Monday, 20 May 2013

The Confessions Of Student Life...

Well my exams tomorrow so therefore I figured I need to spend my time wisely. Clearly that thought never developed past a thought as I’m sat here blogging.

I wanted to do a blog on the weird life of a student. When you go to university you expect crazy nights out, long snoozy lectures and so on. No one ever tells you of the weird stuff you have to do to survive. It’s a jungle out there.

Starting on the basic topic of laundry. Doing laundry as a student has to be the worst concept created since actually paying thousands of pounds for university. If it’s clear you've got another wear. Seriously, washing is expensive and time consuming. Therefore if there are no visible markings upon your clothing then call it your lucky day, you've got at least another weeks wear out of it! Don’t even get me started on ironing…that’s what hair straighteners were really invented for!

Food has to be one of the most tragic topics. You can forget branded products for a start. Who do you think you are?! The Queen of England?! It’s value value value from now on. When that whole horse meat scandal hit the UK, to the majority of the population it was a real travesty. To a student, well, you’re just happy you have some form of meat in your diet, regardless of whether it’s chicken, cow or horse. My campus is dominated by ducks and geese. On long rainy days I can honestly admit I’ve had a low moment of picturing a duck wrap on legs….

I wonder why people think I’m barking mad…

You also discover that you take this laid back approach of ‘food is food’ regardless of what state you consume it in. For example, a most common event among students is moldy bread. To the average human being, one would simply pop it in the bin. Oh no, you won’t get such distasteful actions at a university.  Bread is bread. Regardless of whether it has gone furry. Pity me. Sell by dates are a conspiracy.

Oh and remember that saying 'Sharing is caring' can forget that rule. I barely have enough money to feed myself. It's every man for himself in a student kitchen.

In forms of charging all your unnecessarily expensive student gadgets such as your laptop, tablet, iphone and so on...what do you think the library was built for? Save save save on those electricity bills! 

I could make this blog go on forever, so lastly I touch upon that thing we’re supposed to attend each week…oh what are they called….begins with L…..LECTURES, ah yes. Who actually attends lectures? You start off the term feeling awake and motivated to take on the big bad world. By the end of the second week of term you’re lucky if you make it out of bed past midday. Anyway, who needs to attend lectures when you can just learn it all the night before your exam?!

Speaking of exams, I have one tomorrow. Wish me luck…if I remember which way it is to actually get to university…

L.Bel xoxo

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

The Confessions Of Media Lies...

The title sounds like I am about to reveal some huge conspiracy. Sorry to disappoint you if that's what you came looking for...

I'll be blunt. It is not okay at ANY point in your life to make a negative comment about someones weight or appearance EVER. Unless you are a doctor and it is a general health issue. Then ignore my last statement.

I came across the recent scandal about the monstrosity that is Mike Jeffries, CEO of Abercrombie & Fitch.

Jeffries has recently been caught up in a media headlights due to his demeaning statement about why his clothing brand A&F don't stock sizes above 'L'.

 “In every school there are the cool and popular kids, and then there are the not-so-cool kids. Candidly, we go after the cool kids. We go after the attractive all-American kid with a great attitude and a lot of friends. A lot of people don't belong [in our clothes], and they can't belong. Are we exclusionary? Absolutely.”
 As soon as I became aware of this I felt sick. I have personally never purchased anything from this brand but I now know for sure, I never will.

I am no skinny minny and I most certainly don't have the figure of a supermodel. I have low self esteem and  I hide behind a sense of humour, baggy clothes and make up. I was never 'cool' in school, in fact, I was just invisible. Reading comments like Mike Jeffries sting and cause doubt in my head. They bring back all those harsh things I think about myself. However, before you start playing the violin and the x factor sob story, I would never let these insecurities stop me in whatever I do. I know that this man thinks like this because someone at some point in his life made him feel the same. Hence why he's a massive douchebag now. I don't take fashion or lifestyle advice from douchebags.

Unfortunately, it is not just Mike Jeffries that makes such grotesque statements. He is not the first and he most definitely wont be the last. In the UK we have trash tabloids such as 'The Daily Mail (If you are a fan of the DM I suggest you stop reading here) . Me and my housemates will spend a good half hour every now and then sitting on the DM's website and laughing at the hysteria it attempts to achieve every day. However, it pains me to see that on a regular basis the DM will post articles on celebrities and how 'fat' they have gotten or how they are looking too skinny.

