Hi guys!

I’m sorry that I have not been keeping up to speed on my blog over the past couple of months. I was so consumed with revising all different types of literature along with having the monumental task of writing my dissertation – I didn’t have much time on my hands for anything else!

In fact, most of my evenings were spent in front of my laptop as I typed away endless sentences in the kitchen. I cannot tell you the relief I felt when I handed in my dissertation at the end of April. I had my last exam a couple of weeks ago and it’s fair to say that when the exam had finished, I was out of that room faster than Usain Bolt(Olympics 2020 here I come!).

Since then, I had to catch up on sleep. To some, sleep is the norm but for me, I ended up resorting to getting a few hours sleep all night and my body had accustomed to it (I don’t recommend this). I feel a bit more refreshed and revitalised! (Makes it sound like one of those beauty adverts that advertise moisturisers on the tv!).

Although, you’re probably wondering if the hard work paid off.

*cue drumroll*

*bites nails*

*scratches head*

*drumroll keeps playing and by this point, everyone has lost attention on what they were originally waiting to hear the result of*

*kicks drum away*

Ok, so enough of that. I’m pleased to tell you all that I achieved a 2.1 in my dissertation! This is an upper second class classification and if you’re not from the UK, I’m not sure what the equivalent is in other countries – but hey, that’s what Google is for, right? Search away!

Last year, I was so upset with my second year grades that I had achieved a high 2.2 overall with all of my grades combined together. The thought of quitting crossed my mind but I had already completed one year so thought “what will be, will be” – especially if I worked my arse off in the final year – WHICH I DID, LET ME TELL YOU. My arse has been worked off so much that it’s now flat as a pancake, I kid you not. (Nah, just kidding, it’s still there – but metaphorically, I did work my arse off).

In my final year, I have achieved 2.1’s in every assignment including my dissertation. 2.1’s of all variations – even high 2.1’s – nearly firsts! I have never been so proud of myself. I made my final year about me – I cut out all dating episodes (guys), exercised, and focused on myself for once so that I could look back and say “Either way, however this degree ends up being classed as, I gave it my bloody best shot!”

To even achieve a 2.1 in my dissertation (which was written about Shakespearean villains) is such an achievement in itself. So… UNIVERSITY IS OVER! I graduate in July so I’ll keep you updated. I’ve been having some weird dreams about it – dreading walking across the stage in front of all the gawking eyes. I’m sure I’ll fall over. I’m hoping I won’t but I’ll have to try walking in my heels before the date arises as I tend to walk like Bambi when I wear heels – my legs go all over the place. It’s like I’ve had one too many to drink when really it’s my lack of balance!

Since then, I’ve also been having driving refresher lessons. I passed my test previously but I’m now having some extra lessons to boost my confidence and get me back on the road (as I will be buying my very own car shortly! – It’s all happening!). It was very weird, though. Everything that I had learnt previously automatically came back to me – even my driving instructor was surprised at my memory! (I surprised myself as usually my memory is like a goldfish, in particular, Dory from Finding Nemo!)

How are you all doing? Keep me updated on what I’ve missed!

Until next time,

Zoe. X

No Way Out

His hand touched my arched
back, a snake wrapping around
the crucifixion of daylight, for the night
is young, fresh blood will dry.
The branches were higher than
my chest, my small body was stuck
in the maze of dread, and
I, the pawn in their game of chess.
A golden bow flew across the
darkened skies, the only shining
memory of my misfortunes and
regrets. The hand grabbed the back of
my weighty neck, turning me full circle,
so that our noses touched. Scars appeared
on the side of its face, a fighter in a past
life with broken bones, and the memories
were gone. I walked away from the thing
and attempted to escape, I broke the chains,
I climbed the branches, falling to my
knees, I hit my head on the glass,
covered with human fingerprints. I looked
through the glass to see the other side,
I only saw the giants watching in, realising
that I was stuck inside the television.

Anonymous: Timelines and Newsfeeds

Laptop screens light up our youthful faces
as we scroll down our bursting social media
timelines and newsfeeds, the gobbling goblin
that consumes each face with fake stories.
We cannot help ourselves to keep scrolling
and scrolling further down the prying page.
Someone sends a message, the notification
appears, an unfamiliar face – but the finger
scrolls the cursor down to click on the—

Error: 150 message not found.

The Groaning Goblins in the Sewer

I pay my bills, I pay my taxes.
I see the bank machines swallow
up my earnings, and hear the
goblins groan with their
fingerless gloves.

Lemon juiced pigs keep taking
and taking and taking. The notes
scrunch together in a sewer that
reeks of pinpricked ears and oblivion.

I bite my tongue, holding back the
clear truth of what lies beneath
the dark, swallowing sewer.

Jaded Eyes

Jaded eyes and tangled fears,
the edge was near. I saw the
balancing act faltering below
my feet.

The sand seeped through
the egg timer. It fell
and crashed

The frosted edges had melted,
and the final piece of sand had
fallen into my hands.

It was my time to soar.

The Wand

The wand flung itself into the air
with no fear of the fate that waited.
What lurks beyond the trance of reality?
Ink marks cannot be erased, they can
only be altered by the hand of truth.
Why can’t a spell be undone? Innocent eyes
will never have to swallow the empty lies
that lie ahead.

Lilac Eye Shadow

I shade over the creases in lilac eye shadow.
I can’t wipe the lilac away. I want to see the
colour shine in broad daylight.

The pansies look the same in the garden,
same shade, same faced mirages; they ought
to stretch their arms or they’ll always have the
same view of the garden, sitting in the same soil
with the same neighbours – the daffodils that
steal the limelight.

The saffron shade took centre stage on my eyelid
and the pansies, their backing dancers. But they
preferred their lilac reality, private yet still able
to see the light of day.