Monday, 30 December 2013

The Final Confession Of 2013

Happy holidays bloggers! I hope you've all had a wonderful Christmas and are ready to start the New Year with a great big bang! I'm excited for this is my last blog post of 2013! It's a real special one! No I lie it's just like all my other posts.

First of all, Santa forgot to bring me Zac Effron. I'm just assuming he got lot in the post at this moment in time. I'll just sit by chimney and wait for his arrival. Secondly, you know you're truly becoming Bridget Jones when your mum buys you not only numerous pairs of granny pants for Christmas but granny pants with pictures of cats on them. Just what every 21 year old wants for Christmas. Also, I'm wearing super thigh and stomach supporting tights for New Years eve. Yeahah, I plan to spend 2014 watching homes under the hammer whilst showing my 10 cats pictures of cakes I dream to make. 21 going on 65 it appears.

2013 really has been an incredible year and I am sad that it has to end however I am very much ready for 2014. I have been lucky enough to experience so much greatness this year and I am blessed. I got to visit New York, I won a Laptop, I bought lots of beautiful handbags, I turned 21 and last but not least, started this blog! I feel 2013 has been one of my best years yet. It hasn't been all fun and games and I've experienced some horrendous things especially towards the end but all in all it made me a stronger person so I'm grateful for that.



2014 scares me. This time next year I could not tell you where I'll be. I'd love to be employed and happy in some form of graduate job however at this moment in time that doesn't feel too realistic. I hate uncertainty so the start of 2014 is going to be such a challenge for me. It's also the year I graduate....crap..I think I'll just jump ship now and run off into the sunset with Zac Effron...

I wanted to thank you for sticking with me on my blogging adventure and I wish you all a Happy New Year and hope that 2014 brings you joy, success, love, laughter and friendship. I also hope your New Years Eve is full of magic. I have to be on my best behavior this year and I was going to tell you why but that story is definitely one that doesn't need to be made anymore famous then it is, it has taken a full year for my friends to recover...woops

Anyways, I just heard the doorbell, I guess it must be Zac so best wishes my beauties!

L.Bel xoxo



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Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Wishing You A Merry Christmas!

Seasons greetings my lovely bloggers! I hope you're festive fun has begun!



I apologize for my lack of blogging over the past 2 weeks, I've been so so so so busy! I've been to London, I've had birthday celebrations to attend and I've had lots of work to do before I go bang!

I'm currently sat ion the sofa with a snoozing springer spaniel asleep next to me whilst we watch Elf. Admittedly I'm not feeling too festive today for I got rejected this morning from my dream graduate scheme. Brutal right? Who rejects applicants on Christmas eve?! If anyone works for Sky or knows anyone that works for Sky recruitment, please could you teach them the meaning of heartlessness. And also warn them Santa is bringing them coal. No, I'm not bitter at all. This though has triggered a slightly 'Bridget Jones' Christmas spiral. No career prospects, single and lonely and skint. Thank you Sky for that blow to my self esteem.



Now that's enough of the pity party and let celebrate Christmas! I can't believe I've made it all the way to Christmas as a blogger. That's 8 whole months of blogging! I would have never of thought I'd of blogged for so long and I definitely owe that one to all of you who have read my blog, commented, retweeted and followed. I can promise you Santa is gonna get stuck coming down your chimneys as he brings you lots of joy!

Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas filled with family, friends and fun...Oh an some darn good bargains in the Christmas sales ;) Personally I'm hoping for a new handbag...of the Chanel kind...Yeah I know that's being optimistic.


Now if I don't find Zac Effron under my Christmas tree tomorrow, I'm gonna be having words with the big red man...

Happy Christmas

L.Bel. xoxo

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Sunday, 15 December 2013

Career Prospects - a life lesson and journey.

I have exciting news fellow bloggers! I have joined a group called #StudentBloggerSelection run by The Student Blogger and each week they set a theme to be interpreted at your own imagination. Now you all know what my imagination is like so this is bound to be a gooden!. If you are a student or recent graduate and a blogger (regardless of what you specialize in) I recommend joining as it's a great way to build your audience. You can join by selecting the badge down on the right column of my blog. This weeks theme is Career Prospects - Enjoy! x





'Career Prospects.' Two words that can send a student running for the hills before you can whisper the words 'unemployment'.



