Wednesday, 29 September 2010

University Challenge

Firstly, the story writing went well! HA, for the whole 2 days. I rather enjoyed it none the less and may continue again soon. Although, I dunno if I want to bother reminising in sight of recent events !
Any way....

University is now back on the cards and Mr Malcolm has requested a blog about his Online Lecture.
I do like online journalism if I'm honest as I like citizen journalism and Blogging is pretty fun!

For this blog I will talk a bit about Twitter.
Twitter is a fairly new concept to me as I haven't been familiar with it for that long. I signed up for an account last year. Looked at it. Signed off. And didn't sign back on again.....UNTIL university enlightened me to what a useful tool for journalism it actually is.
Twitter can be used as citize journalism and can also be used to find out information on topics in the news and for people's opinions.
Many famous faces are on Twitter. From Simon Pegg to Fearne Cotton and from Tom Hanks to Jimmy Carr. Even Barack Obama has Twitter!!
It's a good way to find out information about people's lives and well being and getting a celeb fix and it's also useful for job searching, news searching, current affairs. It's all starting to heat up on Twitter with it being in the news a lot due to celebs abusing the fact Twitter is seen by their fans. Many sports stars have now been told that they are not to use Twitter whilst preparing for matches and fixtures etc to avoid being hounded and possibly charged because of something they have written.
The England Football Team was told earlier this year that they were not to access Twitter during the worl cup for this reason.
The Ryder Cup this year has said no to mobile phones and such internet devices being used by the Prof Golfers as well as spectators to avoid such events.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

part 2

For me, the whole initial thing of going up to someone and making any kind of move is utterly unbearable. So why, why, why, did I feel it was me who had to make the first move when it came to him?
Standing with my girls the party was starting to hit off and we were all drinking our cheap booze. Soph had poined out Mr Dreamboat earlier in the night explaing who he was and how even she had slept with him. Here, I wasn't really too sure. If he'd been with Soph and they weren't even in a relationship, what kind of guy was he going to turn out to be? But I suppose everyone deserves a chance and I really wanted to give him one.

After the who was he, where he lived and who he's recently been with talk, I felt pretty hyped up. Push came to shove, and in the end Soph had pursuaded me to go over and talk to him. Walking across the room, it felt as though I was walking miles. All eyes on me about to make the biggest fool out of myself ever! But in reality it wasn't that bad. Walking over I could see him more clearly. The green eyes, the freckled skin and the slick brown hair. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Reaching him, what was the first thing I thought of to say? Hi? Alright? Nope. First thing to come out of my mouth was.... nothing!!! I just stood there!! Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. I may as well have done a dance or dressed up as a chicken, I felt so stupid. He laughed and then started to talk. His voice strong and deep. He told me I was beautiful. Told me he'd heard stuff about me and wanted to get to know me better. In short, he said everything every girl wants to hear. The next thing I knew he had his hand on my face, softly stroking my cheek. His green eyes were looking deep into mine and as I started to melt with an overwhelming rush of lust, his lips touched mine. Before this, I had never so much as danced with a guy I didn't know, never mind snog his face off!! Ok, that was a bit too much detail, though true none the less. But for old times sake and for the want of remembering, more detail on the kiss is needed. It was amazing. The best kiss ever. You know when romantic couples kiss in films and the girl does that leg popping thing, when she lifts up one leg like a loved up flamingo?? It was one of those kissing moments. (Although I'd like to point out that I did not do this, as I would of most surely done it way over the top and taken someones eye out with me neon pink heels.) But anyway, back to the kiss. It was soft but aggressive. Passionate but firery. Flirty but love. Yeah, I said it... love. Looking back now it was lust but at the time it was still wow.

The kissing lasted way over 2 hours and by the time it was over it was time to leave the dingy skittle alley and head home. The lights came on and I could see my kisser in the dim lighting and I thought, Yes, here I have made a good move. Attractive, tall and a great kisser. Nothing can go wrong! Ha Ha. Yes I was an idiot. But it's what followed that made me the biggest idiot of all.

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

I begin to write a book! The begining of the end, in old fashioned diary/book form

If I said I'd start at the begining, you'd probably think that I'd had something stupidly awful happen to me and that I wanted to start the whole thing off by explaining in dramatic and gory detail about it. Yes?
Well, Yes and No.
For the purpose of this though, I will start at the begining. The begining of the end, of a very complicated relationship. Which in short, is that of the relationship between A Man... and his Dog. (No, I'm only kidding.) Between A Man and A Woman.

No one is good in relationships. Agreed? Well for me not being good, is something I seem to know too well. Although I've never felt, at the time of the whole relationship fiasco, that things are actually going bad. But that's how they seem to end up!
Confused? Me too.
Well here we go.

I remember it all so clearly. The party, the people, the drink, the music... Him. Yes, I deffinately remember him. Stood over the other side of the room dressed up as some swarve Bond style character. Swarve I spose isn't really the correct word, seen as what he was actually wearing was a rather large dinner jacket, (that he obviously stole off his dad 10 minutes before leaving) and a black chain. To remember this in such detail must still, somewhere mean something.
But anyway.
I'd gone to the party with my girls. A friend's 21st Birthday Bash at a local pub's skittle ally. Yes, it is indeed very classy and a place to pick up boys! Armed with vodka stashed in Pepsi Bottles and Cola in Fanta ones, we were all set for a pretty great night! (Because who really can afford a lot of decent drink on a students income.) Us girls were all dolled up in super 80s styles. The theme for the party being 80s and 90s film, game and tv. And being us, we went as 1980s Flash Dancers. Thrilling I know!
Whether or not it was the fluroescent yellow top I was wearing, which caught his eye, I shall never know. But the smile and laugh captured me and from then on I was sold. Sold to be a slave to love. Gutted. Ridiculously fallen for him. Damn It.

Get back to blogging

Ok.. so after slipping back into very slack ways, I have once again decided to start blogging.

The Blog of Bec Waters, if this is what we choose to call it, is some what that of a mixmatch of excitement and drab. Somedays this will be filled with exciting life changing information (ok so that might be a skight exageration) and other days it will be clear of thoughts about birds, flowers and photography. (Ok, so that was a slight exageration too.)

I talk about things that interest me. Mostly random events and things going on in my life. BUT for purposes unknown to me, (University Degree) I must refrain from doing this all the time and should concentrate on something more educational and of use.
So for this, I will talk about presenting and such like, on television and radio.
I will also Blog about recent Student Radio shows and hopefully I will blog about my own local radio show, BUT (once again a big but) I need to sort that out!

So for now, let me just say, Bec is back....well crawling a very slow pace :P