Although it Remains ‘Unconfirmed’, Signs Point to Me Being An Awesome Person

To You,

Just a brief little list of things I wish to present to you at this moment:

1. I’m Canadian. I always like to start with this because it resonates my awesomeness. πŸ˜‰

2. I have studied in two different countries apart from my own.

3. I moved to the Indiana, USA when I was 18 to pursue my Bachelors in Athletic Training. Indiana was a state that I probably could not have located on a map beforehand. I thought Texas was within relative proximity to Florida. Yes, I am a dunce.

4. I moved to London, UK when I was 19 on my lonesome to take time to avoid the mundane academic curriculum.

5. I moved back to Indiana to officially seek out my Bachelor’s degree in 2007.

6. I enrolled in the Fine Arts Photography program at my university in 2008.

7. Up until 2008 I had never seen a darkroom before. Nor did I know the names of any credible artists in the photography field.

8. I graduated with my Bachelor in Fine Arts Photography being recognized as a top 5 in my class by professors.

9. I applied to 3 schools in England for my Master’s degree.

10. I got accepted into 2 programs at my top choice, Durham University.

11. Being the idiot that I am, I accepted a position in the MA in International Studies program in Durham’s prestigious School of Government and International Affairs department.

12. I’m an idiot because I had never taken a course in politics in my life. I avoided it in high school, and had never read Marxist theory nor any other political theory up to my first week of classes in a Master’s program.

13. Twice in my life I have pursued degrees of which I had next to no experience in. Seriously. No exaggeration. Really no knowledge at all.

14. Pursuing studies in political theory at Durham University was one of the most difficult challenges I have taken on.

15. You should also know that I’m not a natural ‘book smart’ individual. I merely have an interest to push my brain to ‘know’.

16. I sometimes use words not fully knowing what they mean, but because I like the sound of them. See. Not book smart.

17. I have a Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Emma Bear Tugboat Ein Son. I just thought that was worth noting.

18. Although unconfirmed, I have received my dissertation mark and I will soon be awarded with my Master of Arts in International Studies from Durham University, and no one will ever truly understand how mentally demanding the past few years of my life have been and thus how truly proud of myself that I am.

19. I can pinpoint Texas AND Florida on a map correctly. And Indiana. I’ve come a long way. πŸ™‚

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo


To Perma-Artistify, or Not? La Question de Mystere Pour Ce Soir (and a class photo “I Spy” challenge)

To you,

I sit tonight in my flat, checkered button-up, skinnies, and knitted vesty, in front of my faux fire-place amongst a pile of papers, mags, shoes, and tea cups. The air above is chilled as for some odd reason the radiators have not kicked on. Laundry needs to be folded, things need to be tidied. With it being my first day off this week, and my only day off for the following, I have been sitting amongst a variety of thoughts, each lingering possibilities unknown and mysteries uncertain. From essay topics, to letters, to art projects, to struggling endeavours of the heart-felt and professionally inquisitive kind, I am sitting on a heap of enquiries.

In relation to this blog post’s title, yes, I have again started to linger upon the question of permanent artistry done to the human body. A.K.A – tattoos and piercings. I think, yes quite possibly, I am ready to embark on said actions. Not merely to follow a trend – although let’s admit, that cannot be avoided entirely – but I’ve always wanted a tattoo, have just not come up with the engravings as to which I would ‘artistify’ my body with. Yes, I am taking that step in making up words again to explain my thoughts. In regards to piercings – I have never been pricked with the needle of a piercing artist, and have never truly wanted to. But tonight I thought, hmm, why not? Nothing huge, nor heavy, just a hole punched in my face. Sounds awesome, right?! Not ear lobes – I like my ear lobes soft, smooth, and pure. Perhaps nose? or eyebrow? Or perhaps nose to eyebrow chain? Okay, so not serious on that last one. I’m leaning nose, just something small on either of the sides. My only question which shows my naivety in the matter – when you have a cold or allergies, how do you blow your nose without ripping the interior walls of the nasal area?? πŸ™‚

For the tattoo – a much more serious game than the prior. A piercing can easily be removed, whilst leaving a small scar of sorts, but nothing obstructive. A tattoo however – well its permanency is something of which intrigues me and deters me simultaneously. And the decisions are endless – where? what? symbol? text? colour? black? size? significance? I have been thinking about this tonight, and have some ideas in mind. I would love to go about this with the standard and somewhat douchey approach being “Go Huge! Or Go Home!” but alas, I think not. I love sleeves and half-sleeves, but perhaps quite a lot for the apprehensive. Hands, I quite enjoy especially when included within the cultural context of such. Shoulder blade I like as a blank plate for simplicity – almost like carving text into a stone slate. Neck, possibly, but would have to fit into context for me.

