I changed the name of my blog today! As you can probably see, I decided to use a bit of brain-power and ditch ‘Natalie’s Blog’ for something a bit more creative and personal. So I chose to use ‘Chatalie the Natabox’ – something that reminds me of my childhood and the way I used to be.
I say ‘the way I used to be’ because even though a lot of my friends and family tell me time and time again how I have a tendency to waffle, I find that I have lost a bit of this in myself, especially when talking in public. It does make me question whether or not that’s why I love to write. I can type or jot down everything I’m thinking and feeling in one moment and happily hide behind the words I have written. Saying them out loud is a totally different matter – that takes far more guts.
I think I may be the worst blogger in history. I think if I want to be a writer, I’m going to have to start coming on here more. Anyway, I’m here now. Hello. How’ve you been. Nice to see you again. etc. etc.
It is August, as you can probably work out for yourself by looking at the title of this post. August 10th 2012, which seems mad. How is it August? How? How did this happen? Where has the year gone?
It is of course The Olympics at the moment, and it’s in London! It has been the most incredible two weeks so far; watching the events really has become a huge part of my day to day life in no less than a fortnight. Everything is just addictive to watch, even the stuff which nobody ever watches, archery, trampolining, judo. The lot. Amazing.
Happy June! Now it is officially summer (well, sort of – it officially kicks off on 21st June but let’s for the sake of it, pretend that it is), any normal, sane person would expect the sun to be shining, the BBQs to be sizzling in gardens, the air to smell of flowers and cut grass, the trees to be blossoming beautifully, people to be smiling, laughing, and having a great time.
Well, that was certainly the case last week. But considering I live in the UK, a.k.a. land of ever changing and unpredictable weather, someone, I don’t know who, has decided to smack a few great big clouds over the top of our glorious island, and thus the rainy summer days have begun.
Yes, I’m afraid if you were expecting a bit of a happy, chirpy blog writing from me this afternoon, you are greatly mistaken. Because in fact, I’m in a very bad mood and in definite need of a rant. So if you’re already depressed by my solemn and grumpy attitude, then it’s perhaps best to stop reading, and to go and do something much more productive and positive with your time.
I’ve just arrived back at University from being at home for a month on my Easter holidays. It went far too quickly, and I’m already a bit homesick, which, to be honest, is pretty bad. I’m 19, I need to man the hell up and stop whining. I’m going back in 5 weeks so I should suck it up and be strong. It probably won’t happen, but it’s nice to give myself a bit of motivation.
The Easter holidays were fantastic. I saw my friends, I saw my family, I lost my mobile, I got my mobile replaced. I went to the cinema, I went to Croydon, I went to the pub (several times), I went to see my favourite band in the entire world in Hammersmith. I laughed. I cried. I fell over (several times, and not just while drunk). I’ve worn ridiculous clothes (many thanks to my close “friend” Daisy Ottman for that one). The one thing, I regrettably have to admit that I haven’t done, is work.
Because I’m a newbie to this whole blogging thing, I thought it would be good to introduce myself properly.
1. I’m British, and I’m proud of it. I have no idea what the most popular nationality of bloggers is on here, but I’m guessing most of them are Americans. I’ve heard the Americans like the British. So I thought that might be a good place to start.
2. I’m 19 years old – a ‘spring chicken’, as my Grandmother would say. The world’s my oyster at the moment. I’m still figuring out who I am and what I want to do with my life, but enjoying the ride.
3. I’m a first year student at University studying English Literature. I really really love English. It’s mind-blowing when you think about the enormity of power that words hold, the way they can change things, the way books can influence a debate, and raise awareness to issues and problems within Western societies and culture. I know so many people who consider English to be such a doss subject because obviously, English people use English as a language all the time. But they’re wrong – English is not all it’s cracked up to be. It goes way beyond anything you ever learned at senior school. More English-related blog posts to come. You’re probably getting the sense that I like English.