Career Prospects begin from the youngest possible age. As a child you imagine the most adventurous career prospects possible. I wanted to be the 8th member of S Club 7. I then wanted to be a Dolphin Trainer. I then wanted to be Buffy The Vampire Slayer. When you're young you feel you can do whatever you want, the world is your oyster. Eventually I made the rational decision to become a Vet (after realising vampires don't actually exist). I loved animals and the thought of healing sick pets made me happy. As I got older the whole Vet career prospect went out the window when I realised being a Vet involved sticking your hand up animals butts and knowing I couldn't save every animal that came under my care was too much to handle. Back to the drawing board it was.

When I reached high school I had no clue. No clue at all what I wanted to be. Why would I? All I've ever known was school. Eventually and much to every students dismay, work experience week came around. Luckily for me my mum worked in my old primary school and therefore my week was sorted just like that. During this week I had so much fun in the classroom that I decided becoming a primary school teacher was what I really wanted to be. I was good with kids and knew I could be successful in this role.

However, I found university threw a bloody big spanner in the works. In fact, forget the spanner, more like a Miley Cyrus sized sledge hammer on a wrecking ball. All I had ever known was education so when I came to university and realised there was so much more to the world, I wanted to be so many different things. It was like being in primary school again, except a little less Buffy The Vampire Slayer and a little more independent business woman taking on the world. I developed a huge passion for social media and it even formed a hobby - my blog! I felt there must be some way of turning this into a career. After much research and internet trawling I decided marketing in media was the dream. Now cue the 'but'.



You start your first year feeling like Alan Sugar. Your working hard on a degree, your parents keep telling you how proud they are of you and you feel you will strut Beyonce style out of uni and straight into a graduate job with a successful company.

Oh how naive you are little fresher



I'm halfway through third year, I've applied for many graduate schemes, jumped through many 'psychometric test aka hoops on fire whilst blindfolded' and have been emailed 'It's not you it's me.... no actually it's you' application rejections. I feel less Beyonce and more Bridget Jones (as per usual) as there is less strutting out of uni and more stumbling and falling flat on my face. Career prospects are something you begin to feel you don't have. Competing against the rest of the student population whilst trying to succeed in tests designed for mathematical and philosophical geniuses. You loose faith, you loose self belief and there goes your confidence along with it. It doesn't help with that pretentious know it all we all have on Facebook posts status's like 'WOO Just got accepted for my dream job with my dream company' - Do one.



Alas, it ain't over till the cows come home

What I have learnt from the Career Prospects journey so far is to not give up. You'll find your way. You may leave uni unemployed and lost but just know, the government is expecting you to pay taxes so you can't avoid employment forever ;) But in all seriousness, if people graduate every year and eventually end up employed, you will too. Just never stop believing in yourself. How does that High School Musical song go again?...Oh yes....We're all in this together...

Child Career Prospect: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Dream Career Prospect: World Famous Rockstar

Realistic Dream Career Prospect: Working in media, preferably in digital marketing

Current Career Prospect: Unemployment



Wish me luck ;)



L.Bel xoxo


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Saturday, 14 December 2013

The Ultimate Christmas Movies!

Christmas isn't Christmas without a good old Christmas movie! As a big movie fan and a lover of all things Christmassy I thought I'd make a list of my top 5 must see Christmas movies!

1. The Nightmare Before Christmas



I have always been a huge fan of Tim Burton's creations and this is definitely no exception. I love the dark sense of humor and the creativity that was involved in making this film. You have to admire Burton's bold ideas plus what Tim Burton film is complete without the soundtrack of Danny Elfman!

2. The Grinch



I remember when I saw the trailer for The Grinch whilst watching a Harry Potter film when I was little and I was actually terrified. I swore to my friends I would never see it as long as My Little Pony and Barbie Dolls ruled the earth (You know that was serious). However much to my dismay my mum dragged me to the cinema to see it. I have loved this one since that first viewing, Jim Carrey deserves an oscar for his performance but all credit goes to Dr Zeus for his ingenious ideas.

3. Die Hard



If you haven't seen Die Hard you're either too young or a chick flick loving girl. Christmas isn't complete without John Mcclane kicking terrorism butt and blowing up a skyscraper. My favourite scene of this whole film is the 'Now I have a machine gun Ho-Ho-Ho'.

