april antics

As a prior warning: I shall blog about what interests me, which include my life at university, food, comedy, music and fashion. It may seem typical, but I’ll try to make it as humoured, interesting and informative as I can.. well, I said I’d try.

April has been a good month, mainly because I was back in Kent. After a ten week term of (occasional) hard-work and drinking, I went home to a full fridge, comfy bed, freshly cooked meals, and a street that I didn’t feel as though I would be mugged/shot every night.. It’s named ‘Shottingham’ for a reason. I took full advantage of the home comforts, demanding washing and food to be prepared for me, like a spoilt child. This worked on my poor mum for a few days, until she realised that I’m supposed to be a nineteen year old, independent young woman, which is a joke in itself. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am actually a very dependent person, too lazy to make my own decisions, and whose culinary skills stretch as far as spaghetti bolognese. BUT, I have improved, I promise!

Back to April… So home was a saviour in itself for me, and I loved every minute of it, (even though I spent it doing godknowswhat instead of revision for the upcoming 8 exams!) going to fail. A few pictures below :)

When reunited with the girls from home, we did what we do best - hit Maidstone town/simply ‘Muggs’ and Source Bar. The night started in the local wetherspoons that has a shiny disco ball and is riddled with dirty, old men, which is precisely why we love it. Me and my friend, Megan (above), caught up with some light reading, and another friend, Chelsea, was forced to tell a clearly underaged boy: “I can’t dance with you, but I’ll dance next to you".






London is a day out, even for us Kentish lot, so me and my previously mentioned boyfriend, Markus, caught the train and had fun being tourists for the day.

a year on..

After almost a year since my last (and only) post, I’ve had a sudden surge of motivation/avoiding revision. After spending too much time reading about other people’s lives, I’ve decided to join the obsessive world of blogging.. And I plan to stick to it this time.

I realise I never really introduced myself before, so a quick one is in order; I’m Eve, 19 years old, study French and Russian at The University of Nottingham but am originally from Kent. I insist on the fact that I am from Kent, the garden of England, and NOT Essex, contrary to common belief. Shut uuuuup.

So, since the lonesome post in 2011, I have progressed in my studies at university and am currently in my second year. I wish I’d had more time during Freshers to document a crazy language students life, but clearly I was too busy livin’ the dream, shouting “DOWN IT FRESHER" at every given opportunity - a thrilling, adrenaline-pumping experience that every first year must abide by. Now, however, i’ve swapped the copious amounts of booze and partying for feminist french novels and twisted russian tales from the Soviet Union (n/a: not as interesting as it may sound). Don’t worry though, the wild fresher has not been entirely abandoned as of yet, and I’m still partyin’ it up in Nottingham.. Just maybe twice less a week. I sadly can no longer shout the aforementioned phrase, because apparently we’ve matured since then (paha!), except when I’m home with friends that are luckily still in first year - winner. Actually, to prove my absolutely crazy second year lifestyle, I am currently writing this post in a place some call ‘student heaven’, one that epitomises student life, that has plenty of comfy chairs, doughnuts and starbucks coffee.. no other place but the library. Looking up drug-use in French sport was taking its toll, so I accidentally clicked onto my tumblr page, convincing myself that there may be some much needed information on recent, juicy scandals in the world of french athletes. Unfortunately there was none, so instead I was forced to create a post that at least mentioned the subject - success.

It seems as though I have made my (re)introduction, so now back to writing about sporting scandals in the place that shall be my home for the next 7 weeks.. bloody fantastic.