Long time, no blog.

Hi guys, it would seem that my second year at university has been much busier than the first and so this blog has fallen at the wayside slightly. But fear not I have still been writing! Last term I took a poetry class, a literature form that I have always struggled with (which you could no doubt tell by previous poetry entries) But I thought you guys might like to see some of my newer and hopefully much improved work. So here you go guys, please enjoy and feedback is always welcome!

Anagram of me

It's not about what went wrong

It's about who we're meant to be

Because despite trying my hardest

I was only an anagram of me

Everything the same

Just a little bit different

I wasn't to know

It would lead to your indifference

I wanted you to like me

So I always tried my best

Yet when I finally got you

I couldn't seem to rest

Finally your partner

But still acting like a guest

You jumbled me about

When you knocked me off my feet

When I was finally coming back together

You just had to go and cheat

I may never say the right thing

But I always try to be honest

I may not even sound good when I sing

But I always try to listen

We all have our little flaws

That I should not have tried to hide

For we all know we're not perfect

But at least you know I tried

Nightmares

Dark

Descends

To

Dreams

Dark

Descends

To

Dreams

Dark

Descends

To

Dreams

I fall

Untitled (1)

Hide and seek

Souls peek

Around Corners

Looking for life

Untitled (2)

Do you ever feel

Like you're staring at the sun

Not sure which way

You're going

Not sure Which way

To run

Creativity & Mischief

In class today we were asked to try and picture creativity, here's my attempt here...

In my mind I picture all the ideas I have/will have as a big wiggling multi coloured ball of wool. Different experiences, moods and music will wiggle different strings through all the knots of sleep deprivation, the tangles of caffeine dependency, the snags of student living and then it's free! BAM! idea.

It's hard work but when that creative feeling hits you, you have to dive for that pen and paper or paint pot or post it notes.... Something my teacher failed to tell us is that not all creativity is productive, but it can be absolutely hilarious.

Poor Beth came home to find her entire bedroom plastered floor to (nearly) ceiling in post it notes Bruce all mighty style! Her scream as she walked in her door was priceless. I am never leaving my bedroom unlocked in fear of her revenge!

Hannah and Amara (left and centre on the right picture) should never be left alone to plot ever, they will either take over the world or worse cling film my room until I can't move anything

Oo er.....

Whooo whoooo Pigeon Palaver

This morning I awoke with quite a bump.

'OH MY GOD OH MY GOD RACHAEL!!!!'

I practically fell out of bed as Ella continued to squeal. I could only assume someone was dead on the kitchen floor as I scrambled into something resembling clothes. I had just found (ok sat on) my glasses when Ella began to bang on my bedroom door.

'Rachael help!'

Groggily I opened the door. 'Pigeons! Fecking pigeons in the kitchen!'

Ok so our kitchen has never been the tidiest room in the flat; far from it really, but adding disease ridden pests is just going a bit far.

Our kitchen window is broken you see. Has been since we moved in, when we found out that opening the window meant possibly getting clobbered round the head by the window as it wobbled open on it's one hinge. This was not so bad, though shutting the damn thing has always been an issue (something I usually leave up to the boys....ok Sam, Kishan Is barely taller than I am) but recently it's been a lot worse when the lining of the window started to peel off and consequently got jammed in the frame, making it nigh on impossible to shut.

Obviously in the early hours of this morning, the pigeons flew into the window thinking that the pizza Ella had left out looked rather yummy. Sadly the idiots managed to shut themselves in keeping them stuck there until they nearly gave poor Ella a heart attack upon their discovery.

Shooing appeared to have no affect on the ballsy creatures that had invaded my home. It wasn't until I kicked the kitchen chair that one of them was sat on that it took flight...straight into the glass of the window.

Idiotic animals. Soon got rid of them though. Yanking the window fully open I grabbed a tea towel and flapped at them until they all took to their wings and left. Leaving me and Ella to force the window shut.

What a thing to wake up too! Obviously it was all too much for me and I fell back into bed. This time thankfully to be woken up by my alarm and not Ella's shrieking.

What a morning!

Luke knight is probably right in saying they got lost on their way to Trafalgar square. Maybe they needed a map!

(Picture from the sun newspaper 5th feb 2004 Homing pigeons Pexposed)

Inspections Inspections

I'm not a tidy person, I try but despite myself everything just explodes around me and turns into heaps of stuff. Mix that with the fact my fondness for washing up is on the same level of that for socks and it's safe to say my flat is not the tidiest place in the world.

