Race for Life 2009.

Moorgate, Paulie Bleeker, comical stretches, Racing (read: walking) for Life, 5k, chit-chat, strategical clappers, photographs, sunshine, Greenwich Park, market, churros & Harry Potter. And I'm getting back into this blogging malarkey, slowly but surely.

Donations.

I am in serious need of an update and a spot of back-blogging, but for now all I have to say is:

SPONSOR ME PLEASE.
www.raceforlife.org/jesscripps

Thank you :)

Home Sweet Home.

I'm sitting in the living room, eating Lucky Charms and watching old Waterloo Road episodes. I've been home for three and a bit days now and it's lovely :)

So far I've slept in, watched a lot of television, tidied my room, uncovered my Canon camera and a treasure trove of Christmas chocolate, celebrated Earth Hour with candles and copious amounts of Boggle, met up with friends in Wetherspoons for chatting and scheming, been to Bodnant Gardens for a belated Mother's Day treat, baked cakes for my doggie, had a long, hot bath and run around on the beach with Harry and Cleo. ♥ Also found a book on a bench, which had the words "DO NOT TOUCH or you will DIE" written across the front. Oh, Colwyn Bay. How I have missed you. Plans for the week ahead include a summer job interview, several cinema trips, rendezvousing at Vicki's house, shopping/boating/deep-fried Mars Bars-ing in Chester, pub quiz, Singstar, silent discos and a drive to the airport, und so weiter.

Done & Done.

Well, almost.
I am pushing the words exams and essays to the very back of my mind for the time being.

Today I had my last classes of the year. Give or take a couple of optional revision sessions I have no more lectures or seminars until September. It's madness. Last day celebrations consisted of pass-the-parcel food style, frü carrot cakes and party rings ♥ and cava and lazy poetry discussion on the back lawn.
Tomorrow I plan to leave New Cross for the first time in over a week (it's shocking, I know). I might go to the cinema in the afternoon, as my unlimited card has been rather neglected of late and I need to print out some photographs and buy one or two things in Central as well. In the evening I am going to my first ever Club Sandwich. Last Wednesday of term = not the wisest of choices, but they say you haven't been to Goldsmiths if you haven't been to 'Sandwich'. Maybe.

Hungry Caterpillars.

I've had such an unproductive weekend that there hardly seems any reason in documenting it. However, I know from experience that I am wont to fall out of a routine if I don't keep on top of it, so I shall make note of a few main 'highlights' at least:

+ Sunny sunny weather ☀ (Somewhat ruined by the big pile of end-of-term work, but the sun's the sun in Britain)
+ Laundry (hardly the height of excitement, but it was a job worth doing and another thing to cross from my neglected to-do list)
+ Old photographs and nostalgia (I wrote four whole pages of Jess and Charlotte memories, just for the fun of it.)
+ A veritable feast of iPlayer
+ Letters to Hannah and Vicki at last
+ The Hungry Caterpillar Google on Friday ♥

So, as you can see, a very exciting time was had by all.
In other news, I am ready to go home now. I am fed up of Thomas Hardy and microwave pizza and my own demotivating nature. And I have a cold.



:)

Bake Off.

Alas, the 'Bake Off' was not to be.
We met outside the main building at 3 o'clock, following a morning full of outfit panic and several premature messages of 'watch the One Show tomorrow'. There was a large number of girls assembled - perhaps eighteen in total - and we formed quite a formidable group as we 'marched' up to the Students' Union offices in order to pay our £1 subscription fee. Afterwards we sat on the grass and enjoyed the sunshine, as we waited for the baking to begin. Unfortunately, however, the college had only assigned the film crew with a small Loring Hall kitchen and as a result, we had to narrow the eighteen or so hopefuls down to six. I was not a lucky baker.
Instead, I went back to my room, watched an interesting documentary called Boys and Girls Alone, went to Iceland (first real food shop in weeks), attempted to make a move on my Approaches essay, despite the beginnings of a nasty sore throat and eventually went to bed.

Today, as I continue my essay-writing, the sun insists on shining brighter than ever. Indeed, I'm somewhat reluctant to finish, as we all know that the lovely weather will disappear the moment my workload diminishes.

+
Watch: The One Show, BBC1, Tonight, 7pm.
Listen to: Woman's Hour, first topic.
& Read: click.

Little Miss Sunshine.

♥ A nice pretty picture for you - although it isn't from the Times and I have been cruelly cut from the frame by a fraction of a centimetre. In fact, that is my cake floating mysteriously at the right-hand side of the image. Pffft.

Oh and this.

Today (♣), there was a pointless course monitoring session in the afternoon, which ate up my lunch-hour and a lot of sunshine, which saw the student population of Goldsmiths dancing around the College Green in summer dresses and sunglasses. We sat outside during our Poetry seminar, which was very pleasant until the sun disappeared behind the lecture theatre and the weather took a turn towards chilly.
Now I am watching Waterloo Road and Comic Relief, and wondering whether or not I should make a start on the essay-front. First though. What does one wear to a bake off? ♥