My nose is cold, my feet a numb and my hands are finding it difficult to write this. Winter has well and truly arrived. Like many Brits, I am one of those who turns hysterical as soon as the first flake of snow falls on the floor - usually out of excitement. However, I feel it’s a little too late. A month earlier and Christmas may have felt even more Christmassy than it was.
It feels good being back in Lincoln! Yesterday was my first lecture, but seen as how the tutor failed to show, it meant an obvious Starbucks trip was in order. My first workshop of 2013 did go ahead; The Journalist on Screen. I was probably a bit optimistic to be hoping for The Devil Wears Prada, Confessions of a Shopaholic and Sex and The City. Saying that, our first film was The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets Nest which was surprisingly good. I’m thinking I’ll pop the reviews up on here once my tutor has looked at them. Films about journalists really are quite good, even if it isn’t Sex and the City.
Speaking of films, I saw Les Miserables on Monday and oh my word, it’s one of the best films I have ever seen. Having seen the musical in summer last year I was sceptical as to whether it could live up to the stage version. But it did, and them some. It’s definitely going to be the film of the year, everyone is talking about it and singing the songs… You just have to go! Oh, and if you leave and don’t feel compelled to learn every song, lyric by lyric, there is something extremely wrong with you.
Possibly the best thing about being back in Cathedral City is seeing everyone. A lot of my family and friends back home have said how much I’m going to miss Lincoln once I graduate. I don’t see it that way. Instead, I know I’ll miss all the amazing people I’ve met and Lincoln just won’t be the same without them.
If you’ve never been to Lincoln before, you have to visit. Seriously. It looks stunning in the summer, with an array of restaurants that sit along the Brayford (big river thing), the quirky shops and beautiful architecture. Despite some city’s which look ugly in the winter, Lincoln is the complete opposite. It takes on another life of its own.
I should be thankful I live in one of the best cities in the world. At least in my eyes anyway.
The majority of people who know me have the understanding that sport is something that really doesn’t interest me, but all that has changed since Friday. After Mary Poppins flew in to defeat Voldemort I was sold. If Mary’s a part of it, maybe Olympics was something I might be something that I could enjoy after all, and I’ve gone above and beyond! My new discovered loves include: Swimming, Diving, Fencing, Weight Lifting, Gymnastics, Equestrian, (Beach) Volleyball and of course tennis! 
To think it was seven years ago since London and the rest of the UK found out we were hosting the Olympic games, and now it’s here. Wasn’t the opening ceremony just pure genius? Mary Poppins, James Bond, Mr Bean and The Queen, anyone would think I’d had some input. 
The imagination is a powerful tool, it is what artists use to create art, musicians to make music and writers to well, write. For some, there are those who are lucky enough to make money from their vivid imaginations.