I just took a break from writing this post and scrolled down the Showbiz column on the DM site and saw at least 4 articles on celebrities and their body size. It infuriates me so much. Who gave them the right to talk in such a degrading manner about an individuals appearance?

I know to not let it get to me. I love cake and I always will. However it bothers me that there will be people out there who will read articles like this and take it as a personal insecurity. It will cause someone to look in the mirror and doubt what they see before them.

I am tired of hearing friends talk negatively to me about their appearance, when all I can see is perfection. I am tired of reading about individuals as young as 7 suffering from eating disorders because they didn't feel that they met societies expectations of pretty. I am tired of being told by the glossy magazines and online papers that my body is overweight.Yet my words and opinions are powerless against the rest of the world. So I write this as my way of speaking out loud to the world, if you find yourself reading these articles or comparing yourself to something that you are not and therefore feeling low. Please, for the love of cake, take no notice!

L.Bel xoxo


Monday, 13 May 2013

The Confessions Of A Procrastinator...

Yeah. I should be revising right now. But I'm blogging instead. No Regrets.

Time spent making this meme and producing this blog post was time that should of been spent revising.

I think I have an issue here. I'm serious, I think I generally need medical treatment. My first exam is in a week. This would panic any normal human being. But me...oh no....the closer to the exam I get the more things I do to procrastinate.

My housemates come into my room and tell me they are impressed with the vast amounts of highlighted notes covering every surface (seriously, I've got them stuck to my ceiling). What they don't know is that I've strategically placed them there to convince them I'm not sat in my bedroom on Youtube watching funny cat videos all day long...which I am definitely not doing....

I have also learnt that making tea and coffee is a fantastic way of killing time. I have to go all the way down to my squalor kitchen, wait for the kettle to boil, find a cleanish mug, fumigate said mug, wait for the tea bag to brew, carry the mug all the way back up the stairs and because I don't want to spill the hot beverage on myself (health and safety people!) I must do this slowly. I must wait for the caffeine to kick in before I begin my work again (according to Google this can take up to 30 minutes). Once I have began to work I need the loo (classy bird). By the time I have finished this process it is time for another hot beverage.

In all seriousness...there is an ice cubes chance of me actually passing my second year of my degree. HELP.

L.Bel xoxo

p.s. Please tell me you all procrastinate as much as I do?!


Sunday, 12 May 2013

The Confessions Of A Tea Drinker...

There are two types of people in the world. People who like tea and people who don't. There is no man in the middle. You love it or you hate it.

Us tea drinkers are a cult to those who dislike the hot beverage. Fascinated with out obsession yet confused as to why we depend upon the golden liquid.

Each week my housemate and myself  set out on a mission to trial one of York's cute and cosy cupcake cafes (what the hell did I just write?!). We'll both opt for the cupcake with the thickest layer of icing (who wouldn't?!) and whilst I opt for a good pot of tea my housemate will stick to soda or a milkshake.

To her I'm a completely different species.

If I don't get my cup of tea in the morning...well have you heard of that phrase 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'? For me it's more 'Hell best run fast if I don't get a morning brew'.

I fear the days I'm in uni 9-6 and I don't get access to a brew. When I'm really desperate I'll crawl across campus to the nearest paper cup vending machine that provides tea that tastes like soil. Those really are desperate times.

I dread the day I get my first big girl job (yes I just called it that and yes I know I am never going to get employed now as no one will ever take me seriously) and I have to go a whole day without a proper brew. I'll be one of those Youtube sensations when I'm caught on CCTV for trashing a supermarket because I've gone 8 hours without a brew.

I'm sure all you tea fanatics out there would completely agree with me, tea is life.

I swear there would be less wars in the world if someone just sat officials down, passed them a brew and said 'Fancy a biccy?'

So when you see a woman ripping her hair out whilst in the office or you see a man beating his keyboard, sit them down, pass them a brew and the world will keep on turning.

L.Bel xoxo


Saturday, 11 May 2013

The Confessions Of My Dirty Blogging Secret...

I'll be honest. No one I know personally has any clue about my blog. It's not that I intend to secretly blog about my friends and not tell them. It's not even that I am ashamed of my blog, why would I be, it's clearly the best blog out there [Insert tone of sarcasm here]?!

