Get out of my bubble

While this may be a form of procrastination from my horrible essay, the point I am about to rant about is nonetheless very valid.

If I haven't expressed my dislike for clubs before, I will now. Unless I am extremely drunk, clubs are absolutely disgusting places and highlight all that is wrong with the world. 

For some reason, in clubs it is acceptable for guys to look at girls like they are slabs of meat. These looks will normally be accompanied with such comments as "she's fit" or "I'd like to get on that." Nice, thank you boys that really paints a wonderful image of exactly what you're planning in your head now.

Girls are no better. Elbows become weapons on the dancefloor and the death stare as good as plants daggers into your skin if you're caught in the crossfire. It's also perfectly reasonable to grind on a guy in a sea of people who have to watch as you slobber over his face. I saw this exact scene the other night and found it extremely amusing watching the guy's response which I can describe in no other way than boredom.

I'm sure you've probably also come across the 'lad' who is obviously the coolest guy in the club and every girl wants to get with him because he is just sooo hot (despite the hours he spends looking in the mirror at every chance he gets, the ridiculous amount of time he'll spend acting 'hard' in the gym eyeing up the girls, the likelihood of him wearing foundation and the fact that he will most likely be a chino wanker). Or maybe he's just the biggest douchebag in there that girls fall over backwards for.

But apparently all this is really good fun. Who knew. 

Don't get me wrong, I've had a few awesome nights in clubs but that's been when I haven't been grabbed by some boy who thinks it's acceptable to touch me like I'm his girlfriend or something (I almost punched that one), when I don't get shoved around on the dancefloor because it's quiet enough that there's actually room to dance and when the music isn't some horrendously ear-offending wub-wub-wub thing that sounds the same even when the track has apparently changed. 

I might be young but that doesn't mean this is my scene. Give me a cocktail and a bar any day. Or even better just kick the chino wankers and sluts out of the clubs and leave it for other people to enjoy without them!

Halloween 2012

Happy Halloween!

Sick of Halloween being an excuse for girls to dress up as slutty little bunnies or cats, us girls decided to go freaky this year! Armed with OPI polishes, eyeliner and facepaints we spent a good 2 hours creating our costumes and I think they all turned out pretty well!

On Tuesday night, we had a nail night and I painted these little creations. Again done with those amazing Rio nail art pens (I definitely need to get another set of those). The base was painted with an OPI white  nail vanish and a Rimmel London black as the base. I was going to do my fingernails as cobwebs like my thumb nail but decided I quite like them how they were... Thanks to Google images for giving me ideas! They've actually lasted quite a while too. Maybe I should make an effort to put a base coat on more often!

I went as a weird doll to the Halloween party at uni but the make-up took me a long time even though I did a half-arsed attempt too! The dress is courtesy of my friend Dani, thanks babygirl. I got a few ideas from YouTube videos for the make up look but basically winged the whole thing (with minimal expenditure). 

The Halloween night at university was apparently good. I personally am missing most of the evening (I wouldn't ask because I couldn't tell you anyway) but from what I've heard there were some awesome costumes. My friends in the photos above were a ventriloquist doll (right) but actually ending up doubling up at Jigsaw from the Saw movies and a corpse groom (middle) who met up with her corpse bride later in the evening!

Jigsaw baked us some amazing Halloween-themed goodies like spider web cakes and mummy gingerbread men. But sadly treat-or-treaters avoided our house (sensible mothers clearly know which houses are student houses in the area!) so we ended up eating her baking ourself, not that I'm complaining.

So, until next year... Happy belated Halloween!

Watch out Zara Phillips...

Finally at our first competition!

I’ve finally done it! The moment I have been working towards for five years was finally made a reality on Wednesday 5^th September when I took Toffee to his first show!

I’m not going to sugar-coat how well we did, because we didn’t. I fell off twice and, technically, we didn’t complete the course (after two goes)! After a week of intensive training, sometimes schooling twice a day, Toffee had almost become a normal horse to jump and after one of my friends saw him by the end of the week, she couldn't believe he was going so well. However, apparently all that went out of the window once we were at the show and it did get all a bit exciting for Toffee who proceeded to run around the course like a headless chicken.

If you’re not into horses, this probably seems a little ridiculous. However, he was a nervous pony already, due to a difficult and abusive past before we bought him, and Toffee found the new jumps, new environment and new horses a bit too much to cope with. It was frustrating for me because every other person (even the little children) seemed to be casually popping each jump and getting clear rounds!

But as my mum and friends continue to remind me, this was a huge step for us. One of mum’s more experienced friends who had been training us reassured me the other day: Toffee is an extremely difficult pony. Therefore, I have to realise that the very fact I was even riding him at a show and getting back on him after falling off (twice!) was a phenomenal achievement considering I wouldn’t even ride him this time last year.

So many people have said to me that I need a new horse, that Toffee isn’t the right horse for what I want to do and that I can’t handle him. Yet, whilst I’m not the greatest rider in the world, in fact I’m nowhere near, I do understand my little pony with all his quirks and anxiety issues and I would never give up on him.

Even if I would like to compete a bit more, to ride a horse that wouldn't run off every time we see a jump, I’ll sacrifice that for this pony. Despite his problems when I’m riding him, on the ground he is the most genuine horse I have ever known. He is such a friendly, clever boy that I could never sell him for fear that he would end up in the wrong hands again.

I’m still going to compete with the university this year and of course, I’ll still be having riding lessons whilst I’m in Guildford. You never know, this time next year, I might be taking Toffee back again. You better watch out Zara Phillips!

But for now, I’m just happy that I finally achieved what I set out to do, something which wouldn’t have been possible without the University of Surrey and the Equestrian Club. And thanks to them, Toffee and I are enjoying riding again, something I never thought would happen.