According to Jessica: What are my 500 word short blogs about?

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"A blog with at least five posts about a subject that interests you: It needs to include original material you should also include pictures. Make sure the blog is tightly edited and tagged appropriately. Include the address on your hand in.  This should be support by a 500 word commentary explaining the rationale for your blog and the target audience. You will be marked on content rather than design."

 As part of my course work, my task was to create a blog with at least five posts about a subject/subjects that interest me. My blog is aimed at people between the ages of around 18 plus; and includes opinion, political posts, reviews of things to do and see and also general posts I feel people may be able to relate to. I like to bring up issues that are currently in the media at the time, but on a more light hearted side I love talking about superficial things such as fashion and fun things to do as I feel a bit of light hearted reading is always a good escape from everyday realities and issues. I have been running my own personal blog for a couple of years now, and it's something I really enjoy. Blogging opens up many doors and it's also a great networking tool. 

 I wouldn't say I have one great love in life that stands out, and I feel that my life is made up of many many different things. I decided to include some "feminist" and "politics" in my blogs, as these are things that I am really interested in and things I love to look into. I don't believe posts have to be that in depth, but if you at least catch someone's attention about something through the means of blogging I feel you have been successful. It's great to get younger people on the bandwagon and interested in important issues, and as long as you don't lecture them and make them feel uneasy I feel blogging is a great way to read out to them. If I see something in the news I think is important, I may write a blog on it in an approachable manner, and something I feel 18 year old young people may be able to relate to or enjoy. 

 I like to relax my readers and have a few jokes along the way, I believe the light hearted posts keep them coming back. If I had to stick to one theme throughout my personal blog, I would personally feel really restricted and feel as if I didn't have much freedom.

 The important thing is I enjoy writing about many things, and I do have a readership on my personally blog who keep me going. I personally love reviews of things, whether it's places to go, places to eat or what is the latest beauty product that I may want to try on the market. I would say my blog is slightly more feminine and probably aimed more at women or people who enjoy feminine things. 

There is nothing better than finding out what other women my age are up to and loving, and I have followed blogs that even give me home décor tips which is really something quirky and great for someone my age (23) who is potentially looking to start up my first home soon!

 I hope people will enjoy my lifestyle type writing, and I at least get some serious points across in the process. 

Life is for living. Lifestyle writing is my favourite genre. 

Mount Batten is pictured above.

According to Jessica: Article 6, "Heading to the Dark Side"

So, what is it with being blonde and pondering going dark all of a sudden? As a girl who is prone to change, my hair colour is something which I love to experiment with. My poor locks have had the joy of being various different colours, from blonde to even an unfortunate black during my younger teenage years. It's been every shade in between, sometimes with a slightly orange hue when really I wanted to be the perfect honey blonde. It makes you realize that hair colour really does make such a difference to how we feel. After a trip at the hairdressers we (usually) come out feeling refreshed. A break up, a new job, a holiday or just the general feeling of wanting change are all things which prompt us to dye our hair that one shade lighter, or darker depending.


But for something that can make us feel oh-so-good about ourselves, it's surprising how the slightest mishap can make us feel slightly suicidal. Many a times I've chosen a gorgeous chestnut colour for it only to come out blotchy and black, a perfect example of home dye gone wrong. The hairdressers don't always get it right either, with me wanting subtle blonde highlights and coming out with a block-red colour in a shade that just did not work for my skin tone.

 What works for one person does not always work or another! So will us ladies ever be content with our hair colour? I slightly envy anybody who has never felt the need to play with dye, but then again, I'd feel like I was missing out on all the fun.

The fact is, it's only hair at the end of the day. We can cut it, dye it, and put our poor locks through the mill but it will always grow back ready for more damage. For many of us, our hair time line tells an interesting story that can be shared with friends alike. Something which we can look back and laugh about, and know that we will have many more exciting hair styles and colours to come in our lifetime.

For me, personally, my hair colour changes with my mood. I love being blonde. I love being dark. Is it true blondes have more fun? No. Is it true hair colour can change your mood, make you more confident, and make you shine? Yes.

So at the end of the day, it's all about how you feel. It's not about the colour. Half the year I may feel like being a fun bubbly blonde, and the other have a gorgeous, spontaneous brunette. Change is constant and it doesn't stop at my hair!








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According to Jessica: Article 2, "The Issue with Shopping too Much"

 I awake from a sleepy slumber. Just after the obnoxious door bell goes again. Twice in two minutes? After wondering whether there is some sort of attack on my street, or I am just have a really strange dream, I fall back into a deep sleep where I seem to "buy" things from the shop, instead of just taking them. No, I am not some shop lifter, but if I knew I was in a dream I would really just take what I wanted and have the time of my life whilst I was in deep sleep. Hell- I would probably gorge on curry, chocolate and crisps so I would wake up satisfied with no cravings. Soon, I wake up, stretch and reach for the nearest bottle of water I can find.

I ignore the earlier remembrance of the door bell and get on with my day. Reality meets sleep, and it really does not make much sense until a hard working father, who you still happen to live with comes home.


"Good day?", he asks politely;


"Yes thanks!;" knowing you have simply answered phone calls, meaningless, and have done personal chores that do not mean a thing to anyone else living in your house. Job interviews, university confirming places and personal chores only take up so much of your life.

 Reality comes when you are told there is post for you. Post that could simply not fit through your regular "Victorian" like door.


 Strange. You think to yourself. It must be the essential underwear you needed, or the toiletries that get you through life.


Of course it is none of the above. I have to admit to myself, I am a compulsive shopper. Whether I come home after a few glasses of wine and order those ridiculous shoes that the sober me would never wear; or weather I order that size 10 dress that would mean my boobs would pop out in a very indecent way, in fact it would probably never get over my head and hair... I shop. I shop when I am happy. I shop when I am sad. It's me. The "good girl" in me would reason. "Please return, don't be so ridiculous, even after the Cambridge diet for 10 months you will just not look good in that skin tight dress". I agree with her. I love her rationality. I love her to bits, she is reasonable, and she knows the real me.Those 6 inch platforms would cripple me. Whoever I was with would probably end up holding them in their hands whilst I got every bit of glass in the street in my feet.


 But this is me.
  


I am ridiculous. I buy ridiculous things. Only for them to end up on E bay 6 months later for a fraction of the price.

 Of course, we cannot simply forget the items that just "turn up" at my door either. "Lose 10 years in one week?!" hell... I would look 12. Maybe not. I guess if I forget what I do buy I can always say it is a present to oneself. However, it does get a bit embarrassing after a while when your neighbours are threatening to charge you a rate for holding your post, and your sighing parents are getting embarrassed about the whole thing.

 Life is not about "things". I know this, no one can take what the earn in this life to the grave. It is exciting when things come through the door and you forget you ever ordered them. I do wonder to myself... "oh a present? For me? Who could do such thing?!" and as I open the brown paper a stark realization that... it was me. I could do such thing. I just love to treat myself too much, and others I must say.


 I have decided, due to my crap responsibility- I am going to make a change. Michael Jacksons old words. I do NOT need 10 pairs of luminous green knickers, and I do NOT need 20 MAC lipsticks; which in reality will probably just get eaten- only for me to apply the same £12 plus quid lipstick 10 minutes later.


 Please wish me luck on this journey- and gone are the days where I get "presents" in the mail. Oh Jessica Sarah- you are too nice. To oneself. There is much more to life.


 Of course I am going to indulge in essentials now and again, but I really need to be kind to myself and my poor parcel minding neighbours.