It's more of a self confidence issue. As I tend to subject myself to public humiliation on a daily basis I felt it important to keep my blogging identity secret. I get embarrassed when my tutors read my academic work let alone allowing friends to read the personal thoughts I so publicly display to the whole wide virtual world. Silly irrational ironic Laura.

The physical belongs in the physical and the virtual stays on the virtual. When my friends read tweets out loud from my personal twitter account you will find me leaving the room, breaking into a small run (no i lie I can't run, scrap that bit), catching a bus to the airport, moving to the other side of the world and changing my name. I kid you not. 

I have no issue with the whole wide virtual world reading my blogs. In fact, I love it. So why am I so embarrassed about anyone I personally know reading it?! As soon as one of my housemates enters the room whilst I'm mid blogging, it's a quick chuck of the laptop out the window, army dive away from my desk and into casual but suspicious pose on the bed. My voice goes all squeaky and high pitched when I'm trying to act all nonchalant. It really demonstrates to you how useful my drama A level really was...

It's like singing. I love singing. Everybody loves singing. However I only sing in the shower because no one I know apart from the rubber duck and Danny the dolphin bathmat are my audience (I always receive 100% standing ovation from the pair of them). As soon as a friend or family member ask me to recite that song they recognise that I was humming, I'm straight out the door whilst filling out a witness protection form and moving to Mexico. Insecure doesn't quite cover it.

It is definitely fear of the known, not the unknown.

It leads me to think....are you guys loud and proud about your virtual adventures or do you hide under the cyberrock with a completely different identity? Go on, you can tell me, it will be our dirty little blogging secret. 

L.Bel xoxo

Friday, 10 May 2013

The Confessions Behind My First Week On Glipho...

I have been blogging for just over a week and I began using glipho a week today when a good friend kindly acquainted us. What a fun week it has been!

It was a week or so ago myself and said friend decided to attend a networking event at our university, attended by some of the biggest media heads in the UK. SRS BSNS.

Remember that scene from Bridget Jones when she attempts networking and makes a complete fool of herself? Well that was what my friend and myself had succeeded in doing. Someone really needs to create a career in awkward networking. We'd own that.


We were fortunate enough to have the opportunity to speak to the BBC Communications Manager who gave us some brilliant advice and inspired us to start blogging so we could build an online audience.

One week later and here I am. Taking over the internet and becoming an online sensation.


However, it has been a very successful week on my blogging adventure. Beginning my blog on Blogger has been a great experience yet I still felt like a needle in a blogging haystack. Far from the audience and not really knowing if anyone was taking any notice of my blog. Why would they? Who really wants to listen to a clumsy, easily excited and over enthusiastic student? (I'm a real self confidence booster)

Then Glipho flew into my life and I am completely hooked! Glipho makes all users feel welcome and gives everyone the chance to shine with their blogtastic thoughts. I have really felt for the first time in my social media life that people actually have taken notice of my writing. So I want to say a huge thanks to every single viewer who has taken the time to read and even pass the odd comment on my blog.

Glipho has become the new way forward. So much so that I am so focused on it I have completely neglected all work and exams that are happening in the next couple of weeks. Woops.

I hope Glipho receives all the internet attention it deserves! It is the perfect social networking platform and I recommend it to all bloggers out there.

I'm grateful of any advice and tips on how to improve my blog on blogger so all comments are welcome :)

Now....I best get on with....what am I studying again?

L.Bel xoxo

Thursday, 9 May 2013

The Confessions Of A Californian Dream...

It has been just over a week since my housemate/best friend/partner in crime and myself have decided that we want to work in San Francisco, California. Specifically in the area of Social Media.

I know what you're thinking, they just expect to walk into jobs in California, live the good life whilst spending most days on a beach catching rays.

Well you thought wrong! We chose California due to being inhabited by some of the worlds biggest global companies. From Cosmetics such as 'Benefit' to technology such as 'Facebook' and 'Apple'. You name it, California has got it. The majority of companies we have researched have head offices/branches based in San Francisco, all containing departments providing branding and PR with use in Social Media.

Being two undergraduates with little knowledge of the working world yet so much to offer in Social Media, we just have no idea where to begin!

This is where we need YOU!

We want to find out all there is to know about the working world, Social Media, living and working abroad as well as life as a recent graduate.

We need as much support and information as possible to be able to achieve this. Whether you can point us in the direction of someone that can help or you yourself are up for the challenge then dive straight in! We are two friendly and hard working girls ready to show the world what we're made of.

