Here at last! :O)

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I cant believe that i'm actually here now, I seem to live in the library (so missing the 24/7 access of net from n'ton uni!) Chester is absolutely gorgeous, and I'm meeting a lot of new people, my course will be starting sometime next week, with only 9 hours (1 hour of lectures!!!!!!!!!)

I went for a walk around the city walls last night with the christian union, which was quite fun. We stopped off half way round for a drink in a pub restaurant and this welsh guy (that was really drunk) started heckling us, the manager's kept coming out (but he wouldnt go away ) I think he was attracted by the music that was being played to the outside seating area! cos he kept coming up to dance too, to the songs that he liked. They evenutally called the police (I would have done so, but probably a bit earlier than them!) and inevitably (and luckily you could say) he left. What drama!

security in our fair land

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It never ceases to amaze me how bad our security is in England, especially with the recent terorists attack on other countries such as 9/11 and in Russia, I mean do we actually feel safe?
I dont know whether I do!

NHS professions

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Its amazing the amount of times people have told me today how I should be a nurse and how good I'd be at it etc... I'm not having second thoughts on English at all, because I know that if I don't do this then it will be a big regret. As someone said to me today English seems to be your passion and everyone has to be passionate about something. It's not like I don't love HCA'ing, its just that I can't see myself as a nurse for the rest of my life. But then again that might be me, I may not be able to find anything that I would be happy doing for the rest of my life! I think at somestage everything can become mundane but then I suppose thats what life is all about (as some say) its working through the daily grind.

I am so looking forward to going to Chester i'm scared of how excited I am! (does that make sense?!) I went to look around it the other week and absolutely loved it, when I went back home I actually missed it! Hopefully my going to Chester will help to clear my head and to get my life into a decent perspective, of what's important.

polite people

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I have just come back from a weekend away, and it was really quite interesting to see lots of different personalities in one place. I suppose I'm talking about it now, because most of the time I hang round at this annual weekend reunion with some of my closer friends, but they werent there this year, so I made some new ones and this time it struck me how different everyone seemed to be(!)
Ok, so you have the polite people, who I really don't understand, because I like people to be honest and open and even blunt sometimes(!) I suppose I prefer people just to say what they think.
I feel insecure when I don't know where I stand with them, I cant read them as well as I can others!

various musings and wonderments

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I just find it immensely interesting that as human beings we find it easier to express ourselves with 26 characters rather than use what I believe God has given us, to express ourselves. Shouldn't we be looking into more advanced things? being the 21st Century of technology, but yet, we still come back to this, to symbols, to standardised words that sometimes we can use majestically and beautifully, and yet at other times we can get tongue tied (far too many times this happens). and have verbal diarrhoea (yes, I know how to spell it now ;)
WE cannot even create new words, if we did in things such as essays, we would be marked down. What is therefore the point of expressing ourselves in words that someone has inevitably used before? These words, sentances, phrases, poems become second hand, there is nothing new under the sun.
Yet putting on an old pair of shoes, or talking with an old friend who truly knows you, is an invaluable thing (the latter obviously more important than the former!) and i'm not saying that it's like a second hand item, but maybe these symbols which we are so familiar with, become ingrained into our ways of thinking, as inevitably they will, and we become so accustomed to the words and phrases we know, that we stay in these well formed walls, and never venture outside them, with new advances in English, new boldness, new passion... we will never tire of speaking, writing, reading, singing, reading poetry or plays.

Word of the Day

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I came across new word today which I thought was very cool, as I was at work, waiting in Pharmacy (on very comfortable chairs I must add) ...
and the word was Moustachioed- now, I looked it up and it must have been something he had made up which I was gutted about) because I wante to use it in an essay.

For the past weekend I have used the word awry (which my brother thought I had made up!) :O)

I think there should be a word of the day everyday, and you should all try and use it in your day to day living (it will be so beneficial to extend your vocabularies!!!! :)-& mine which I am sure has long since been stunted!

I'm worried about losing my accent when I go to uni, can anyone help?!?! :)

Expectations and things

I've always found life somewhat confusing, I mean I think mine came out back to front really. The expectations that people have (par exemple, teachers) are foccussed on what your parents expect from you, but my parents didn't really expect anything from me (academically), and in some ways this was liberating, in many other ways, it encroached on support issues (generally feeling a great lack of ) especially in things like higher education, and I think I have aimed to rebel against this and just show them and myself what I am capable of achieving. Whereas my Gran has always encouraged me to go that bit further, study that bit harder reach that expectation in a fuller way, and to this day I don't know whether the things I have achieved are from me rebellling, or being encouraged by my Gran. Maybe it's been neither influence, and I don't really know what I want it to be either!

birth of naive-freda

I hereby name this blog spot, naive-freda.

I hear you say why.... well I suppose really it stems from my own frame of mind at this point in time (and also fred bloggs is too masculine for me :)

Over this past year I have learnt a lot about life in general, what really matters and what doesn't. I am hoping that through this outlet I can say what I really want to say about life, and share it with you lovely people!

I am justbeginning to understand that I know nothing, and that the people who think they know everything, really don't.

All this depressing-ness leads me onto what's real in life and what is worthwhile. Like Phil Yancey says, you cant have pleasure without the pain. I think i'm just waiting for the pleasure now.