"All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.."

I haven't blogged for a while, so while I had a spare few minutes in my busy (not so busy) lifestyle I thought I'd have a catch up with one of the more interesting things that happened to me last week.

Wednesday 7th- It was my housemate, Kirsty's, birthday today, so after wrapping her gifts up in old pages from magazines, (students can't afford wrapping paper) we all headed to her room to wish her a happy birthday.

The day passed quickly and it soon became time to start getting ready for the night ahead.

We headed over to the boys flat next door and Kirsty's birthday celebrations began.

It got to about half 12 when we decided to leave for the SU (fun...not).

Everyone else was stumbling ahead, whilst me (being my respectable self) hadn't drank a lot so stayed behind to help the struggling Kirsty stumble along, arm in arm with myself, while her boyfriend took the lead.

After both tripping and falling to the floor, I unfortunately went face first and hit my mouth on the pavement, causing my front tooth to break in half diagonally....

...Attractive, I know!

So, after hysterically screaming and many panic attacks later, my Mum and Dad arrived to take my home at about 2:30am.

No one knew what to do with me so ringing my parents seemed like the best option.

Thursday 8th- Mum rang a private dentist in the village first thing in the morning and luckily got me an appointment for 12pm that day.

12pm struck and 45 minutes later, I had a brand new tooth...

...And you can't even tell!!

I might not be able to eat properly for a month, and might have to drink through straws, but I have never been so relieved to have a fake tooth!
H.

Thanks Jamal.

I drove back to Leicester on Friday to catch my Cultural Exchange talks.

It was such a sunny day, I couldn't resist Bede park for a game of football with the boys...the girls just watched.

I was in my element...I hadn't played football in ages and I finally had people to play with...The girls just refused my offers.

It took me back to being about 5 years old again and having my three older brothers dress me in full football strip and put me in the centre of a massive goal with goalkeeper gloves on to fit a male teenager while they pelted balls at me. Those were the days!

Anyway, after successfully erecting a human pyramid, losing the ball in the river, ripping my jeans and getting mud on my vans, it had almost reached 5pm and I needed to get to uni for Jamal Edwards' talk.

The other talks were good, but I knew this one would interest me the most.

With front row seats I thought I'd send Jamal a sneaky little tweet before he entered the room.

"Sitting in room 2.13 waiting for @Jamaledwards. Where are you hiding?"

The talk was brilliant, made up of mostly questions being answered and a few inspirational quotes made by Jamal.

Everyone came out muttering really positive things to one another, Jamal's answer and general feedback was so successful and everyone was buzzing afterwards.

Glued to my twitter, it was going mad with tweets to and from Jamal.

I had received about 10 emails in the space of the hour long talk.

Boom. It turns out Jamal had retweeted my tweet to him which made me instantly gain followers. So I guess what I'm trying to say is...Thanks Jamal.

H.

"shaaaaating"

It's 10:02pm on Thursday night and I'm watching Celebrity Juice....perhaps not the most educational show on tv but it is hilarious.

I'm trying to get an early-ish night as I have dentist at 9:45am tomorrow....(what was my mum thinking when she booked my appointment at that time?!

Not only do I have the dentist but I also have my cultural exchanges talks which I am really looking forward to.

Jamal Edwards, CEO of SBTV,  is one I am particularly interested in. What an inspirational man.

Anyway, I'm getting distracted from writing by Keith Lemon.

Goodbye.
H.

"There's no place like home."

It was my birthday on Sunday....19! Such a horrible number....such a horrible odd number.

I almost forgot about my hatred of odd numbers until I rip open each card to be faced with "Happy 19th Birthday!" 

I never felt this way on any other birthday that made my age odd. 19 just stands out to me as....well....horrible. 

Besides the anxiety towards odd numbers, it was a very good day.

Showing some friends from uni around Stamford was....interesting. 

They were so amazed by all the fields and old buildings (yawn). 

Most of them haven't really seen the countryside and Stamford does a great job at presenting most countryside traits....fields, sheep, cows, fields, pigs, tractors, fields, back roads, vast amounts of grass, horses, fields, fields and more fields. 

I was a bit nervous about their visit at first, I've spend all five months of uni so far, trying to fight them mocking me and attempting to convince them that I am NOT a posh farmer. That I do not live in the middle of nowhere, in my own little world, surrounded by farms and farm animals, stereotypically walking around wearing hunters and a gilet whilst walking my dog or riding a horse or even driving a tractor! 

They have no idea!

It didn't help my cause that on the way back from picking them up from the train station, we got stuck behind a tractor, passed about 10 thousand fields and having Mum announce that my uncle Peter had bought round half a pig for us after it being freshly killed. Lovely. Cheers Mum. 

I've been back in Stamford for almost a week now and I think I'm getting too used to being looked after by my Mum. I'm not going to know what has hit me when I get back to LE1. 

I also don't know how I'm going to cope without Mable being my side 24/7. My dopey little mongrel seems so follow me everywhere when I'm home. 

Cuppa tea o'clock again.

H.

Confused.com

So it took me about half an hour to actually log in to create a blog as google didn't like any of my current e-mail addresses. I don't know why. Now I am sitting at my laptop, absolutely boiling from my heater, trying not to get distracted by Facebook and twitter (which I find much easier to use). I wasn't quite sure what to write about for my first post so I guess it is basically going to be made up of me rambling on about how hard I'm finding it to navigate around this website, how much my heater is drying out my eyes and the fact I did just get distracted by Facebook momentarily to find that my Mum (as angelic as she is) has made a really embarrassing comment on one of my photos. Note to self: Never have your parents as friends on Facebook.
Time for a cuppa.
H.