Not sure if you can help? Whether you work in Social Media, own a business, can offer job hunting advice, graduated from university and went through challenges of job hunting yourself or have lived or are living in the USA and can tell us what life in the states is like then please don't be shy, we would be more then thankful to hear what you have to say.

Get in touch with us over our blogs, twitter or request a personal email address, your choice!

My partner in crimes blog -

Help us replace this photo with a real one

Wish us luck!

L.Bel xoxo

The Confessions Of Wonder Woman...

'Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says 'Oh crap, she's up'

This is a quote I came across the internet a couple of months ago and has since remained at the top of my thoughts. It's the kind of quote that really pushes me at everything I do. 

Everyone has there off days, you know the kind. When it feels the world is against you and everything you want to achieve is unattainable. Today felt like one of those days. In the midst of drowning in paper and books I hit a wall and being a typical emotional girl, had a little cry.

And that is A-Okay! I brushed off the tears, made a cup of tea, ate some biscuits and I was on my way again.

I always say that you should never let anything or anyone bring you down. I've had my fair share of 'You're not good enoughs', 'yeah right' and 'You're not ever gonna make it' thrown my way. I take that as fuel for working to what I want.

I write this blog in hopes that it motivates someone out there, whether it's one reader or many. Never let anything stop you at achieving what you want to achieve.

I was told in high school at a parents evening by a horrible grumpy old chemistry teacher that I shouldn't try to go too far in education. I should leave high school and maybe go into beauty at a local college. My mum was outraged and took great offence. As I was in year 9 I didn't really care. I found dealing with the social side of of school much more of a challenge then the academic side.

But look at me now. I'm at one of the UK's top universities, rocking a degree and having the time of my life working towards a future career. I'd love to go back to my year 9 chemistry teacher and show him how wrong he really was.

But i'm past that. People bring you down because you are above them. I'm above being told I'm not smart enough, I'm not pretty enough, I'm not 'cool' enough, I'm not thin enough. Blah Blah Blah. Cool story bro, tell it to someone that cares.

I'm being thrown into the future, as most people are, completely blind. I'm scared and clueless. But I can't wait to take on the challenge and see where life takes me. This is the kind of feeling you should take on too. When ever anyone makes you feel small, makes you feel ugly, makes you feel insignificant. Just smile and walk away. Because you, yes you, are unstoppable.

It's going to be a bumpy road and it definitely wont be easy. Some days you will feel like Wonder Woman, some days you will want to hide away from the world. But I believe you can make. So should you.

I apologise for the overwhelmingly soppy blog post. It's just one of those days.

'Use your smile to change the world, don't let the world change your smile.'

L.Bel xoxo


Wednesday, 8 May 2013

The Confessions Of Exam Season...

I wasn't going to do a blog post tonight as I am so tired from a busy busy day that I didn't want my lack of energy to affect my blog. However this topic is quite appropriate.

Summer term for most students is the worst term of them all. I've felt this way since I did my GCSEs.

Exam Season.
You feel guilty when you're not staring at a book and when you're staring at a book you are worried you're not staring at it enough. It's a never ending cycle. I even feel guilty in my sleep. 

It's every man for himself out there. I'd never thought I'd see the day I'd be fighting over library books with complete strangers.  My university has even introduced 'library police', monitoring seats whos owners have left unattended for more then 5 minutes and removing you from the building if you so much as breathe. 

It really is every man for himself. What were once kind 'Hellos' and 'Goodbyes' are now grunts of 'Don't even talk to me right now'. It's a cry for help.

This time of year you realise all those lectures and seminars you attended never actually went in and you spend 2-3 weeks before your exams learning everything from the start. It's also that time of year you realise how interesting your Facebook page, that hasn't had a single update within the past 20 minutes, can really be.

Then come the drastic mood changes. Most days if I have made it to 5pm without a complete meltdown then I'd call it a good day.

Exam period means clocks go backwards, bedtimes get later, mornings get earlier, smiles turn to frowns, food gets crappier and so on.

But hang in there students. We're all in this together and we'll make it to that last exam. We'll then meet in the pub, erase it all and do it all again the same time next year.

Does it ever end?!

L.Bel xoxo

P.S. Yes that is a photo of myself sleeping in the library. Times get tough.

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

The Confession Of A Fangirl...

I'm a tired and hard working student so I apologise if i'm slacking in making my blogs entertaining! We don't just sleep all day you know, we occasionally have to revise for these things called 'Degrees'...who'd of thought it?

