If you are new to this blog, you will have absolutely no idea about my love for Gilmore Girls but if you have ever been here for even a second, you will be well aware and probably beyond fed up of my constant mentioning of it. But if you have been Gilmored, you know how I feel right now and you are also jumping up and down excitedly, squealing and wondering how on Earth you are going to manage to wait until November 25th to see our favourite ladies back on our screens. It’s okay. I understand. I’m with you there.
This trailer is nothing short of beautiful. Opening with the familiar hum of Sam Phillips’ beautiful score and perfectly fitting “la la”‘s, we are immediately transported home, back to that quaint Connecticut town of Stars Hollow.
I’ve had Galvanize stuck in my head for the last two days which explains the title of this post but also speaks to the heart a bit this week.
I’m not sure if it’s because I recently moved back to the town where I grew up and everything is EXACTLY THE SAME or if it’s because I have that little voice in my head that tells me that things will go wrong but I’ve been struggling a lot recently to do what makes me happy (and, more importantly, just me for me).
The time has come for me to take my first steps into the real world. I have just received my first job offer and, as of Monday, I will be a proper adult, working a proper job in a proper company and (get this) I’m even going to get a proper bank account. I know. No more living in dependence of my overdraft. How adult.
The only phrase that I find fitting to mark this moment in my life is “Geez, Louise.” With a mark of 70.8%, I just managed to squeeze myself into a First Class Honours degree from the University of Portsmouth. So, this is it. I am done. In less than a month, I will be an official graduate. My profile picture will, no doubt, see me dressed to the nines in a cap and gown. Education is over. I think it is fair to say that I am chuffed.
I have had some truly bizarre experiences over the past couple of days and I just had to share them somewhere. For about two days now, I have been feeling wonderful. Really. I can’t stop smiling, I’m laughing a lot and I’m generally in a really blooming good mood.
This past Monday was what I am calling my “last hoorah.” My course-mate held a house party which I attended with a few of my Film Studies friends and it was utterly fab. I played beer pong (badly). I danced (badly). I laughed (a lot) and I said some heartfelt goodbyes (or “see you later’s” as I’d prefer) to some people I care very much about. I was pretty sad to go but I also had such a nice night, which I know I will treasure in my memories of university forever, so I wasn’t overly emotional. Now, I just feel happy. I feel blessed to have been a part of such a lovely bunch of true characters and I know that I have made friends for life.
I am struggling. I’m currently ‘enjoying’ my Easter holidays, the last Easter holidays that I will ever have (unless I go into teaching but that’s highly unlikely). I spend my days looking at my notebook, filled with a year’s worth of notes on all things Film Studies, and thinking, “I should really start writing those 10,000 words.” I only have six assignments left to hand in before my university career is over and, currently, I am doing nothing about it. I think about it a lot. Oh yes, I think about it. But the fear of the white blank page is rearing its ugly head again and I am struggling. Where do I begin? Which assignment is most important? Do I do the ‘fun’ ones first or the more difficult and time-consuming ones?HELP ME.
I had dreams of really focusing this year. “It’s my last year,” I thought, “I’ve got to make it count.” I thought that I would be able to trick my brain into wanting to write essays. Boy, was I wrong!