4. Home Alone



Obviously this had to be on the list. Home Alone is the ultimate Christmas movie. Not much more needs to be said. Oh apart from when I watched this as a small child it left me forever traumatised at the thought of being home alone...

5. Elf



I think Elf will forever be my all time favourite. I wasn't a massive fan of Will Ferrel until this movie came along! It's like the Christmas Movie of Mean Girls - it's just so quotable. I never get bored of watching it and I definitely recommend you saving it until Christmas Eve.


Now there are other great Christmas movies out there like Love Actually, Miracle on 34th Street and so on so if you're reading this I want to hear your top 5!

Happy Christmas!

L.Bel xoxo
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Thursday, 12 December 2013

The Results Of The Dreaded Haircut...

I REALLY do not want to do any work right now so I figured I could write a quick and cheeky blog post instead.

I'm doing this on request from a couple of you readers out there who wanted to know the results of the dreaded haircut. I'm gonna be honest, it was bad. Well, the haircut itself is for the best but the experience was definitely more humiliating then I expected. So here is how the story goes...(If you have just tuned into my blog please read here to get the background story before you continue)



I walked into the salon with a couple of minutes to spare, my usual hairdresser was finishing of a client and told me to take a seat in which I did. Now I don't know whether this is just me but does anyone else before they go to the hairdressers try to ensure their hair doesn't look like they've been dragged through a hedge backwards beforehand? Yet no matter how hard you try to make yourself look less cave-woman in a museum and more L'Oreal advert, as soon as you walk into the hairdressers your inferior dead and damaged locks don't stand a chance against the glamour around you. It's like when you walk through the door you enter a portal that strips your hair of its dignity and you look like you haven't washed your hair in a thousand years. No? Anyone get that? Just me then?....

So I took my place on the chair and let my hairdresser gaze upon the mess that was my head.Normally I'd state what needed doing, my hairdresser would make a couple of suggestions and then off we go. Only this was not the case this time. I made one tiny 'So my hair has kind of grown out a bit lopsided due to a bad haircut from a salon at uni..' and all of a sudden it's

'Whoa your hair is wonky'

and then

'oh my gosh no seriously that is really uneven?'

to

'Wow let me just go and grab the back mirror so you can see what it looks like properly'


Well last time I checked it was my hair on my head and therefore I was fully aware and have been for the past 7 months about how wonky it is...but no she insisted on highlighting to me the extent of the travesty that was my hair. Only at this point she had made such a big deal the entire salon had heard and customers and hair dressers alike were all slowly edging towards me to watch the circus act. It was one of those 'can the ground swallow me up so deep I end up in Australia?'

After a 10 minute viewings for the world and his wife to come and stare and make a 'Gosh that's uneven' comment I was quickly whisked away to the backroom (my hair began scaring the other customers, clearly) where I was ducked under a sink in what felt like an 'A&E' operating theater as my hairdresser frantically ran around yelling 'CAN WE GET SOME REVIVAL TREATMENT IN HERE PLEASE, REVIVAL TREATMENT NOW!'..... Oh god was my hair that far gone?!

Due to the unevenness of my hair (did I mention my hair was wonky?, I didn't think anyone was aware of that fact yet) I had to have a hell of a lot cut off which is sad as I had spent so long growing it. But then again, it needed to happen.

The cherry on top of all hairdressing treatments is the process of 'slicking down'. Girls, you know what I mean. When they straighten your hair to an inch within its life and then apply layers of hairspray and wax so that no hair can ever stray ever again for the next 24 hours. As my hair is so thin, the slicking down process tends to make me look like a child of the 90s. So for your amusement I here provide a photo of the results as well as a couple of photos of my now lookalikes...


if my hair was any shorter I reckon I could play Edward Furlong's 'John Connor' in Terminator 2

Or

I could be backing dancer in Nirvana's 'Smells like teen spirit' music video yes?



So there we have it. This makes a great tutorial of how to go from 'Lop sided cave woman' to '90s grunge child'. I'm pretty sure that's a trend for Topshop anyways so there is my silver lining/

Now lets see if I can beat that 7 month avoiding the hairdressers record....

L.Bel xoxo
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Monday, 9 December 2013

What's In My Handbag...

