Lyrics of the night

Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away,
hey yeah
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In timeYou'll find the way

And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you

Mariah Carey, Hero

Don't expect anything less from Farnham SU

After the girls netball team were left feeling let down by the Students Union when they were not provided with an umpire for an important game for which the girls had to forfeit they thought that being knocked out of the cup was punishment enough.

However, it would now seem that the SU have outdone themselves as their latest downfall will really top off a crap year for the netball team.

We thought the Union were intending to turn things around for the sports teams, when they implied that our annual sports presentations and dinner would be held on a boat on the Thames this year. You can imagine our delight when you consider that last year we were presented our trophies in our Students Union Bar served what can only be described as school dinner and had to pay for the privilege. What a joke.

It seems now though that all of these hopes have been dashed and that this year’s sports dinner is to be held in our local pub “the Marlborough head”. The girls have all agreed that we should not have expected anything less from representatives that we feel have let us down throughout. I will not be dressing fancy pants for this do.

Lyrics of the Day......And Night

Well you're in your little room
and you're working on something good
but if it's really good
you're gonna need a bigger room
and when you're in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started in your little room.

The White Stripes, Little room.

Think I might be working too hard. hehe.

Sun, Sea and Sangria

Sorry I haven't been blogging crazy for the last week or so peeps, on Tuesday I flew home from a week in Gran Canaria. And what a week it was!

I don't want to make you jealous at all but I'm dying to blog all about it. At its warmest the sun reached temperatures of 34 degrees and the sangria was flowing noon and night. It was my first holiday with my boyfriend Kieran and we loved every minute of it.

Whilst away we went jet ski-ing (I was feeling the power), as anyone who knows me will tell you, I like a big engine! hehe! I drive my Corsa 1.2 as though it is a Ferrari, so with the wind in my hair you can imagine the buzz I was getting from skimming the sea on a jet-ski.

As well as the days spent on the beach or beside the pool we took some time out to stroll around the town and try out the sangria in almost every Spanish bar. Awesome.

We spent the majority of our evenings listening to music in some of the upbeat bars in the town, Rogers and a new bar called Seven being our favorites.

Tanned and relaxed I felt happier that week than ever. I will never forget it.

There's my holiday in brief. I had the most amazing time and am a little sad to be back in dull England, getting back into the swing of uni and work. But one thing that you can now count on is that I'll be back to blogging.

Lyrics of the day

Laughs and jokes around.
Remeber cuddles in the kitchen,
yeah,To get things off the ground?
And then it's,Up, up and away!
Oh, but it's right hard to remember that,
On a day like today when you're all,
Arguementative
And you've got the face on.

And now then mardy bum,
I'm in trouble again,Aren't I?
I thought as much.
'Cos you turned over there,
Pulling that silent disappointent face,
The one that I can't bear


Loving the Arctic Monkey's Mardy Bum.

A Tribute to 81

……………………As I was feeling increasingly nauseous, and conversation ran somewhat drier with every word, a pretty, teary eyed, blonde girl breezed through the door. Rob was already on a first name basis with Kay, having met her in the hallway while unpacking.

I introduced myself, not moving from my new found “comfort zone” next to the sink. I could see an instant chemistry between the two of them, and feeling threatened by their already formed friendship found myself confidently initiating conversation.

Next to arrive were Dave and Al, who having grown up together knew all there was to know about one another and so naturally seemed happily relaxed with the situation. Dave, a tall, thin, ginger lad bounded in laughing, appearing not even to have realised that there were people already in the room. Al, a stocky, dark, and apparently timid character crept in behind.

“Have you seen the other three?” Dave had asked, seemingly thinking the whole experience was an exciting game of “cluedo?”. None of us had. Dave and Al said that they had met another boy, Matt, but that was it so far................................

A tribute to 81 - May it live on in our hearts forever

Thinking about my experiences as a student recently, I began to think back to my first year at Uni and decided that I would like to share my memories with all of you.

Most students don’t remember much of their first year of uni- it is a mishmash of alcohol, sex and all night parties. Mine, despite all this, will stay with me always.

I remember the very first day. I hadn’t spoken to anyone. My Mum and Dad had gone home and I felt a strangely vivid reminiscence of my first day at school. I had always lived in the same village, gone to the same catchment schools along with my friends, and saw the same familiarities and home comforts day in, day out. I had never had to do anything remotely like this in my life.

But now I was standing outside the big wooden doorway of 81, feeling scared and alone. I know what you’re probably thinking; “You were in Farnham for fuck's sake, hardly a crime ridden, suburban, ghetto”.

I admit I was expecting to go into this so called “house” and wallow in my breeze block walled “cell” for at least the rest of the night whilst I considered why I had made the somewhat catastrophic mistake of leaving the home I have known and loved for eighteen years, and eventually give up and go home.

Suddenly, the door opened up in front of me, a tall, dark, Essex- speaking stranger stared at me with a slight grin on his face. “Hi I’m Rob, one of your housemates”. I talked awkwardly with Rob for what felt like hours about where we’re from, what course we’re on, whether we have any brothers or sisters, all manner of informative yet mundane topics. I remember sitting on the sideboard trying to look relaxed and confident while we chatted away like old friends………………………..