When the words 'Flat inspections' comes up it strikes fear into many a students heart. It leads to such questions as 'Where's the hoover gone?' (which is still up for debate) 'How do I get blue tac marks off the wall?' (Proving impossible) and 'How do I get the illegal smell out of the soft furnishings?' (A LOT of Febreeze).

I hate still being up at 5am working my way through what seems like the millonth load of washing up, having already scrubbed the bathroom floor to ceiling, shoved everything possible into my closest, packed a box of books, and cooked dinner, only to find the next morning that the inspection has been delayed by a week due to 'unforeseen circumstances' bah humbug!

Hopefully by then we will have found the hoover, where could it be hiding?

Transvestites on the tubes

One of the things I love about London is how some really weird things are accepted as totally normal. Talk about jaded city folk.

Just this morning for instance I was just about to get on the jubilee line when the signals changed to announce that the train I was about to board had a fault and would not be moving an inch. Sighing I swung round and nearly ran head long into two women just getting off the next carriage. Except well...they weren't women.

The first must have been bordering on 6'5 tottering in white leather stiletto's and one of Kylies old stage outfits. The skin tight white one with the long slung neckline that ends up near her navel. Except this time it did not show of a glimpse of cleavage and washboard stomach, but an impressive amount of chest hair and a paunch. I must say the blonde wig was rather fetching though.

His...her? companion was dressed in a skin tight leopard suite with black knee high boots with heels that Kat would kill for. I was really impressed with the pair of them, people in the crowd were giving them the funniest looks but they just kept laughing and chatting in high spirits with one of the strongest east London accents I've heard in a while.

It really made my day, I was still giggling when I got off the tube at uni. Some people might scorn at such men for dressing in such a bizarre fashion especially at 2 in the afternoon. But it was nice to see people with enough confidence to just be themselves, and brighten up other peoples days. Surely that's something we should all aspire too :)

Books and Music

Ever since my brother blasted Evanescences first album through his bedroom wall as I read my way through Harry Potter and the goblet of fire music and books have been inextricably linked in my head. It just so happened that that album and that book went very well together. The true rock ballads kicking in in time for the battle scenes and songs like 'my immortal' when people died.

After that I have rarely read without music in the background. I think it adds another emotional layer to the book. Some songs can really fit characters or plot lines so well they just click.

I even listen to music when I write , hoping that it will give me the extra edge that I feel. Maybe one day if I get published I will release play lists to go with my story's.

Who knows on the upside Kat has nearly finished her essay which means I get to go to bed soon yaaaay!

Top ten turn offs of the average (and not so average) Uni girl!

We all know men are a funny breed, but it amazes me just how many ways they find to annoy the fairer (and more hygienic) sex.

After talking to some of my girls we have compiled a Top ten turn off's to better warn our fellow man. Be warned male readers your about to learn exactly where your all going wrong!

1. Uncommunicative: Whether it's never texting back or barely speaking on a first date it's very irritating. We women love talking, in fact we speak nearly 20'000 words a day. So when your not saying any we can't help but feel cut off and just a little bit peeved

2. Douche facial hair: Just because you can grown a beard does not mean you should. Bum fluff is never an option!

3. Wandering eye: hello my face is this way. As much as it's nice to know you appreciate our assets, if by the end of the date you haven't realised were wearing glasses you know your about to get the boot.

4: Gross misconduct: aka farting and the like. Two words for you. Just no!

5: Conversation killers: If all you ever talk about is football or the genius that created the bikini we think you need to broaden your horizons and get a new hobby.

6: Excessive body hair: Molt in my drink or in my bed and you die!

7. Bad breath: if you can knock your date out from 500 yards, you seriously need to go brush your teeth.

Ok the last 3 are personal peeves of mine, call me strange but it's all true

8. Pink shirts: So yes before the 1950's pink was a male colour. But in my book it will always look wrong.

9. Guys who drink girly drinks: Call me sexist all you want, but I can't take a guy seriously if he's sat there with a 'long' drink and a straw. Pints are the way forward guys

10. Guys who in texts can't spell and or refer to themselves in the third person: If a guy can't be bothered to spell properly, exactly how lazy is he? and the only person who can get away with referring to themselves in the third person is they queen. Are you the queen? No Didn't think so.

Well there you have it guys from the lovely ladies straight to you. You have been warned!