Ok, so this is a little late for the start of the rest of my life as the rest of my life started in September. My name is Ella, I'm 18 years old, I'm diabetic, have coeliac disease, an underactive thyroid and am very heavily involved in the folk scene... Or was until my education became more important.
I recently started at the university of Lincoln studying contemporary lens media, a fancy way of saying photography and video with a little history to make us seem brainier. (Surprisingly, the history side of things has started to pick up now after our initial introduction into the subject, where the lecturer went on to fill the 2 hour time slot he gets a week talking about pictures of trains. Nice for a four year old boy who likes trains, not so much for a student who can not paint for toffee and regularly has to catch trains and invariably hates the damn things.)
Sorry, I didn't start this to complain about trains. Why did I start this I hear you ask? Well I tried to start a diary of what university was like, but failed. Miserably. The second reason is all down to geography. My parents stay in constant contact with me of course (every girl needs her mummy and daddy), but also I have many other family members who are forever badgering poor old mum about how I'm getting on. Also my darling grandparents living up in the lake district who seem to have an unending amount of patience for my meaningless banter, so this is mostly for my grandma and grandpa, so they dont have to listen to my banter but can instead read it without large amounts of cash leaving their phone bills. Also as the only time I seem to get free is near midnight, well, that just seems harsh to ring them at such unsociable hours!
Right, enough introduction, more banter!
I'm living in a set of student apartments called "the pavillions" about 5 miles out of the main city centre of Lincoln. The apartments are beautiful and very modern. Leather sofas, flat screen tvs and dishwashers are just some of the luxeries we enjoy here (along with double beds and really quite huge rooms!) for the same price as courts. I was lucky that my general lifestyle was what caused me to be placed in one of these flats as I received the first bill for living in courts while spending my time at Whitby Folk Week and so the courts filled up, pushing me out into the sea of Luxury that I now live in.
So what could be the downfall of this paradise? Yes, of course, it's a student pad! The fire alarm went off (Saturday?) at 4am. Now, if fire alarms are supposed to warn you of danger and to get out of the flat as quickly as possibly before you turn into what resembles human shaped bacon, then why does our fire alarm cause me to wriggle further under my duvet for long periods of time screaming "shut up!"? That thing scared the bejeezus out of me! In the end I went to the only place I knew still to be open, quiet and warm, the laundry room. In the lovely peace and warmth I met another few freshers who in turn invited me to their flat party on Thursday, which of course I will be attending!
Now I know this was days ago and I should have got over it by now, but I'm pretty sure it's because of these events I have, yet again, contracted what is known as "freshers flu". Headaches, sore muscles, runny noses that would make toddlers proud and a hacking cough that should only belong to the soon-to-be-deceased-smokers of the world.
But amazingly enough, I am not complaining! Let me explain, last night while staying at my boyfriends house, I was still awake at 3:45 in the morning. Moaning to myself about lack of sleep and stuff, my mind began to wander over my near and far future.
Near future: I have a photography project due in very soon that is named "fascinating objects". I have spent countless hours in the library over the past few days trying to get some sort of inspiration as to what I'm going to do for this project and I'm sure it's been giving poor Emily (more on her later) and other people bad headaches.
Far future: Although I knew I wanted to be a photographer of some sort because of my keen enthusiasm into the subject, I've always been stuck on what sort of photographer to be. I could see myself in the future, ring on my finger, bells on my toes, in a quaint little 4 bedroom house filled with me, my husband and children, a camera around my neck... turning into a pretty necklace as I desperately searched for non-existant freelancing jobs (yes, I do find cameras pretty thankyou very much!)
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