To the point: 

Fangirl. A word often found on social networking sites such as Twitter and Tumblr. A Fangirl is...well I'll give you the Urban Dictionary definition:

Fangirl : A female who has overstepped the line between healthy fandomn and indecent obsession.

Now, I for one am fully aware I am guilty of such a crime. I have in the past fixated on a rockstar or actor so far past the point of healthy obsession. Such fangirling consisted of redecorating every visible surface of my bedroom with said celebrities face or listening to their music and only their music, telling people said rockstar would one day bump into you in the street and realise you are the one etc etc etc.... I even had the odd fantasy they'd burst into a science lesson, sweep me off my feet and we'd ride away into the sunset of Los Angeles in their stretched limo. (Which by the way, Christian Bale is definitely going to do any day now)

You catch my drift, I mean lets face it, we've all been there! 


I kinda feel there is a difference between the fangirls of the late 90s - early 00s to the fangirls of today. Fan girls of today are in a new league. It was only today that Ed Sheeran instagrammed a photo of a broken award and as i scrolled over my feed I witnessed a comment from a fan that stated  'I cried all night and for days after when I saw this' erm...honey it will fix with some superglue, I'm sure Ed didn't take it that hard. Maybe it's the internet that exposes the inner weirdness of a fan girl, so creepiness always existed it's just much more visible now...

I follow a lot of My Chemical Romance fans on twitter as It's nice to have something in common with a bunch of strangers you're never going to meet but it really scares me to see tweets consisting of band members houses and so did that become your business? 

And do you know what's worse then creepy tweets? FANFICTION.  

If you don't know what 'Fanfiction' is then I'll let you google it yourself. But I can tell you one thing. You can thank Fanfiction for 50 Shades Of Grey.... I'll let that one sit with you...

I'm sorry if fanfiction is your thing. I know it's good to be into creative writing and all that but shipping 'Harry Potter' and 'Draco Malfoy' as 'Drarry' is something my eyes weren't placed on this planet to see. I can NEVER read Harry Potter in the same way EVER again. I hope you're happy.

When did it become okay to know everything about every celebrity to grace this planet? Knowing their favourite colour or their favourite musician is fine. But scaling the internet for pictures of their house or who they're currently dating is none of your business! Privacy is such a thing of the past.

And QUIT with the scary fanfictions. I dread to think any of my heroes google themselves and read one. It makes me uncomfortable to watch them experience the weird and freaky that is their fanbase.

I'm all for 'Be who you are' but there may just be a line you crossed a few miles back...

L.Bel xoxo


Monday, 6 May 2013

The Confessions Of The Sky...

I know I have already recently posted this evening but this is something short and sweet for your eyes only.
I'll be honest, I'm just killing time as there is a queue for the bathroom in my student squalor.

I live in the penthouse suite of my student palace with a veiw across all of York. This is a sad attempt at covering up the fact that I live in a tiny bedroom on the top of a 3 floor student house with holes in the walls and floor, a kitchen that was obviously designed by a man, a toilet that doesn't stop flushing and a TV that's so dated, we'd applaud a burglar if they actually managed to get it out of the house.


Up in my tower, I wasn't lying about the view. You will often catch me sticking my head out the roof, gazing into everybody's houses and invading their privacy, you know, like we brits do best. Every now and then I am fortunate to witness some of the most beautiful sunsets and other magical events.

From hot air balloons to lanterns, I have truly seen some beautiful sights. I could do an entire blog on them alone. With this post I wanted to share with you some of the beauty I have seen. They often make me feel at peace with their calming colours. (Note: I am not a photographer. I'm more of a 'take cool photos and post on social networking sites but pretend i'm arty and cool grapher.'). NONE of these photos are edited/filted/photoshopped. They have all been captured with my iphone 4 most of the time with me hanging out of my bedroom window semi-naked thinking no one else can see.

Enjoy! (the pictures, not the idea of me semi naked).

L.Bel xoxo

The Confessions Of A Wannabe 80s Rockstar...

I've been busy with studying all day but I have been looking forward to writing this post so much! At least if you guys don't enjoy it, I will of had fun!! I have to warn you's a little cheesy.

So have you heard of that condition where you are born a girl but inside you are really a boy? Well this is quite a drastic comparison but I was born in the 90s, really I should of been alive during the 80s.

