A Little Life Update

Okaaayyyyyyyy okay okay okay

So it’s been a little while on here since I’ve actually mentioned much about my current life situation, where I’m at, what I’m doing after A Levels, etc etc. So, for the interest of absolutely no one, thought I’d just give you a catch up.

Trying to remember the last time I actually posted anything about my actual life and what I’m up to…

Since last time, when I let everyone know what was happening during the summer after I received my A Level results in this post, things have kind of done some weird fast forward and my life is suddenly VERY grown up (ish) (I mean… I still laugh when someone says the words “do do”, but at least I’m laughing in an office now rather than in my room alone) If anyone follows me on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram then you’ll probably know this already so maybe you can skip this post (just this once though).

So I have a full-time job. And not just a job (I quit Primark a few weeks ago, if you didn’t know) but an OFFICE job. Like.. I wear heels and everything.

I’ve landed myself an apprenticeship. Which is, in other terms, cheap labour.

No I’m kidding. I mean, it is technically, because apprentices have a lower minimum wage, but it means we can land jobs in places that we would otherwise need experience for. AKA, I’m now working in a digital marketing agency. And, because I attend college once in a while and do assignments (which I really should be doing right now), it means I also get a qualification out of it, which will hopefully enable me to skip university and, after this year, go straight into a full-time (and full-pay) job in this field, or similar.

So, all of that added together, means that I am working 9-5 in an office, in smart clothes, 5 days a week. I’m now a PROPER GROWN-UP. (Today, I even brought in a pre-cooked lunch. How weird is that??)

More things that have happened… Um I got a car (even though that was before exam results). How excitingggg. But.. I can’t drive it yet. I’m still learning, but have booked my test. I’ll be writing a whole separate post about my driving experience and lessons and tips for learner drivers in the coming weeks so keep your eyes peeled for that!

So, because of all these things, and also because I just feel like it and because I have SO MANY IDEAS NOWADAYS, I’m changing my posting schedule. And by changing, I mean improving because for the last like five months I have been shocking.

So, from right this very second (well more like a few days before this second because you’re reading this on Wednesday and I’m actually writing this on Tuesday (look at me! I’m actually SCHEDULING THINGS NOW)) I will be posting on this blog twice a week, at least until Christmas. I hope. We’ll see.

So, those of you who read my posts (all two of you) will be pleased to know that a new post will be up every Wednesday and Sunday evening. How organised am I?

I’m also aiming to go a bit more girly with my posts, meaning there will be more actually useful stuff for you. I’ll be continuing with my Uni series after Christmas as well, but my content might be changing slightly and become more beauty/lifestyle based. That means more outfits, more makeup and more lifestyle. But the purpose of this blog isn’t changing, I’m still all about the advice and helping you guys to grow up in the least messed up way possible!

Thanks for the read, see you Sunday!

Jess

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Hitting the Wall

I’ve spent most of this morning (it’s currently just gone midday) in bed, either on my phone, or stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the outside world by pulling the covers over my head and pretending that nothing else exists. And a large portion of my mind is still screaming at me to do that.

I seem to have hit a bit of a bump.Continue reading “Hitting the Wall”

“Morani-Fever”

This is not going to be a review for two reasons. One, I am utterly appalling at writing reviews. Ask anyone. Except you can’t, because no one’s ever read a review by me. Because they are crap. And two, I am obsessed with Caitlin Moran. I have nothing bad to say. And as we all know, a positive review is a boring one. We all (hopefully) saw my raving and, frankly, worrying post about Lena Dunham a few months back and this kind of sort of links to that. Continue reading ““Morani-Fever””

X, Y and Z

While I am burdened with the popular affliction of “too many eggs in too many baskets” (in other words, being vaguely interested in too many things at once), one major interest I have is in the study of generations, and how they change and interact. Bit of weird one but, as most people, I’m a bit obsessed with labels. And in particular, the labels we put on those born at certain times, to try and determine their social standing.

And from what I’ve read, its weirdly accurate. The labeling, I mean. Even if the research is all being done by one particular generation.But I’m not bitter or anything. So, to take the research I’ve seen and add my own perspective on it, here’s my low-down to the generations… or a few of them, at least.Continue reading “X, Y and Z”

A Word on Lena Dunham.

When I heard that creator and star of one of my all time favorite love-to-hate shows had written a memoir, I instantly knew I just had to have it. Not That Kind of Girl is a bestseller written by none other than the infamous love-to-hate Lena Dunham.Continue reading “A Word on Lena Dunham.”

How to Keep Busy!

As I explained in my last post (which you can read here!), I’ve had to keep myself busy over the past few months, in a number of ways. And this may be the most obvious and stupid blog post ever written but, here are numerous ways that I have learnt to keep myself doing something, and not having a mental breakdown! Enjoy!Continue reading “How to Keep Busy!”

This Place // Poetry Series Part 5

This house is not a home

Built with faded walls and

Crumbling ceilings

of words never meant.

This room is not a living room

The walls are too cold

and the living never enter,

Only lies, only death.

A green door,

Scratched paint, a faded number

Never judge a book,

Never judge a home

By its cover.

What you see is not

What is there.

A family home, reduced to

Hostile silence and

Angry thoughts.

It can never be the same,

It will never be the same.

Justified Injustice // Poetry Series Part 4

A Series of Haiku On Living

Where is the beauty

In believing we should die?

This is not beauty.

Where is the beauty

In wanting to stay in bed

For days, weeks on end?

It’s not beautiful.

Not brave, romantic, or cute

To wish away life.

There should be light in

Everything around us.

Not dark, emptiness.

Where flowers can grow,

There will always be a light.

There is light in you.

See this light, and you

Too, can live the way you wish.

No one can stop you.

You may feel as though,

This life is weighed on your hands.

That you cannot breathe.

You must know. Know this;

There is nothing in your way.

Do not stop yourself

From living, loving.

From experiencing life.

From knowing yourself.

See the light around

You, and feel the warmth it gives.

You are not alone.

Justified Injustice // Poetry Series Part 3

Ode To Leelah

She. She. She

Was so beautiful.

Trapped, a soldier, a martyr.

She was strong. She was brave.

She. She. She

Was encaged, locked into this world

Misunderstood and forgotten.

Suffered in silence.

Brushed aside.

She is not he.

Lost in a world,

Where instinct

And inside mean nothing.

She fought too long, too hard

Undeserved pain, unrecognised.

She. She. She

Hurt by those

Supposed to love unconditionally,

She is not a beautiful story,

But she was beautiful.

She is not a tragic hero,

But a tragedy nonetheless.

She. She.

She.

Justified Injustice // Poetry Series

I Come From

I come from an easy life,

Lack of hardship,

Lack of labour,

Food waiting on the table,

Teachers waiting in the classroom.

I come from not having to fight,

For my freedom, for my rights.

But I come from “boys will be boys”

And “don’t go out alone”

I come from keys poised between fingers.

I come from fear.

I come from believing

I must be perfect, complacent

Never outspoken, never bossy,

“You run like a girl!”

And “don’t be a p*ssy!”

I come from a world

Where my gender dictates

What I can do,

And more importantly what I cannot.

Be the princess

You cannot save yourself.

That’s for the prince.

Unfunny jokes,

Where I belong in the kitchen

And “you can’t wear that”

Why should I not do

What my brothers can?

Why must I always be the lady

To forget how to look after myself?

I come from anger.

I come from overprotection.

I come from a man’s world.

I come from fear, fear, fear.