Firstly the title is inspired by a Bastille cover song, my new found band who I've already booked tickets to go see with my favourite people in March. Bit obsessed, and I haven't been to a gig in like forever so yeah I'm a bit excited as their musics pretty sound, you should check them out.
Nights out have been pretty eventful since I last blogged. Both fun, and memorable! There's been a few house parties, one of my favourites being our Halloween party in which we spent hours decorating, drawing, blowing up balloons etc so we could all dress up and celebrate one of the best days of the year together with our beloved alcohol. Last Friday was also zombie prom, which proudly was the last time I had a drink. Me and my housemates dressed to impressed with ripped tights, fake blood and tones of face paint. The quote of the night has to go to Em 'dressing up is such a good opportunity for ugly people' or something like that. I enjoyed pre-drinks at our friends house as usual, as I come close to my bladder exploding with laughter as Jaz tried her zombie acting skills in front of a car stationed outside the house. One thing when I get drunk with friends here is that I always turn soppy and love everyone and everything in sight. It's true though, I can't imagine life without them... Anyways I woke up Saturday morning with a pounding head, mouth tasting of every different food invented and my housemate laying next to me. Why? We both have no idea, obviously seemed like a good idea at the time.
Remember remember the 5th of November. Yes Monday was firework night, first time we all got together and let off masses of fireworks in our garden. We huddled with sparklers, wrapped in unregreatable amounts of clothing, watching our breath in the cold air. I lit my first firework, of course. As cheesey as it sounds it gave me that sense of responsibility and idenpendancy. I felt like a kid on Christmas day.
I've been keeping up to date with uni work, there's so much to do. I start in a school Tuesday for three short sessions. It's an inclusive school which I'm looking forward to, and I'm jointly teaching a whole class on data handling, sounds boring but I love maths, I have to, its my forte.
TV has been so good recently, Geordie shore started last night, tool academy has been running for a few weeks and misfits is back! One of my favourite series ever, although Kelly, Simon and Alisha have all left, but rudey is still there, his crude sense of humour never fails to make me laugh. Not to mention I'm a celebrity is starting next Sunday.
Visiting home could not come quicker. So much has happened back home I just want to go back to support and be with everyone. Two months seems like a lifetime not seeing any of them. My sister learns something new every day, and now remembers some of her classmates in pre school. She's also learnt so many new nursery rhymes, which she claims 'I give up' when she forgets the words. Such a character. I get to see her first dance show next month, where she'll be one of the many little stars who stands on stage waving at there mums, loving the spotlight. I just miss her so much.
I find it hard to take compliments at the moment as they're usually from men my dads age, or older, which is even worse. Someone at work told me my hair looked nice today in which I replied to him 'Oh thanks, I haven't even brushed it'. I don't really help myself do I. *facepalm*
Well that's about all I can remember to write about for now.
I'll check in again soon, hopefully.

Independency leads to alcoholism.

It's been a busy start to the second year... I've faced some pretty intense decisions so far, and had a lot of growing up to do. Being at university is a big opportunity for me, especially as I'm the first in my family to go, I just need to not fuck it up.
The nights out here have been the most memorable so far, or should I say most unmemorable :/ I haven't touched a drink for 9 days though, which I'm pretty proud of. Although tomorrow night I may have already arranged a house party. Well when I say a party, it's only people we all know or like, usually 10-20 people, me and Jaz always have the most to drink, end of the night we're dancing on the sofa's thinking we're g hopelessly numb to the drunken injuries. Either one of us asks each other the next day "what the fuck happened last night?" and it's always answered with the same reply "I have no fucking idea" that shit cray.
Work's going well, I'm kind of opening the pub for the first time this week which is a big scary but at the same time it gives me a bit of a confidence boost.
On the man front, the only attention I get is from 40 year old tipsy men. One even referred to me as 'filth' last night, to say I was disgusted would be a bit of an understatement. I've also heard some real cheesy chat up lines of late. Mate, if you're gonna try and chat someone up buy them a drink, avoid the awkward 'compliments' who you trying to kid, they don't make any female feel like they re an 'angel' fallen from the sky. Cut the bollocks, simple.
I may of mentioned this before but I do have a new love in life. James from the xfactor, I would do anything to hear that guy sing, my heart melts EV-ER-Y-TIME. I'm actually just about to catch up on last nights episode as I'm a bit obsessed atm, and when tool academy, misfits, Geordie shore start well then that's it, life's over. I'm already addicted to towie, the valleys and Waterloo road, don't think my brain can handle any more TV.
Well I think that's a substantial amount that Ive blogged today, for that I say good day, and welcome to my newest phrase...
loner boner.

I felt inspired so i wrote a poem...

Chilling under the sun, pimms in the glass
feeling with her feet the softness of the grass
the biggest grin that you had ever seen
she never wanted the world to turn mean
the warmth of the breeze falls through her hair
smelling the freshness of the autumn air.

The sky fills with clouds, something’s not right,
everyone gasps and stares at the sight,
some run, others freeze in a state of shock
they warned us about this, there was no need to mock
those struggle to call their loved ones
she sits there completely stunned.

It can’t be happening not now, not ever,
those who knew didn’t attempt to endeavor
journalists were already planning their headlines,
trying to find when it was the right time
now it was all too late everything was about to end
nothing would be left for survivors to mend.

Someone say freshers?

That's right, I'm back baby!! In winch of course. The last week or so has been manic.
I moved in on the 14th, which consisted of a strange rushed day, buying most of tesco's and filling up the smallest possible fridge freezer, which is shared between 5 of us.
I unpacked my things, with the help of my housemate and put my sheets on my first double bed. Best feeling ever waking up to space on both sides of the bed in the morning. We also put a desk chair together, and scared my housemate by hiding in an over sized box, who said students were immature? Its lovely all sitting in our living room watching TV and talking about how our summers have been, I've missed them all so much.
Wednesday night we decided to get all the gang together again and throw a house party where we played drinking games, danced to the jungle skank and did regretful shots of absinthe. The next day you could actually see my head pound, I woke up with two big bruises not remembering how I got them.
I had to power through, therefore Thursday I spent the whole day at home recovering and bracing myself for the night to begin. We got to our friends house all feeling pretty fragile and started slowly drinking our alcohol we had brought. Again another banging night at the silent disco, seeing people we haven't for months, drinking cheap 1.80 singles and shots for a pound,  shouting at each other to change the channel on their headphones. I woke up to remember very little, and got told that I fell down the stairs at our student union, standard.
Friday rolled round, and after another day of feeling like a dying tramp I wasn't too fond of the idea of going out again, but I had to man up, it was freshers I couldn't let the team down. We again went to our friends house, began downing weird concoctions such as gin and cherryade, jersey turnpiking until we ran out of energy and enagaging in drunk talk about anything and everything that could ever exist. Me and Jaz got thrown out that night, but to say the least it was an amazing night, even if I can't remember it.
I love fresher's week, and all my friends that make uni so much more fun, but the greatest love of my life will always be alcomahol.