When I was in high school, kids my age were listening to 'Basshunter' and other such DJ's. Not me. I was listening to the electric riffs of Aerosmith. When kids my age were fighting for the release of a local gig ticket of some current superstar, I was wishing for someone to put me in a time machine so I could go back to watch the days of 'hair bands' in sparkly catsuits.

I was bought up in a house with two 80s rockers for parents. Literally, you name it, they've got it/seen it. Saturday and Sunday afternoon are spent either blasting out my dads favourite vinyls or my mums current attempt to keep updated with new music technologies whilst maintaining that old fashioned music taste. It's no great wonder how I ended up like this.

I want nothing more then poodles with guitars to make a come back! Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against modern rockstars. But nothing quite screams rock like a man in spandex and hair bigger then an overgrown bush. It wasn't just the image. The music really was alive. You will find me often dancing around my bedroom to Bon Jovi's 'You Give Love A Bad Name' or Whitesnake's 'Here I Go Again'. These bands were in a league of their own. Their music took you to another universe.

 So why did their style become extinct?! Over night did someone burn their wardrobes whilst simultaneously shaving their heads?! All that is left is the 'has beens' of yesterday, 'reunion tours' and Steel Panther disgracing all that was classic*shudders*. What I would do to experience a night with the presence of Freddie Mercury, to jump along with Eddie Van Halen and scream until my lungs pop to 'Livin' On A Prayer' with Jon Bon Jovi. Those guys are my idols.

I couldn't complete this post without some shameless name dropping. Summer 2011 my friend had a spare ticket to 'Slash', Yes, THE Slash of the classic 80's line up of Guns N Roses. THE Slash that sends electric volts down your spine within the first seconds of the opening intro of 'Sweet Child O' Mine'. At the end of one of the best gigs I have ever experienced, we stuck around in the pouring rain to be graced with the presence of the man himself. Still sporting the jet black curls and trademark hat. After a quick chat and a signature I was left flying high. I haven't since stopped talking about that night. Those short moments with Slash were the closest I'd ever get to the classic rockstars of the 80s. This little taste of 80s history was mine. I would treasure it forever.

My impression of the 80s could be completely wrong. After all, I'm a 90s girl. If you have any cool stories, experiences etc of the 80s, I'd be more then thrilled to listen!

Back to the 80s.

L.Bell xoxo


Sunday, 5 May 2013

The Confessions Of A Disney Princess...

Okay. I'm going to be honest. This isn't going to be some cute fluffly sparkly post on how amazing Disney is. Don't get me wrong, I'd die if I didn't have Disney in my life. But there is one issue I have with Disney...and it's been on my mind for many years now.


Like a lot of people, I grew up watching every Disney movie ever produced. Ever. And all I ever wanted to be was a Disney princess. I told my mum the first time I watched The Little Mermaid that I was going to marry prince Eric. Trust me, it took me a long time to realize that ain't ever gonna happen.

Disney, you gave me false expectations of men. I want a refund.

I'm not saying I'd change anything about Disney but I think they should produce some movies of 'Girl, this is what life is really like'.

I mean the only time I ever felt like a Disney princess was at my High School prom...

So here is how I see it
We've got two options here planet earth. Produce Disney films with realistic explanations of men who don't run around on white horses saving damsels in distress OR make it compulsory for all girls to dress like Disney princesses every day.


L.Bel xoxo


The Confessions Of The Best Friend Syndrome...

It's too late for me. Save yourself. It's an epidemic. It's everywhere. It's unavoidable and it's really really annoying.

Best Friends. We all have one.

When you get older, you become more dependent on them. They're the ones that tell you there are plenty more fish in the sea, tell you what dress looks better, scrape you off the club toilet floor, act as a human headband when your stomach has had one beverage too many, put you to bed when you've partied that little bit too much over the get the picture. BUT if you're not careful and if you don't take precautions they become the substitute boyfriend/girlfriend. They are in every inch of your life. Up to that point that to the rest of the world, you are insufferable. I like to call this 'The Best Friend Syndrome'. And I for one am terminal.

