The mindless rambling of yet another Sophie

Right now I am in my revision period before my Christmas exams and as is appropriate for me every revision period I procrastinate and self loath so nothing is new there. When you're revising you sometimes need social interaction or just something to help soothe your brain. Despite the little work I've done my head feels full to bursting most of the time lately and sometimes you need to just catch up with a friend and talk...or listen. Whilst at university my friend Jenn was part of a radio show with 2 of her other friends (Ruth and Charly). Together they made The Trilogy Radio show which was recorded and some of the episodes posted online. I remember a year ago sitting in my old bedroom listening to their last ever show and just loving it. Today during a revision gap (that lasted far longer than the amount of time I worked) I was scrolling through YouTube, my usual procrastination poison, trying to think of someone who I could listen to. I checked off a mental list of the ...

// Trigger warning - death discussion.  Just thought I'd pop this here in case that upsets anyone. I don't go into graphic detail but just discuss my own fears. -- If you know me you will know that I love the fantasy genre. I don't care if it's books, films or games I love it. The Lord of the Rings and Hobbit trilogies are some of my favourite films and I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't gone through a Twilight phase in school. The interview with the vampire movie is also one of my favourites but I do desperately need to get onto reading the books (I know, I know I am an awful fan). As with a lot of other people in my generation the Harry Potter series is also of course a staple of my childhood though again I must admit I was late to the party when it came to reading the books. (Again, I'm a bad fan). But, if I really had to boil it down my favourites are vampires and elves. Now a lot of people like vampires for their Gothic portrayal and dark, sedu...

Moving is one of those things that is stressful and I don't think I've found a single person yet who hasn't had atleast one stressful moment whilst moving. I never moved house as a child however in my adulthood I have moved out 3 times. This time is sort of my 4th. I say sort of because we are putting our stuff into storage for the summer then moving back - we're in uni accomodation. Also, as a side note I've loved uni accomodation (stayed in 2 different kinds) and I know some of my friends have hated it so unfortunately it really is down to the uni I'm afraid. Anyway, the point of this post is to make a list of the things I've learned through my experiences in moving. Maybe you can relate or maybe you could learn/prepare yourself after hearing some of the mistakes I've made along the way. 1. It's going to be stressful. Accept that fact now and trust me you'll be better off for it. FINDING somewhere to live is hard enough and you think yo...

I love creative things. I love painting and sewing and knitting and writing and all those wonderful things. When was the last time I did any of those things? Honestly. I can't remember. My reason for not doing those things is often one or a combination of a few reasons. In reality they are just excuses to an extent. Let's look at the big one though - fear of the result/messing up. If you don't practice you never improve - simple. However, that hasn't stopped me from not practicing  because I don't like how something has turned out. I'll fawn over other artists and writers and go 'wow - I'd love to be as talented as you one day' fully aware that they have worked blooming hard to get there. So off I go to scribble something down aaaaannnddd.... instantly hate it. Now this isn't a new concept as lots of people say this. The dividing factor is the next step though. Create or hate. Create and you can improve to a point where you will event...

Hello everyone. It has been quite some time since I last posted on here and for that I truly am sorry. There was a point when I couldn't wait to write my next post and the ideas were stacking up and up and up. Then... nothing. I didn't want this blog to become forgotten or cast to the side like so many of my other projects and for a whole year I kept it alive (kind of). The truth is I'm struggling to find my words. I would call it writer's block but it's not quite that. Not really anyway. I can't find my words. I can't explain myself. I used to find writing as a way of explaining my thoughts but now I'm stumbling over them. Not just on the pages however but in life too. I'm not sure what has made me tumble back so abrupty to a past version of myself. Everything feels hard to explain and nothing is coming out quite as eloquently as I would like. I often feel like I'm grabbing words from the air and glueing them at random together in some vai...