Exam time is looming and, as per usual, I am filled with brilliant ideas of how to waste my time. I could be doing more important things; like starting an addiction to “Breaking Bad” (I’ve heard it’s really good) or reading one of the four set works that should be finished by my English exam next week.
Instead, I will engage with a very introspective and profound topic: Hangovers. Otherwise known as the universe’s pitiless way of saying: “you can’t have your cake and eat it”.
People often weigh the extremity of an act of discrimination on a scale that evaluates intention. We try reach a moral verdict based on whether or not the perpetrator had intended on causing harm. Unfortunately, this can’t always be the ice pack to the burnt area of society. It’s a concept I was very familiar with growing up:
“Sorry doesn’t make it better”.
There are certain lies people tell when they are trying to comfort someone. For instance, “everyone in the class failed”, as if lots of people not getting a degree is going to help your personal lack of one. My worst lie, however, is “I’m in the friendzone”.
Girl wears short shorts. Boy gets them off by the end of the night.
Girl = slut.
Boy = legend.
I was really excited to watch “Monuments Men”. My thought process was: “How could a film that features and is directed by George Clooney, promises adventure, World War II, a good joke here or there and an insight into the stolen artworks of Europe be anything but fabulous?”
I’ve just applied for a production course within my BA that will lead to my specialisation in Journalism. Two things have happened since I handed in my application portfolio:
1. I have had a series of disturbing nightmares (that’s if I can fall asleep before the sun rises). Last night, I dreamt that they rejected me on the basis of my grade 11 marks and that was particularly upsetting after how long I spent putting together my portfolio. The worst is the reoccurring one in which everybody who applied gets their picture posted on Facebook with the text: “ACCEPTED” or “REJECTED” spread diagonally across the photo (social media is inundating my brain for the worse – blame exams).
2. I have started stressing again. Continue reading
I have a leopard print onesie that I love with all my heart, even though it is starting to smell really weird. Do you have an item of clothing or maybe piece of jewellery that you never, ever plan on chucking out? I suspect that my reaction to someone trying to take it away from me would resemble some of the crazies that feature on Trinny and Susannah’s “What not to wear”. Picture the scenes where someone begs and pleads for the non-disposal of their matching tie-dye suits? That’s what this onesie is like to me. Continue reading
The Facebook mob mentality never ceases to amaze me. It took no time at all for the “nomination” trend to inundate my newsfeeds with people taking “no make up selfies” in support of Breast Cancer and even less time for the haters to grab their pitchforks. Continue reading
“Love thy neighbour”… unless they are psychotic. This year, I have moved into what is referred to as a “digs” in the student world with 3 of my best friends. Usually, a digs is distinguishable by its wild, joyous nature and one can expect noise, parties and very late nights from such accommodation. Continue reading
There is something extraordinary that overcomes the people I drive in my car. A kind of fear, mixed with apprehension, and a splash of mistrust. And it is starting to get mildly insulting. Continue reading