I've been dying to do a 'What's In My Handbag' post for ages I just haven't got round to doing it. However there is only so much of trying to be a grown up I can take before I want to switch off for a while. Blogging is the perfect solution as it allows me to escape the real world for a short space of  time plus the typing on the keyboard makes it sound to the rest of the house as though I'm being productive. 

I think what a girl has in her handbag says a lot about who she is. Not in an evil way, I think what a girl holds in her handbag is a statement of her personality and what kind of things she's into. That and she's Mary Poppins and would put the kitchen sink in there if possible...



Alas, I can feel the excitement. Everybody say 'Hi Handbag' 

Starting off with the Diary. This one goes out to all you students out there, especially future third years. I could not get through the week if it wasn't for that diary. My head is so full of appointments/deadlines/major events that I just lose the plot. Writing everything down is so much easier to handle and definitely produces efficiency and time management! The contents of that diary is what the inside of my brain looks like. If I lost it I would not be able to function past waking up in the morning!

Secondly we have Miss Vaseline. This is last years limited edition Pink Bubbly, a little bit of class to a make up tradition. Every girl needs Vaseline. Never come between a girl and her tin. Ever.


Next on the list of crucial components to my handbag is my iPod and Urbanears. Those that are close to me know I would never ever leave the house without my iPod. I like living my life to a soundtrack and I love having music accessible at all times because lets face it, there's a song for every mood and situation and life is one big musical (in my world).

My Urbanears are one of my latest and favourite purchases of 2013. I've been desperate for decent sounds for a while and I finally found them! They come in a range of styles and colours, are big on the bass and are the perfect budget headphones for those that what a cool clear sound and style but don't want to pay the silly extortionate prices of other brands. A definite recommendation for all you music lovers and your Christmas wish list! Oh and did I mention they fold up and fit perfectly in any handbag?!


I'm an accessories hoarder and Ted Baker is my poison. I adore Ted's quirky styles in the accessories department and their purses are perfect for convenience as well as style. It definitely adds a bit of glamour to the inside of my handbag plus when I internally cry at the till on my latest shopaholic adventures I glance down at my hands to see Ted Baker fuchsia pink smiling back like a little ray of sunshine and it's all okay again....shopaholic is a word I don't use lightly when referencing myself...

Of course there was going to be a shot of my phone. Everyone and his wife has a mobile phone these days and there's always someone who's ranting about the youth of today permanently glued to their phone. Admittedly I agree, you shouldn't be sat at the pub with your mates staring at a screen however I do agree with taking it everywhere. My love for social media is all thanks to smartphones and it's the best way to stay current on the move. 

Last but not least, glasses! I'm pretty blind so if I don't have my glasses with me there's a lot of walking into lampposts and waving at a bush thinking it's someone I know. What I love about glasses is the ease of getting designer frames for cheap prices. I got the above pair by Armani and another pair by Guess for £35 thanks to clubcard vouchers and Tesco Opticians Buy One Get One Free offer. They were both worth over £100 each originally. Seriously, I wonder how they make any money these days!

So there you have it. The insides of my handbag. The handbag itself is Michael Kors and was a present to myself when I visited Macy's in New York this summer after all my hard work at the Kennels. My only problem now is I can't seem to stop buying presents for myself....woops!



I'd love to know what's in your handbag so if you have already done one of these posts let me know or if not, get typing!

L.Bel xoxo
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Sunday, 8 December 2013

The Confessions Of The Haircut...Part 2: Back With A Vengeance.

Remember when I first began my blogging journey back in May and I graced you with my hairdressing nightmare? No?....Okay read here and then continue

I managed a whole 7 months of avoiding the hairdressers after that little adventure. To me that's pretty good but I bet all you beauty bloggers out there just dropped your MAC lipsticks and had to cling on to your mirrors before you could register at that thought. Yeah I know it's bad but 7 months has allowed my hair to grow and....okay I killed it. I'm sorry. I sinned in the world of beauty and I now face the consequences.

My mum booked me a hair appointment at my local hairdressers (Yes it's that bad I didn't get a say), the same one I've been going to since I had enough hair to actually cut (yeah that didn't happen until I was 5, another example of how awkward my life is). I always feel that your hairdresser owns your hair. When you take your hair to a different hairdresser you might as well be stealing your traditional hairdressers car and be selling it to someone else. My last hairdressing experience, as mentioned in my older blog post, was so catastrophic my hair has over the past 7 months grown out in weird and different lengths. Admittedly it doesn't help that I fried it to death with curlers and straighteners plus my stint at the kennels over summer definitely didn't help. Oh and I forgot to mention I bleached the daylight out of the ends...







