Hey, look.

sometimes you see things and want others to see them too.
In my natural habitat. At the bottom of a pint of Guinness.

In my natural habitat. At the bottom of a pint of Guinness.

Thanks Covent Garden Tube Station 👍

Thanks Covent Garden Tube Station 👍

After 2 weeks of being left in the dark about the mysterious questions marks left around the house meant, @eppsy296 and @bgepps greeted me in London yesterday wearing these! A platter of gin, and vouchers to spend in The London Gin Club, plus some ‘Gin and Titonic’ boat shaped ice cube moulds to us

After 2 weeks of being left in the dark about the mysterious questions marks left around the house meant, @eppsy296 and @bgepps greeted me in London yesterday wearing these! A platter of gin, and vouchers to spend in The London Gin Club, plus some ‘Gin and Titonic’ boat shaped ice cube moulds to us

The best looking bill I’ve ever seen. #LondonGinClub

The best looking bill I’ve ever seen. #LondonGinClub

Another chapter is closing in la vie of Livvy (I’m a poet and I didn’t know it…I’m also French apparently…)

The past few weeks has been a whirlwind of alchohol and packing up boxes and and goodbyes and hello’s, consequently I’ve had no time to do a blog, so here’s a nifty reminder for future me of what’s gone on!

17th of May- I handed over my KentSnow Presidency to Martin, fellow KentSnow extraordinaire/boyf.

31st May- Saw Paolo Nutini LIVE with Benjo, Tommo and SoFlo. A lovely day out in Brighton where Pimms was consumed and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle keyrings were purchased.

1st June- CompleteD the Colour Run around Wembley Stadium! My first ever 5k run, completed in just under half an hour.

7th June- I took part in the English Language and Linguistics Undergraduate Conference where I presented my Dissertation findings- had wonderful feedback from both my supervisor and various other lecturers, so I’m super chuffed. Topped this night off with my final ever UKC Summer Ball, which consisted of no rain and no concussion, so an improvement on previous years.

18th June- I officially moved out of Cherry Drive after 2 years of using and abusing it as my university digs. 

And Here’s the big week:

24th June- Found out I’ll be graduating with a First in English Language in Linguistics after getting 72% in my dissertation. BOOM.

25th June- Doubley good news, got an interview for my dream dream job! Here’s to weeks of prep before the big day in a fortnight!

26th June- I TURNED 21. My day consisted of playing with Playdo and making gardens in roasting tins. Not out of choice, I was at work experience, but I am far from complaining.

27th June- We went to watch the cricket for Tommo’s birthday! Hampshire vs Surrey at the Oval, and needless to say copious amounts of cider and beer were consumed.

28th June- I was surprised with a visit from Alice and Sophie after a long long long period of not seeing my dear friends! We all went to West Wittering and were blessed with glorious sunshine to belatedly celebrate my 21st!

AND BREATHE. 

Summer Ballin’

Summer Ballin’

Productive day at work..

Productive day at work..

Doing it wrong.

Before you laugh at the fact I’ve put the words ‘doing it’ in the title (hehe, ‘doing it’), this blog is (for the most part) not about sex.

So 3 years is gone, the big U is almost over and done with and I’m packing up all my photos, textbooks and trinkets (including my extensive array of Kinder egg toys). But with packing comes extensive procrastination, and after a few hours of trolling the internet, I’ve come to a devastating conclusion:

I’ve been doing it wrong.

To re-iterate, I’ve not been doing that wrong…I don’t think. I’m pretty sure that that goes in there and that Disney music accompaniment is a big no-no (apparently).

No no, apparently I’ve been doing my teens completely wrong. After reading a plethora of literature (kind of) and credible articles (kind of) about the things I should know/should have achieved by the time I’m 21, I’ve decided to sum up why the internet thinks I’ve done my teens wrong, and how I simply can’t be a grown up without having learnt these valuable life lessons. I may also, on occasion, sum up why I think these are total crap. So without further ado, numero uno on the list of things the internet says I should do in the next 2 months before I become a failure at life:

Bitch slap someone.

A surprisingly popular entry. A number of sites suggest I should have, by this point, bitch slapped/argued/punched someone I hate. Sorry, internet, for not being a hate filled teenager from an episode of 90210.

Have sex with a stranger outside.

What if it’s not weather permitting? What if the stranger has cooties? What about wildlife? Spiders and woodlice stop for no one, especially people doin’ the do. Oh and the chlaymidia/AIDS/herpes sitch. But seriously, watch out for that wildlife.

Move on from teen pop.

'Currently listening to: McFly'

Screw you internet. 

Travel for 6 months or more.

Try telling that to someone who’s £980 in to their overdraft.   

Fall in love.

This is a tricky one. I hate be smooshy, but I have indeed found someone who has put up with my irrational fear of yogurt, and my not-so-secret undying love for Martin Freeman, long enough that we have exchanged the big L word (it was a close one, 19 single years on the planet and I was pulling off the ‘crazy cat lady’ look too well).

Before I say the next bit, I just want to clarify: love is top notch, it really is the dog’s nuts..but who is the internet to say I should’ve done it before I was 21? If I hadn’t have found love by the big 2-1, should I have destined myself for a lifetime of Come Dine With me re-runs and cat grooming? Whilst being with someone changes you somewhat, who’s to say the single version of me would be any worse? SCREW YOU INTERNET FOR DAMNING HYPOTHETICAL SINGLE LIVVY. 

Have my heart broken.

Does the time that Sainsbury’s ran out of creme eggs count?  

Find out ‘who I am’.

I feel like asking me to ‘know who I am’ by the time I’m 21 is a bit like eating a plate of food for the first time, and labelling yourself a vegetarian before you’ve tasted the sirloin steak. In the great grand scheme of things, I haven’t even had a taste of life yet. Everyone knows university isn’t real life, it’s a gin-fuelled whirlwind of dodgy kebabs and sticky nightclub floors. Give us a chance, internet!

And there we have it, a (by no means exhaustive) list of how I’ve done it all wrong thus far. I have 2 months to become an self-assured, rage filled, slutty naturist with a penchant for classical music. Wish me luck.

@amypitchforth you absolute star, I love you lots xxx

@amypitchforth you absolute star, I love you lots xxx