Wednesday 29 December 2010

Now Now Baby it's Just Textbook Stuff...


Ah, Christmas time!

A break from all the stress of University...wrong. Exam in January.

A chance to indulge in all the snazzy food you can't justify buying yourself...wrong. Vomitting bug.

Christmas money and lovely clothes? nuhuh... on that scary part of the overdraft.
The part when if you buy and Galaxy and a Glamour magazine you'll be charged £40 a day for exceeding your overdraft limit.

But it's not all bad.

We had a white Christmas! And no-one seemed that excited about it.
Everyone seemed to just whine and groan and worry about when their food would run out.
I for one have been waiting for a white Christmas since the first time I heard that song. It was beautiful.
So shhhh...

Although, to be fair, I have had an undenyable period of whining and crying and moaning about my life.

I do wonder if I'll actually finish this degree with a mark worth talking about or if I'll struggle more next term than I did the last.
The stress is unbearable. It never stops. I joined the womens rugby club and then swiftly quit. Not because I didn't enjoy it. I really did.
But because of the sheer amount of work I had to do. And I wanted to be able to see my pals at least once a fortnight out of uni time.

I hate how many sacrafices people on BAMMJ have to make in order to do averagely. To be fair some people work so, so, so hard and really are perfectionists and they do really well. I am not graced with such a trait.

Once I start crying over something I think fuck it it's time to just stop looking at it and submit it as it is. Cue more tears on receipt of grade.

It's been pretty cool to come home and see the beautiful coast that I miss so much. I have missed my friends so much. So, so much. They are crazy and weird and almost entirely underrated.

Example: On Friday night Alys and Lucie polished off a bottle of tequila in shots in about an hour at predrinks.
The results were as follows: Lucie: sleepasaurus. Alys: 6 year old on midget gems.

Anyway from what I have gathered Alys went on to drink Vodka in the pub...Alys isn't so wicked on vodka. She gets quite...aggitated, shall we say.

So a few drinks later and Alys decides to punch a few pint glasses repeatedly resulting in plenty of blood and goes on to piss in the corner of the beer garden. Lucie is by now home. sleeping.

Alys then goes on to kick a local in the shin.


But I must defend Alys here as she is, in fact, just another victim of that Pembrokeshire virus. The one that means at least one of every party must get paraletic and do something to entertain the rest of the group everytime you go out.

It was just her turn. It hasn't been my turn for a while. This worries me. This worries me a lot as anyone who knows me will understand...

We are dressing up as animals for new years eve and I have decided to go as a bird. I have aruond 2648 feathers so wish me luck.

I hope you all have a fab new years eve whether it be chilling inside with a cup of tea and some snacks or dancing the night away out and about.

Thanks for reading

That's all for now
Jojo xxx

This post was written listening to: Imogen Heap.

Tuesday 7 December 2010

Celebrations for 1000 hits!


Wowza. Jee Whizz, DAYUM. 1,000 hits!


I'm so happy. Today I reached one thousand hits on this blog and I am so chuffed :)


It seems so strange looking back on my first blogs, embarassingly all I wrote about was getting laid and my hair colour and how much I wanted to be successful...actually... put it like that and nothings changed.


Ah well, who doesn't want to get laid and who doesn't take a personal interest in their hair? It's basic human self obsession. And don't deny it. You think not everyone spends several minutes at a time inspecting themselves in the mirror? even the least vain of all your friends will have their moments.


I think that's wicked. Self exploration. That sounds explicit...well yeh I guess it appplies to that too.


It's all self indulgence and it's times like this that I'm really proud of me and who I am. I get that 1000 hits to many people is really, really miniscule. But for me that's awesome! What's the most awesome...est thing is that I've had praise for just writing the shit that falls out my brain and into my fingers tap tapping away on the old laptop.


So yes in the least condescending self righteous way possible, thanks!


Righty onto the less cringe-worthy stuff.

I've been at work experience for nearly 2 weeks now at Radio Cardiff. It's quite strange actually as it reunited me with a very old friend. Luc Wise this is an official shout out on a blog you don't know exists.


I've had a really cool, hands on time here at the station. Radio Cardiff is a mainly black music influenced station. It's genres include a lot of reggae, soul, R&B and hip hop, amongst others.


Everyone here has been so cool and chilled and helpful but at the same time honest and demanding and enthusiastic. Day one I produced three shows on my todd, broadcasting to 23,000 listeners and from there its just blossomed. I've been on shows, interviewed DJ's made ads and news and interviewed Evel Knievels son.


Being at Radio Cardiff has really enthused me to work hard and strive to be the best I can be and to really make myself a future in the industry.

Being surrounded by music and laughter and excitement makes my day so much more interesting and intense . I cannot express how much happier it makes me feel getting up at 5 am to do the breakfast show, knowing the second I open the studio door I'll meet some reggae to really ease me into the day.


In other news:


I'm so excited to see my Mummy! She's been off jetsetting since the start of September and I am so ready for a cuddle and a bottle of wine. She's such a winner, my mum. She's clever, kind, generous and beautiful inside and out. I'm so proud of all that she has achieved and am so delighted that she has found her deserved happiness.


Christmas is fast approaching and I have 12 pounds to my name...after consideration re:Chrsitmas presents I decided to do the obvious thing and whore myself out to the public of Cardiff. Strangely as a 5 foot 2, spotty, pale, thin haired, weasel featured female I did not receive much business. However on walking through the city centre on Thursday night a homeless man told me I had a strange face. So that is a plus...?


Anyway this is long and Russel told me my last blog was too long so I'm sorry Russel and I'm sorry the last blog also 'Sounded like a scrubs voiceover' but its just the way the biscuit dissintergrates!


Lotsa love Ya'll... (getting so wigger-ish at this station)


That's all for now,

Jojo xxx


I wrote this post listening to: Corrine Bailey Rae