A leaving party by any other name is a lot sweeter than a leaving party!

Man, it's been a BUSY day! First to Church, then to town, then to the pool, then to make lasagne, then to Emily's house, then to campus to Grad Beer Festival. Woa... slow down Lucy-Lou! You don't even like beer!

At Emily's house was a lovely array of scones, cakey (my fave!) and biccies, and also Jon, Gabby, Emily, Raph, Hannah, Laura, and Rach. I have to admit that last night I had a bit of a pre-year-abroad panic (which I've not actually had since first year!). I was trying to talk Raph out of even throwing this little gathering, as I'd practically convinced myself I was going away never to return and I couldn't cope with the emotional upheaval! This is what happens when you're by yourself, in your room, and you've spent the day doing nothing useful with your energy so you expend it by over-thinking and crying and other such un-productive things! Anything but packing it seems!

Anyhoo, it was lovely, just like a normal evening in, which has to be the very best way to do these leaving parties that are anything but leaving parties. A rose by any other name still smells as sweet... and a leaving party by any other name is much more flipping pleasant than a leaving party! Please bear this in mind for when Beth has to go to Deutschland next year. 

After our little leaving bash, we went to campus to see the wonderful Soulrigg perform. This is how I ended up at a beer festival, even though I very much dislike beer! Luckily I drank just enough vino blanco to reprise my role as shameless aeroplane-arm girl during the EPIC song 'fly away', the apologising girl in 'broken' who is very very sorry she left someone broken, barely able to breathe, etc, and also pointy up and down girl in 'don't let me fall', along with Rach, Beth and Emily of course. The official Soulrigg cheerleaders out in force. To use London lingo, it was SICK!!! No other word for it. I've listened to Soulrigg 3 times now in the past week and they've all knocked the socks off the audience every single time. Can't someone offer them a recording contract like now??? Because I need recordings of them to take with me to foreign lands!

Anyway, the moral of this bloggio is that leaving is hard and getting harder by the day. But keeping in mind that it's not forever - it's not even for a year, and I'll be back before any of us realise it - is the key to keeping sane and not panicked. Thinking of it as chunks of time is helping me at the mo. So September till whenever I get a visit from someone (probs Oct/Nov), then till Christmas, then the short hop from Christmas to the end of the semester, then the weeks at home... see - I've done Spain in twenty seconds right there! Take heart fellow DELC students (and all you other people going on a year abroad), it is NOT forever. But by the end of it we'll be wishing it was. 


Well, just got to get cracking with Miss Beth's birthday cake tomorrow :D Hehehehe, she has NO idea what it's going to be - mwahahahaha! Oh the power that cakey yields! Sorry about the long long post, but I always said I was going to be honest about this whole process, so here it is. Till some other time in the future beautiful readers :) Love Lucy-Cakes xxx

Business vs. Busy-ness

If I watch many more old seasons of The Apprentice I'll enter the stupid competition myself. I'm sure I can label lollipops correctly, flog cakes to unsuspecting customers, and probably be quite a lot nicer than this horrible lot are. In fact, this would save me job-hunting in my final year, I'll just set up a chocolate or cake business and charge hideous amounts of money for something that cost me pennies to make.


Anyway, in other news, it's all a bit quiet on the Year Abroad front. The only remotely exciting thing happening is that there's going to be a Manx langugage course again this summer, and for a change it's not going to be in Eary Cushlin (aka middle of nowhere). The geek inside me is far too tempted to go and spend a weekend saying 'cha nel me toiggal' (I don't understand) in Manx. Another language won't make much difference to my brain, there's already a lot of random stuff in there and it'll come in handy if I'm ever attacked by a marauding Celt.

I've also found the one decent doctor that works on campus - shame I'm leaving! She better still be here when I get back, although I already have more faith in Spanish and Swiss doctors than I do English ones. Anyway, until next time amigos, when I should have packed at least my books away in a box, never to be seen again for several months. Oooo.

Leave your high heels chez vous.

Haha, my first ever blog post! The only reason I've decided to have a blog for the next year is so you can all keep up with my year abroad and how things are going. You never know, I may even learn something and feel the need to bore you with it (but that'll only be if you're lucky). 

This week I had my last exam of second year, then we bashed straight on with YA prep. Given we're encouraged to brush off stereotypes, I heard quite a few this week, but I suppose I did learn some useful stuff. The French, apparently, don't wear high heels to go out on the town. From my POV, epic win!!! Although I'm vertically challenged (but only when stood next to taller people, haha) high heels and me do not get along, therefore this has to be a winning situation. On the other foot, I'm not exactly going to France so who knows if this is true? Do the Swiss wear high heels?

Well whichever way. It has to be said, the Spanish didn't get off scot-free. Apparently people will yell 'oi blondie' - or whatever the Spanish equivalent is - at us. Which is interesting, given I am not blonde. Again, I will keep you all posted as to the abuse I get hurled at in the street, and DELC, be warned, I fully intend to exploit this cultural experience by writing about it in my assessment. Let the abuse start here... :S