Symptoms include:

  • Texting each other so much you defy your mobile networks contract rules of 'unlimited texts'
  • Having a borderline lovers tiff because you've gone 12 hours without a phone call from each other 
  • Writing on each others Facebook walls even though you're in the same room 
  • Getting regular 'You have reached your tweeting capacity' messages because you're clogging up everybody else's twitter feed with 'BFFFFFS 4 LIFE XOXOXO' and other personal jokes.
And don't think it can easily be contained. They don't just come in pairs, they often travel in packs. Strutting the high street with their high pitched squeals and pack calls of 'EHMEHGERD LET'S INSTAGRAM IN NANDOS' 

To the rest of the world you're irritating, immature and in desperate need of a boyfriend.

Readers should be aware of this syndrome. It can strike at any point in life, any where, any time.

It's too late for me. Here's my fellow blogger and bezzie, Miss Zoe D.
 Yes. That is us pulling stupid faces and putting it into a collage ready for Instagram. It's too late for us. But not for you. Save yourself before you too become insufferably cute and giggly. Referring to each other as 'Marshmellow and Lillypad (How I Met Your Mother reference).

Methods of precautions found useful by those who have successfully avoided this syndrome are

  • Anti-social behavior
  • Avoiding Social Networking sites
  • Owning a Mobile Phone created in the 90s
  • Avoiding fast food restaurants
  • Being in a relationship.
Maybe you can save yourself. It was too late for me.I can't escape this. I love my partner in crime. 
Who needs a boyfriend anyway?...I don't even know how often they need walking...

L. Bel xoxo


Saturday, 4 May 2013

The Confessions Of A Single Student...

I bet I can tell what you're thinking, she's going to spill all her dirty secrets. Well you thought wrong! Shame on you! I haven't got any naughty secrets, I'm a good girl!...

I wanted to talk to you about the real confessions of a single student. Now I can't speak for all you men out there, god knows what goes on in that head of yours! I speak for the single ladies of university, and maybe single ladies in general. Don't hesitate to tell me how you feel on the following matter...

Something strange happens the moment you begin university  Almost as though it happens instantly over night. Let me paint you a picture. You are care free. You are unstoppable. Your biggest fears are not passing your A levels to get into your dream university, not looking hot to trot in your new summer bikini on the sticky beaches of Malia or if your future flatmates are going to be something like the cast of the Rocky Horror Show. But never-the-less, you get your grades and off you go, into a new city, a new home, a new life. And then it begins, that downward spiral of singleton.... 'Where is my husband?!'

What on earth is she on about? you may say...

Welcome to Singletown, population: me.

Being single at uni seems like all fun and games at first but by the end of your first year you're starting to think 'wait a minute...everyone is pairing off...why aren't I?' and the next thing you know you're returning home to a summer of your closest friends practically engaged to that boy they met on that social dressed up like a drag queen on that student night in that bar. You think they're odd? Well think again, you're the odd one for not returning with a new piece of arm candy. 

And it doesn't stop there, your parents are on the verge of submitting you to a psychiatric ward because surely it is not possible for you to have passed through your first year of university without meeting the man you're going to marry purely due to everyone they know, including themselves, meeting their partners in the first 30 seconds of moving into halls!!! It couldn't possibly cross their mind that you just haven't met the right guy yet. No, not an ice cubes chance in hell.  They assume you are the problem and you should start saving for your 7 cats as we speak. 

Now at the end of my penultimate year at university, my parents have started saving for that basement conversion where I shall be living with my 7 cats and supermarket sized freezer to stock the only men I need in my life, 'Ben & Jerry'. 

You think I'm joking.

When did it suddenly become the tradition to be married and pregnant by 21?!  All I have learnt from this is that I am slowly becoming the Bridget Jones of my generation. Oh how I can't wait for the years of 'How's that non existent love life of yours going?' pity talks from friends and families. Will I be shunned from society forever for being single past 20?! Quick...someone get me the hotline for the local cattery, this crazy lady needs to stock up!

Will it be this way forever? Is there anyone out there that can reassure me that I needn't rush to M&S for those oh so famous stomach holding in granny pants yet? Whatever happened to all those 'I don't need a man' motives anyway. Pretty sure that's just a lie told by single women out there to make themselves feel better and shield the judgement leaking over them from couplesville.

So next time you see a single girl back from university, may they be your friend, daughter, granddaughter, niece  cousin etc THINK TWICE before you shatter the confidence of her inner Bridget with those oh so nosey relationship questions. Or at least let her call in her boys Ben and Jerry for reinforcements first!

Truth be told, I prefer dogs to cats.

L.Bel xoxo


Friday, 3 May 2013

The Confessions of the haircut...

