So..
This is it, I am finally moving away from ‘home’, the name I have fondly called University for the past 5 years. Yes, I am taking a bold step into the world of adulthood, something I have been putting off for far too long now. Well let face it, leaving the safe-haven that is Uni, for a life of poverty and responsibility just doesn’t sound fun, but this is my time folks.

Oh I have had some good times and I’ve got enough pictures to prove it (hence the 1,761 tagged pics of me posing on facebook). I will miss the place, but life goes on. To do what; I am unsure. I am confused, confused about jobs, money, friends, but I fancy an adventure. I love the thought of having my own place with my own rules.

So I am moving on, to Huntingdon, a beautiful town in Cambridgeshire. I have got the keys, my house is set up and filled with all of my belongings, which I have accumulated over the years. All that’s left to do is properly move in. Well that and find furniture. To the right is a pic of my new living room, I’m very proud of it I must say.

For now, I am in Stoke “visiting” for the last time, to say my final goodbyes. Furniture is far from my mind whilst being here, enjoying the sunshine with friends and my boyfriend.

Last night I went to Summer Ball 2010. What a night. I got to see some of the people that have made Uni what it is. We danced throughout the night and sadly for me but not for everyone else, I lost my voice. I’m guessing from that effect I must have been belting out the classic tunes a little too hard (sorry again). All in all I had a great time and made it to the end.. around 6am. This act of craziness gave me the title of Summer Ball Survivor 2010 according to our Student Union..oh how the mother will be proud.

Recovered rather nicely today, expected a tad more sickness, shakes or head pounding, but my body prevailed and I managed to be awake and in a fine shape before midday. I thank you! Shame my appearance didn’t match my mood, I kept the night before’s make-up on for the day, I had to wear my boyfriends size 9 shoes as heels the ‘day after’ are a definite no-no and I remain unshowered at this very moment. What a ghastly creature I am.

So now I sit. I think back to the furniture.. red or beige?? hmm

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I’m so so sorry for lack of update. I’ve moved back to Manchester and freshers week + no time for internet = no online me

Just a few points to leave you with until I post on Sunday with all the LONDON FASHION WEEKEND goss (yes, I managed to afford the train fare!)

• been going out a fair bit, my best friend has managed to vomit of 2/3 nights out, nice one!
• drinking too much toffee apple cider <3
• went to see The Veronicas tonight – AMAZING IS NOT THE WORD
• stumbled upon a Jeremy Kyle at 11pm on Oxford Road in Manchester in a marquee, surrounded by millions of bodyguards and fans – “WTF”
• broke my phone somehow (the touch screen is like a rainbow, I haven’t dropped it or anything I’m so gutted!)
• drank too much vodka and cherryade, do not want to see or drink it ever again

Uni officially starts tuesday, can’t wait to get my Photography on once again! Night night all, need to get some beauty sleep before my solo train journey tomorrow (meeting my bezzie at Euston) Ta-ra! Back with a proper update Sunday x

p.s WHAT ON EARTH DO I WEAR.

I have been overly excited about this fancy-dress night at Uni for weeks and weeks.
On Sunday it was Super Sunday.
Superhero fancy dress.

My outfit was planned literally days in advance and I spent the best part of Saturday night hemming capes til my fingers grew callouses.

See the fruits of my labours??
Pure craft genius.
I sewed the lightning bolt leotard and created the swishy cape with my own little bare hands.
The handiwork is magnificent (shoddy) and the effects left others in awe.

Especially when my friend, Adam and I were making our way to 53degrees (our student’s union club) running past the windows of various Chinese takeaways and kebab houses with our arms in the air pretending that we were flying.

To those of you judging Adam’s excuse of an outfit I would just like to refuse all associations with it. Except for, of course, the cape. Which, I’m sure you’ll agree is the epitome of modern cape design.

The ‘gold bits’, ‘bling’ and tracksuit pants have nothing to do with me.
You know what boys are like…

So anyway, the night itself was great. I love fancy dress and get far too into it for my own good.
That’s why I was pretending to fly/pretending to save people/swishing my cape around.
Do you think I could get away with wearing it every day?

Soph x

I managed to book my appointment at Heaven Spa at the Hilton eventually. Just by basically telling them that I was coming! Well actually, I called on Monday and sorted everything out then.

Hold on, let me start this again…

It’s Freshers Week this week at UCLan and as a seasoned 4th year student I like to think I have a pretty good idea of what nights to go out on and which venues to attend.
Monday – The first night of the week. Lots of virile young Freshers to corrupt.
Sunday – Last night of the messy week. Nuff said.
This being known, why did I book my Wahanda Experience in Manchester for Tuesday at 2pm?

After sleeping on the train for an hour, Boy & I touched down at Manchester Piccadilly at about 1pm.
All the time this was made entertaining/painful by the games Boy plays when we are in public.
1. When walking past a wall or large sign, he hides behind it so I either carry on walking without him whilst chatting away to myself or I look like a ’special’ person running around looking for someone who isn’t there.
2. Breaking wind (loudly) and blaming it on me (loudly).
3. Shouting “Sophie!!! Stop making a scene!!” In the middle of shopping centres.

All endearing qualities I’m sure you’ll agree.
So, feeling a little worse for wear and functioning solely on a Pecan pastry purchased at the train station we wound up at the Hilton hotel, Deansgate by chance. Our only directions being, “Head towards the big glass building on the horizon.”
Those directions being dictated by me.

The girls at the spa were waiting for us (we weren’t late, that’s just how posh it was!). They knew our names and they had our treatments ready.

Before they could get their beautifully manicured hands on either of us however, we had to take an exam.
Well, not an exam exactly, but we had to fill out forms.
One question being “Have you consumed alcohol recently?”

I wasn’t exactly going to lie was I?!

Another asked what kind, and how often I exercised. I put “Aerobic, 2-3 times weekly”.
What I should have put is “I occasionally attempt my Ministry of Sound: Pump it Up! workout dvd but usually give up within 20 minutes and go and eat some cake.”

After they’d found out my mum’s star sign we were ready to rock and were taken to separate treatment rooms for our massages.
Francesca told me to strip to the waist, lie on the bed and cover myself with a towel whilst she stepped out of the room.
What did I say..?
“Do I have to take my bra off?!” In a stupid, giggly way.
Great work Soph. Now Francesca knows you’re a loser. If you’d have kept your mouth shut she’d have been none the wiser…

The massage itself was amazing. I couldn’t help thinking that I’m usually so detached from my own body. I rely on my laptop or my phone or the tv so much that I forget about the things that are just organic and relaxing.
And then I thought, “Don’t fall asleep on the massage table…”

And then I fell asleep on the massage table.

I woke up to the pliky plonky music and candle-light. It was brilliant.

My prescriptive manicure was awesome too.
I asked Francesca if she’d ever treated anyone famous in the hotel. She said no but I like to think that she has because then I can tell people that.
She filed and shaped my nails, oiled my hands up something good and then coated my nails in the delicious pink colour that I chose called Raspberry.

“It’ll be about 15 minutes ’til they’re touch-dry,” she explained, “and then an hour or two ’til they’re a hundred percent dry.”
“Right…” I said. This would be difficult.
“I’ll leave you to it then. You might want to get your friend to put your shoes on for you before you leave.”

Excellent.

I sat on the wicker chairs in the waiting room surrounded by bamboo and strategically placed pebbles and wiggled my feet in Boy’s direction.
“…And could you carry this for me as well?” I said, pointing at my handbag. “…And this?” Gesturing to my schoolboy blazer.