So to conclude and to get to my point, my hair resembles the texture of straw and looks as though a small child is my stylist with one side being longer then the other. I now feel I will walk into the hairdressers tomorrow to receive a 'Oh god what did you do to your hair? You hair that was so pristine thanks to my efforts'. It's so bad I had a nightmare I walked into the hairdressers to be told my hair was so bad they were going to shave it all off. Normal people are afraid of the dentist. Me? I'm scared of the hairdressers.

GAH

So yes this blog post is the rambling of a nervous and awaited haircut. I wanted to write this as the last post whilst sporting a severely bleached and lopsided head. *Sighs* Being a girl is so hard...

Enjoy your sunday and wish me luck!

L.Bel xoxo
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Wednesday, 4 December 2013

What University Has Taught Me...

Pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!!! I'm home for Christmas. I'm actually home. I never thought this day would come. I couldn't even see myself making it to the end of term. I honestly thought this term would be the death of me! I've cried, slept, ate my body weight in food, cried some more, yelled at people in the library, ate more chocolate, fallen over numerous times, poured a boiling hot kettle on my hand, spent a frightening figure on junk food, slept some more and nearly went BANG. How I managed to arrive to this point in one piece I do not know. Silver linings!



Being in my final year and slowly falling into a future of unemployment and £30,000 worth of debt I wanted to make a good summary of what university has really taught me. Yeah I can now cook, wash my own clothes and fend for myself(ish), but does that really matter? Is that really the most important thing to come away with from university? I beg to differ. Here are the true student life hacks gained from three years of living the student lifestyle:

1. Social Networking will become your best friend and your worst enemy.

2. Budgeting will always fail.
3.Yes, left over pizza for breakfast and supernoodles at 3am are really okay.
4. Relationships are a danger zone
5. Bacon is the perfect hangover cure: FACT.
6. Best before dates are a myth.
7. Running out of toilet roll is the equivalent of an apocalypse.
8. Food is more valuable than money.
9. Alcohol is more valuable than food.
10. Rail travel is your nemesis.

11. Blue tac, Super glue and Hard-As-Nails will fix a student house (Our kitchen is held together with Hard as Nails and we're doing just fine).
12. Damp and mold are just 'quirks' to your home.
13. The world is full of crazies and 9 times out of 10 you will end up living with them.
14. Your parents are actually saints and you've unappreciated them your entire life up until now.
15. University is just a three year diversion from working full time.
16. Nothing good will ever come from £1 shots.
17. The acloplops are not a myth and they will affect everyone. (Stop cringing, you know it's true).
18. Never turn down anything that is free. Even if you will never use it. It was free.
19. The library should be charging you rent instead of your landlord as you never leave.
20. You will enter university with a hate for coffee and leave with an addiction.

21. Being on a first name basis with a barman or a bouncer is definitely not a good sign.
22. 'I'm never drinking ever again' is the biggest lie told at university.
23. 'I'm going to try really hard this term and not leave anything to the last minute this time' is the second.

24. You can't live without your housemates.
25. Using someone else's food or bathroom products will be the biggest mistake of your student life.
26. If you make noise during unsociable hours say bye-bye to friendship in your house/flat.
27. Student halls will be the grossest thing you ever have to witness.
28. You will at least one point in your student life hear someone above you/below you/in another flat/in another house/in another building have sex. And yes, it will be awkward.
29. Your student house will be colder then it is outside.
30. There is a North/South divide and you need to be prepared to pledge your allegiance from day one.
31. Your overdraft is just free money.

32. Tea towels are really flammable.
33. You will consider becoming a stripper at some point in your degree in order to fund your life.

34. You start off your degree feeling like Alan Sugar and you will leave feeling like Bridget Jones.
35. You can get away with anything in student houses/flats as long as you cover it with a poster or a picture.

and last but not least - regardless of whether you went to top or a lower university, it doesn't matter, you are both going to end up coming out of university unemployed, unemployable and absolutely skint. GOOD LUCK!

L.Bel xoxo

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