Ohh Deer Haul!

Recently Ohh Deer had a sale on and so of course, being a stationery addict, I couldn’t resist.

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In the end, I bought six cards, three desk pads, and an A4 notebook I’ve loved on the website for months. These are the pads:

I love these. A lot. I’m almost at the end of a desk pad I bought at Waterstones at the moment, which is a Note to Self pad, and they’re just great for visual organisation. I bought one in red, called Plan of Attack, a green one called I’m Going to Kick Today’s Ass, and a blue one called Let’s Get This Shit Done. Each hold 60 tear-off pages.

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Next came three square cards. The cards on Ohh Deer are really amazing quality, they’re all made in the UK with FSC approved material, some of them are made on recycled card, and they’re all amazing designs. They’re cute, funny, sassy or humorously rude, and you can be sure that whenever it’s someone’s birthday, you won’t be giving them the same card everyone else got them from the Card Factory.

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And three smaller cards! Honestly, some of these will probably just be wall decorations rather than cards I send to people – much in the same way I buy postcards for the designs rather than to use as postcards. I did, however, get another card for my mum’s birthday, which I posted the other day so it’s not pictured.

Then, of course, there’s the notebook! If you know me, you know I can’t resist a good notebook. I have loads of them. I use loads of them. You can’t go wrong with a notebook. This was made in collaboration with Urban Outfitters, is quarterbound, and is kinda hefty – it’s not one you’d want to take lugging around everywhere. What I found cool about this one, though, is that the inside pages alternate blank and lined.

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So that’s everything I got this time around – you can check out the last Ohh Deer haul I did here, and please excuse my not all that great photography… these were taken on my phone in my uni room, so no fancy lighting or marble surfaces here… But I would definitely recommend checking Ohh Deer out – they do homeware, gifts and clothing as well and all of it is amazing.

Katy x

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Disclaimer: all of these were bought with my own money, and opinions are my own.

Things Nobody Tells You About University

Number one: washing machines are so damn expensive it’s probably the main reason I’m broke.


There’s a lot of stuff out there to help you transition into university life, and to give you a general idea of what to expect when you arrive at uni for the first time. You’ll hear about time management, and that it’s okay to not make friends immediately (which is true, of course), and you’ll probably hear about the price of cheese.

But there’s definitely a few things that slip through the net. Like the prices of washing machines. I get that the stereotype of lugging your washing home every weekend has been around for a while, but usually I always saw it in the context of laziness and getting your mum to do it for you. And then I found out my washing machines cost £3 per wash. THREE WHOLE POUNDS. That’s more than a block of cheese!

Here’s some other things that nobody tells you about uni life (or that they never told me, at any rate).

You may be walking into the same shop, but don’t expect the same stock. Even in the same square mile. 

This goes for, in my experiences, Tesco Express in particular. There are three Express stores dotted along my typical route: behind my flat, by the guild half way across campus, and one on the other side of campus. Do they sell the same things? HELL NO. The one behind my flat is great if you want vegetables and cupboard things, maybe a few fresh dinner/dessert things. The one by the guild is great for fast frozen dinners and junk food, and the one across campus is great for everything lunch and snack-related.

Why, you ask? I have a theory. The first is under a load of student flats, the second is pretty central on campus so is great when you’re rushing home late, and the third is by the library – the place where snacks are the only thing that motivate you to finish your coursework.

The further away from the library you live, the more you’re likely to renew your books over and over. Even when you’re done with them.

I wouldn’t call it laziness, per se, more a combination of forgetting to take them with you when you leave the flat, and crumbling at the prospect of lugging 15 500-page textbooks a mile across campus. On the other hand, however…

You’ll probably end up forcing yourself to go to the library at 10pm so you don’t get a late fee.

Some inconsiderate person will have reserved the book you’ve not opened in the last six weeks, and you only remember this as you stare longingly at your bed in the evening, having finally closed your laptop. You’ll be so stingy by this point that you make the trip no matter how hard it’s raining outside. (I actually did this once, and it was raining VERY hard. I may or may not have persuaded a friend to meet me there with chocolate as an incentive for me to go. She’s a good friend.)

Do not underestimate how easy it is to go days (and sometimes weeks) without encountering your flatmates.

All the TV shows may suggest that the people you live with in first year will turn out to be your best buddies. In reality, it could go either way. I could count on two hands the amount of times I’ve run into one of my flatmates, and that’s over a period of almost eight months. I see the others somewhat more often, but… We all study completely different things, have completely different schedules and completely different sleeping patterns. Some flats just don’t click.

 

But, no matter what weirdness, inconvenience, and unwillingness to spend money you may encounter, you’ll miss it every time you leave for the holidays.

Katy x

Like A Dream

Sometimes I feel like as my university life and my home life are so far removed from each other, that whenever I’m at one, the other feels like a dream.

Especially university. At Christmas I thought that if it wasn’t for social media, I’d not quite be able to believe that it was real. I’ve been home for two weeks and I’m slightly more aware of the reality of university this time, but it feels distinctly weird knowing that when I go back, I’ll only have six weeks before I’m home for the summer.

Is that weird? I mean, during the semesters I’ve not actually visited home. My parents have only visited once, back in October. I think it’s hard to conceive of both lives at the same time, because it does feel like two different lives – the one where I’m an independent-living degree student who goes to the gym and has lectures and lives up north… And the one where I’m living at home, feeling a bit aimless, under the watch of my parents.

I wonder if this is a common feeling. I mean, it is a weird thing, having half your possessions in one place and half somewhere hundreds of miles away. Having double the amount of toiletries so that you don’t have to cart them back and forth, you can just have one set there and one here. Having two places of residence with two different social circles and occupations.

Also, it’s true what they say – coming back feels far more weird than leaving ever does. If you don’t visit home all that frequently (or at all, in my case) for three months at a time, you get used to it. To be thrust back into the life you had before, for anywhere between three weeks and three months, is very strange.

That’s partially why I’m quite glad for the work I’ve got to do for uni. It’s like a reminder that I am actually achieving something, and I’m not just aimlessly in the same place I’ve always been. Not to mention that I do honestly enjoy my degree – it may be tough work, but it’s work that I find interesting. For the most part, the assignments I have are ones I like.

Let me know below if you’ve experienced anything similar – if you’re familiar with the feeling of this double life… And, finally, please go follow me on my socials!

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Katy x