Observations of a Third Year Student

So it’s been a while since my last post, let me catch you up:

I was robbed of any sort of new years celebrations by our well known friend the norovirus (lucky me ey?). Since recovering I’ve returned to my student home to start my last term at university. My uncle decided the day I returned home was the perfect day to break my precious blackberry so I have spent nearly two weeks substituting sms with emails.

Why is it when your phone is broken all anyone wants to talk about is how they can’t live without their phone? … very supportive.

I decided to do the unthinkable and not to use the replacement phone I was offered. Mainly because I wanted to explore the shocking level of dependancy I have developed on this singular piece of technology. I promise you if I hadn’t bought an ipad at christmas my world would of ended without my phone. The main problems I had revolved around alarm clocks, texts and phone calls and not being able to use ANY of them. In the end I concluded that not having a phone was more of an inconvenience than the initial tragedy I expected it to be (as long as you have a tablet device!). To my credit (and apples) I survived my experience though I can’t say I did it without complaining.

I wish I could pin point when exactly in my life I became technology dependant. I can still remember coming home from primary school and my mum showing me the brand new computer she’d bought. This massive chunky grey thing that ran windows98 and took forever to boot up is now a distant memory as I sit here typing away on my laptop snug in my bed.

I’m only 21 but in my life time I’ve owned 6 different mobile phones, 5 computers /laptops, 5 game consoles, 4 mp3 players, 4 cameras, 3 video cameras, 2 TV’s and 1 iPad! Thats nearly as much technology as my granddad has owned in his 84years on earth!

To be perfectly honest I’m not sure if that list confirms my dependancy on technology or just demonstrates that my mum obviously really, really loves me. Either way, its a far cry from the things my granddad had by the time he was my age. Even my mum didn’t have half of those things. I dread to think what any child of mine will of acquired by the time they’re 21! 

Well, after contemplating that and safely scaring the crap out of myself I think its time for some dissertation work…

Hello!

Seen as this is a first post I guess it’s only right and proper that I introduce myself and some sort of general ‘this and that’ regarding my everyday life …

I’m Abby, a 21 year old student born and bred in the north west of England (a wonderful and beautiful place -which I hope to prove through my photography). I’ve always loved films, ever since I was small. My mum bought a camcorder to record our holidays with when I was about 10yrs old which I confiscated from her in a bid to start my creative journey by making adverts for coats that cost 99p, documentaries about builders working on our house and drama’s which were just me and my friend dressed up filming the games we were playing in my room. I was the child hanging out of their bedroom window using a karaoke machine to broadcast their own radio show to the street, handing out prizes to kids passing by using the microphone to lower the bag of gifts and reel it back up again. Over all - very quite and not any trouble for my mother at all …

Now I’m grown up, and although I no longer run my (very popular) childhood karaoke radio show, playing with cameras is something that has stayed with me. I am now in my final year of my Film and Television Production degree, I live in a student house with my two wonderful if not slightly odd course mates: Colt and Shaun. They’re both fantastic and rest assured our house is never short of laughs: such as the time Colt locked me in the front room and I had to be rescued by the fire-brigade or when he decided to leave all 8 pages from slender in random parts of the house or the time I drew a naked woman on Shaun’s forearm and let him go into uni with it still on the next day… it’s the little things really.

With 2013 looming over me I felt that now was a great time to start a blog and maybe even stick to something, unlike my diary which is not only covered in disney princesses but hasn’t been touched since I was about 13.

Thats all for this short introduction to my life, I hope it you enjoyed it and that it made you smile a bit. Stay tuned to see how long I stick at it this time!

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