New start, new me. So what better way to start my new plans then to have a new hair cut! For any normal 20 year old girl, this is a nice pampering experience to boost the confidence and to feel special for all of 24 hours. For me...this is the worst form social awkwardness you can force upon yourself.

My story begins with the student dilemma of 'Where in this city that I know so little about can I get my hair cut and coloured for a price that doesn't lead to living off value baked beans for weeks after?'. Well I found myself asking this question within the earshot of a good friend who recommended her local hairdresser up the road from her student squaler. With a tingle of excitement and a huge flock of the butterflies, I obliged.

Now if you are anything like me, getting your hair done is a stressful experience purely for the socially awkward situation of having a one on one conversation with a hairdresser you have never met before and lets face it, you're convinced they're going to go all Jackie Chan on those locks you've spent so long pushing to grow.

So I enter this salon of doom with much apprehension. I am placed on a swirly chair, suited up in a robe and passed over to the stylist who engages in the inquisition of how she can rescue my frizzy wig. 

I request this...

I come out like this

So not only do I come out LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME AS I DID BEFORE I WENT hair is 3 inches shorter when I stressed and stressed and stressed that I only have a small trim to tidy up the ends....


I admit, I do not take the best care with my hair. I fry it with every heat appliance the beauty world will throw my way and I don't exactly take regular visits to the salon. My reckless hair styling behavior earned me a severe 'I'm seriously judging you right now' scorning from the stylist. 

'When was the last time you got your hair cut?!'

'So you are sure you don't want me to take off more?'

'What are you actually aiming to achieve by growing your hair out?'

'I take it you don't use heat protector?'

Let's just say I crawled face down out of that salon and I am planning to never return.

I even tried to engage in salon 'girl talk' with the other stylists on the local school prom and how exciting it is to get styled and dressed up. Only to have the response from my stylist of 'I never went to prom. I don't regret it.' ..... if tones could kill. 

My highlight of this trip was when she asked 'How do you want your hair dried?' 

Sorry but how was I supposed to know that 'With a blow dryer?!' was a sassy remark and that was not what the stylist meant. Someone remind me to read up on hairdressing jargon next time I go for a cut!!!!

I honestly don't know who was more awkward, me or the stylist. 

I've learnt my lesson. I'm never setting foot in a hair dressers ever again. Simples.

L.Bel xoxo

The Confessions Of The Beginning...

Hey, I’m Laura and welcome to what you will learn to be the most exciting blog the internet can hit you with!....No I lie, you can probably find an inspiring travel blog of a student on his ‘gap yah’ on Google much more exciting than me HOWEVER, don’t feel disheartened of your find for I am more than just an average face (see, at least I’m honest). These are the confessions and events through my week and daily routines with the added twist of me being the most socially awkward girl on the planet. I do not exaggerate. I once told a friend I took Sociology as a degree because I hoped I would learn to become less socially awkward and more of a functional member of society. She laughed. I wasn’t joking. Things just got a little awkward huh? See, you’ve been reading this for a minute and I’ve already succeeded in becoming an atmosphere killer.

Here is a funny picture to emphasize how crazy I am...
Hereeeeeeeee's Laura

Am I still not selling it? .... Yeah I would jump through hoops for you but....I can't afford the hoop. I'm a student or in parents term 'The Debt'. I love my degree but I am getting to that scary stage in life when you get told to put down the Barbie dolls and suit up. The Barbie doll is metaphorical...I don't still play with Barbie dolls...I'm 20.....this is awkward...ANYWAYS I am working towards a dream in Social Media/Marketing and quite frankly, I don't know where to begin! So stick with me on my adventure, if you think you can help with advice and what not then please do not hesitate to contact me over my blog or my twitter account @lbeldreams

There is great purpose behind my blog. This is my online diary to note my journey towards my dream of travelling to California to gain work experience in San Francisco. It is going to be a long journey but I WILL get there!...if California let me in! If I put my mind to it I believe I can achieve this. American dream here I come!

Oh and did I mention I am clumsy, loud, awkwardly funny and just all round crazy. There goes any future employer prospects...... played Laura played.... I promise this blog will be filled with moments of laughter, embarrassment and many 'Oh my, did she really just do that?' moments.

 SO anyways…it would be appreciated if you stuck around for events to come. Trust me…I make Bridget Jones look as graceful as Kate Middleton. I wasn’t joking. xoxo

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