Galavanting off

This was a lot scarier than it looks.

Graduating marked the end of a time when everyone I knew would be free for 6 weeks of the year to ramble off exploring. So we decided to head over to Sidari to catch a tan and eat as much Backlava as humanely possible. Pastry covered in honey and nuts is just too dericious to say no to. I plan to get a recipe that can do the real thing justice and then eat it continually.

Once it reached the point where I had forgotten what the words 'cold' and 'rain' were we arrived back in England and headed down to Cornwall for an extremely damp camping trip and an attempt at catching some surf. After a week I had spent a grand total of 3s actually upright on a board. I think it's safe to say the closest I'll ever be to being a surfer gal is my artificial dip-dyed hair.

Truth telling magnetic letters.

Watching the folk sessions at the Eden Project.
The Green stripe meant I was obliged to leg dance with
anyone and everyone who had a matching stripe,

T H E E N D

Today marks the end of my student life. I had a particularly lovely (aka extremely stressful and difficult) Neuroscience exam to finish off the academic side of my student life.

In true Sheffield style I came out of the exam hall instantly enveloped in fog, dispelling any hopes I had of enjoying the sunny weather whilst it was about. I consoled myself with the thought that sunshine doesn't really suit Sheffield anyway.

I will love you no matter how much precipitation you shower on me

The Hunt Continues

Raspberry and white chocolate macaroons and an orange and sultana  Panatone.
Photo taken with an extremely high quality camera phone.

When applying for creative-type jobs it's hard to gauge how 'kooky' you should be.

On one hand the applications encourage you to be original and memorable. But there's a fine line between memorable and just plain weird.

Today I applied for a job where I have listed my

"...ability to make delicious cakes despite my lack of smell" 

under the question of 

"What is your most unique characteristic".

I think the combination of a endless days/nights in the library and a diet that justifies cheesecake and a food group has finally got to me.

Being a Science Geek

This is a giant tube worm, normally found in deep sea hydrothermal vents thousands of meters below us. These guys live in complete darkness, not only surviving but actually thriving under enormous amounts of pressure and temperatures that range between 2°C and 450°C.

But what is most fascinating about them is that they have no mouth or anus. They get their food from bacteria in their blood utilising nutrients in the surrounding water and store the waste products at the bottom of their tube.

Throughout revision period the fauna of deep sea vents have kept me very much amused and I'm particularly proud of a little joke I've come up with.

Giant Tube Worm: "Do you know I have no mouth of anus?"

Vent Shrimp: "You're full of shit".

I here all week guys...

Saatchi&Saatchi

I realised at the end of summer that da studnt lyfe will soon be over and I should start pondering what I want to do post University. Advertising caught my eye, as it intends to, and the more I find out about the industry the more I think of it as my future career.

Long story short Saatchi&Saatchi are one of the agencies I had heard of before I started googling things. I applied for the graduate scheme and went through 1 billion rounds (aka 4 briefs and an all day interview) before tripping at the finish line. Despite not getting in I'm glad to have got from >3000 to the final 25 and I'll put the experience down under 'character building'.

We were sworn to secrecy for parts of the application, possibly just for dramatic effect, but here are probably the most interesting parts of my application.

Possibly the most well known part of the application is Brief 1. We had to make someone an 'internet celebrity'. I chose my dad, 'Papa', and the page is tribute to the sound advice and reasoning he continually comes out with. He is a hilarious man.

Brief 3 was a critique of an advert you don't like, and a remake of one you do. The first 90s are me monologuing about Matthew McConaughey looking like I have the plague//the flu. The last 90s are the acting talents of some of my most dedicated Uni friends.

*****Disclaimer, all the gals you see in this ad are respectable members of society***** 

ART SOC-ING

Experimenting with Inks

For those of you unaware, I'm currently in the last year of University. It's a hot pot of emotions really. Really excited to be joining 'the adults' and looking forward to not hearing the word 'student' banded about like it's something dirty. The prospect of a full time job is amazing too. The chance to spend all day doing something I love and on top of that getting paid for it!

But I know when the time comes - and it seems to be racing towards me - I'll be upset to leave. It'll be strange to live in a house not occupied with 5 other girls; strange not to spend every day with my course mates in the library (and every night complaining about it); strange to be doing a job that doesn't involve standing behind and bar; and strange to be leaving Art Soc in the (extremely capable) hands of someone else.
It was the annual AGM last week and I'll officially be handing over the position over the next month.

I made this in one of the recent sessions, and uploading it now made me realise it's one of the last things I'll have done as a member of Art Soc. End of an era.

GAY PARIS

A sculpture from the Louvre.

 We went to see the Mona Lisa and, not realising you had to pay, walked straight through the ticket gates. Unfortunately I mistook the staff's disgusted looks for our general appearance and didn't realise I was receiving the glare reserved for thieves and scoundrels.

We had a bit of a photo session in the hostel with the beret, the above are sketches of Matt Lee and Matt Pickles. Perhaps the former Matt's Napoleonic heritage is why he seems to rock the look with a lot more confidence than the latter Matt.