...a normal student.

Lets not lie, we have all the moment in our existence when we look at ourselves with concern. That moment for me is right now. Sitting alone in my newly organised study eating a share pack of onion rings in an over-sized t-shirt and wondering what makes Smart Water © quite so smart. And yes, I did just put in a copyright symbol for the makers of Smart Water's benefit. You're welcome!

But why do we only act like this in the privacy of our own homes? I can almost guarantee that those of you who like onion rings are now wondering where you can purchase some in the quickest time and those of you who do not... well, need I say more.

Imagine if everyone just embraced their inner fat child and eating a footlong Subway as a snack between meals was acceptable? I am in no way condoning what I am doing to my body with this share bag of deliciousness but I'm happy so who cares?

Basically, all I'm saying is, onion rings are good. Go buy some!

...a girl who will blog without purpose.

So I'm blogging on my way home from an intense revision session with the girls purely because this bus journey is long and pretty lonely. I haven't blogged for a while because I've been busy with leaving school and revision but as my school years are coming to an end, I guess I have more spare time on my hands. My life on a general level has taken a good turn, I have a perfect girlfriend, my exams are going fairly well and my position in Sheffield University is fairly stable. Yet as I nulls up my university items (clearly situated in a box labelled in my room) I guess I get more terrified thinking about all the things I'm leaving behind. My friends for one. The friends that, having known for over 15 years will soon be too far to visit for a chat or a coffee. My family. Who, despite our ups and downs have always stuck by me and pushed me to be the best I can. My best friend. The distance is forcing us to make decisions that no-one should have to . And my whole way of life. I've spent my whole life in the secure little bubble of West Bromwich and now I'm having to be independent. I want to think its something I will easily achieve but I'm a realist. I already worry about my future at university and I'm not even there yet. Maybe it will be as I've always imagined. Maybe not. All I know is that what I'm leaving behind, will only be left physically and I'll always just be a little girl from the midlands with ambitions and drive. I love you all, and you will never be forgotten but will truly missed.

...a girl taking general studies.

I've been taking a-level general studies for two years now and I can honestly say that my general knowledge has not increased in the slightest. Sure, I now know that Ireland use the euro and my whereabouts of Europe are slightly increased but correct me if I'm wrong, isn't that geography? The only thing I've learnt in my two years is that I will never take a subject with all boys in again, never do a fan wall on onlyconnect and my teacher is a little bit sexist. I guess you call that a success?

...a girl who is a drain on the health system.

I can officially say I spend half my life in a waiting room. At 7:25 on a Thursday morning, I am doing just that, sitting in a waiting room. I acknowledge that everyone spends a significant time here but I feel it's time I just up sticks and move in. They are going to want to take a sample of my eyeball soon or something. I don't like to really think that I have a serious medical condition, I just prefer to think that I'm pretty cool because I live on daily injections that I give myself - I'm practically a trained doctor. Anyway, I love to just sit in the waiting room and watch people come and go. There's always that guy who always tries to talk to everyone. The person who is shamefully slagging off the NHS. And then people like me, reserved to a newspaper or blog who evidently have better things to do. I think doctors are amazing, but I also think they need to give me a break.

...a girl with a new found joy.

How amazing are crisps? Today I discovered my love for them on a whole new level. Now, I'm not too sure whether I've finally just lost the plot or what, but I have discovered my love for crisps based on a singular packet of sensations. There is no such thing as a bad flavour of crisps. Sure, we all have preferences, but is there a bag of crisps that literally make you sick? No! It doesn't exist. Like, yano, roast beef monster munch, no-one enjoys them per say, but they are edible. This is my downfall. I am anyone's for a bag of kettle chips, tyrells or sensations. I have found the love of my life. Crisps, you never let me down.

...a girl with no patience.

I have no patience for indecisive people. There's always one who feels the need to make you wait ten minutes for them to make a decision about whether they want a cup of tea or not. Or worse, they refuse one, then make a scene five minutes later that they will 'just make their own then'. Bitch please! You saw me put on the kettle. You watched me place those mugs on the counter. Speak up. I have no patience for this. Hell, what's worse is when you're requested to make tea and suddenly its as if you have a fucking duty to make it to everyone's taste and serve the bitches. I have no issue making a drink for my mother, but when your sisters boyfriends cousin who's far too familiar gets involved, please. You ask if your mum would like a cup of tea and suddenly it's an open invite, before you know it you're making tea for the fucking street. And this isn't no one kettle shit. You always only manage to fill your cup half way, resulting in a disappointing concoction of water and milk. So if you want tea, fucking turn on the kettle and make that bitch yourself.

...a girl with no cash.

Why is everything so expensive nowadays? I am literally outraged at the fact my corner shop just tried to charge me 45p for a freddo. I appreciate that we are a struggling economy, but I'm a struggling student, give a girl a chance. The worrying thing is this is only the beginning of it. When I go to university I can guarantee that me and smart price will be close acquaintances. I think you reach eighteen and there's a sudden responsibility for you to pay for everything. So, when I begin to work the streets for extra cash, please hire me? That's all.