Oh dear, this will not be the last blog I’ll post about the Bowie. Firstly 23rd of September has been dubbed Bowie Day in Chicago. 30 days until I’m in Chicago and yes I’m going to the MCA just for David Bowie Is, I was a fool thinking I’d manage to see it in London on the last weekend. *Idiot!* SO this time I’m not missing it and I’m dragging along anyone who’s going to be around.
Thus meaning the whole 8 hour flight to O’hare will be dedicated to my iPod playing David Bowie, especially Hunky Dory, Ziggy, Heroes, Let’s Dance and The Next Day. Top 5 Bowie albums in my opinion, millions of people will disagree with me and good on them! His music is so wonderful, full of ideas and colourful stories it would be hard to pin down the ultimate Bowie song.
So short and sweet; I Love David Bowie. Always will.
Yay I’ve graduated university. Oh no, time to actually evaluate life and decide where to go next. It has been four months since my last hand in deadline and so far I have learnt…
Parents, honest to god, are the best yet also the worst. They have a wonderful way of making you feel welcome yet also always in the way, they allow you to live pretty cheaply and sometimes peacefully, I mean I pay £200 rent which is over 50% less then I did in uni and all I have to do to avoid a few of those dull, mundane chores is to hand over the discount card for shopping. Win, Win. My mum is an angel she has this loving way of making me smile after countless rejections from job applicants, however can very easily make me feel smaller than an ant. My dad is brilliant, comical genius that one, yet 90% of the jokes are a little back slap towards me.
Parents, can’t live with them, can’t live without them.
Friendships are only going to last if both persons actually do something. I mean why should I chase you up on an invite to something you’ve planned. Plan it together and then we can both decide where and whats going on. Again it’s been four months since i left uni, I’ve attempted to stay in contact with many of the university crowd, yet somehow I’ve only managed to hear back from 10%, this excludes the cheeky “what grade did you get, ‘cause I totally should had done better and want to brag” conversation. Honestly though those 10% of people were the ones that I actually did give a damn about, even if it did involve being the designated driver a few more times than I’d liked.
Never take friendship personal.
Finally, Rejection, so heart breaking spending hours filling out applications, writing out personalise CVs and cover letters getting anyone who’s anyone to read through it looking for mistakes only to receive the generic “I’m very sorry but you’re application has been unsuccessful however we will keep your CV on file.” I have to laugh, this stops me from crumbling into a ball and giving up. Sometimes I think maybe I meant to work in a supermarket retail chain for the rest of my life, I mean it’s not too bad… and then it happens i go into work to be moaned at by the rest of the work force for being to happy or quick or efficient or sometimes for just being a woman. Not wanting to get all sexist and everything, but i think I’ve heard every single sexist joke going, nothing in that place surprises me. So I would really love one day to actually not get rejected because I’ve written something a little too eager, I mean the idea of actually doing something connected to my degree is kind of exciting, for me anyway.