Mosh Pit Anyone?

This summer I managed to successfully tick off several items off my bucket list. For those who don’t know what a bucket list is: it’s a list I created after writing ‘Living Life to the Full’ and it includes everything I want to accomplish before I die. Many of the things on that list are undoubtedly common, for example sky diving, bungee jumping etc.  My main achievement this year was attending my first festival which I can honestly say was one of the best weekends of my life.

 So many people, including my entire family, laughed at me when I told them I was going to Reading festival. They told me I’d come home before the weekend was up…Well they can all do one because people seriously underestimate me. Yeah I know it’s only a festival but I made it through the entire weekend with minimal complaining, thank you very much. I mean, what’s not to love? You’re camping with all your friends, drinking all day and night and listening to great music. I even loved the mosh pits, now this time last year I didn’t even know what a mosh pit was and I’m ashamed now to admit that. At one point I was even making the mosh pits, I’m not talking about these pathetic little dancing circles at the back of the crowd. I mean the real shit, with punching, kicking and trampled people beneath your feet. They were awesome and why can’t I enjoy them? What because I wear fake hair and nails I can’t enjoy punching people to rock music? I would like to kindly request anyone that’s reading this to stop stereotyping me in to what they see and start realising that there’s a lot more than meets the eye with me. I like to listen to slipknot, I would much rather be chilling in my converse than dying in my high heels and I would rather slum it at reading festival than stay in my cosy bed. So you may think you know me, think that I’m a pretty simple person and you have me all figured out, well you couldn’t be more wrong. Because to be honest, I haven’t figured out who I want to be yet. I’ll let you know when I’ve decided.

Change

I’ve found it really hard to write a new entry on here. I’ve had a million and one ideas but with all these thoughts floating around in my head I can’t seem to write properly. There has, and is so much going on in my life, I haven’t had time to sit down and think about everything that’s happened.

Going to university means change and without sounding completely clique, change is scary. I, like many others have fear of the unknown and going to uni is literally like being thrown in at the deep end with blocks of concrete tided to your feet. I know there will be plenty of people to help me out, and eventually those blocks will be cut loose and I’ll be floating to the surface in no time but initially I’m going to be well in over my head. But change is also exciting and I look forward to being thrown in at the deep end because I’m excited to see who rescues me out.