So apparently this is what creeps into my mind when I have the time to do so – I’m quite at peace right now – some worries, but I’m okay with that. And you know what – its thoughts like these that remind me that this is just me. I’m weird and at times extreme, but still rational and chill. I love to engage in adventures such as bungee jumping and sky diving, but I like to sit inside on a Saturday night with a cup of tea and an art mag; I love to travel and get lost, and run after trains and planes before they depart without me, but I also like to walk the hidden paths amongst the breeze off the sea and the grass the most luscious of greens; I love to snowboard, long board, and blade, but I also adore tennis, basketball, soccer/football, and squash. Do I want a motorcycle license? Yes. Do I like going to the shooting range? Sure do. Do I also like staying in and eating toast? Absolutely. I’m an odd ball, and you know why? Because my mama raised me right. πŸ™‚

Any tips or thoughts on the above, send ’em my way!

Peace and love.

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

p.s – and as promised, here is my ‘class’/college photo. I’m holding it a bit back from the camera, but if you cannot guess which one is me even from an obscured angle, well then, you need to get to know me and my reputation better. πŸ˜‰

I spy with my little eye... something that stands out from the others.....

I Have Returned From Whence I Came. Well, Not Really, but I Was Hoping for Some Kind of Dramatic Proclamation of My Blogging Return.

To you,

Yes, I have been rather rubbish at writing for the past couple of weeks. For many different reasons I took a slight hiatus from the blogging-sphere, and now with the assistance of returned power to my lovely MacBook Pro, I am briefly here to proclaim a continuing existence on this little diddy.

Reasons for my hiatus: well, they vary somewhat. From the emotional and mental to the electrical, my oh my what a tale of such woes and fury these thoughts could dispel. Okay, not as such, but what a great description for my futuristic romance novel debut if I ever decide to choose that authorship path in life, eh? In all honesty, there were emotional, mental, and electrical dysfunctions of sorts but none so woeful and filled with fury. I have been having some on and off bits of stress and worry causing my moods to hit a rather low slum. I obviously miss those back home, but there are some definite significant kinks in my situation of which make living so far away that much harder. I’m still kicking though! Also, the battle of landing employment on this side of the pond has been rather frustrating, to say the absolute least. I have lived the past four years only being able to work a legal set amount of 20hrs/week as an International student in the U.S. and now here, I am fully legal to work whatever I can manage. And I have not been able to find anything past 20hrs/week. Having struggled for the past month being here without working – it truly has driven me mad some days – I have now found a ‘Casual’ position within catering at Durham University which is providing me with substantial wages to live. And when I say ‘live’ I by no means mean food, coffee, mobile phone bill (although that’s probably the least of the three). I of course mean rent, and rent alone. So I can live indoors, but I’ll be skin and bones. πŸ™‚ I am rather pleased to have found work though finally, because the few of you of whom I’ve spoken to most definitely know that my mood has suffered. So to those few, I will send you my employer’s address and you can mail him a letter thanking him for my halt in depressing phone calls and messages πŸ˜‰ .

In addition to said employment, I have also landed a week’s long gig of which I am extremely enthused with. I managed to secure a position as a Project Apprentice with the upcoming Lumiere Festival, which is a huge light-based art event in Durham. With local, national, and international artists collaborating and creating numerous light installations throughout the city, it is organized by a creative projects team from London and I’ll be working with them while they’re in the city. It also includes numerous workshops which will give further insight into what working within artistic related events on the grand scale entails. This apprenticeship alone pays almost a month’s work at my other job, so I’ll be banking a decent penny and working with people within the arts sector. Big air high fives all around!!

Apart from my employment updates, school is going well – the readings are still somewhat foreign to me and I’m having some difficulty with the fact that I am so academically behind these young grad students, having never studied European political history, or any political history for that matter. I’m indulging in some academic lectures of which I’m enjoying, such as the David Miliband lecture, and the lecture with the head of the Human Rights UK. More are approaching next week regarding the Arab Spring and other relative matters.

Having mentioned this to others, and possibly within my writings as well, I feel as though this was the year of all years thus far where me living on my own has been the right move. I’ve always wanted to experience living on my own, but have never had the financial means or opportunity to do so. It’s still a stretch here regarding finances, but I’m managing. I’ve definitely hit emotional and mental realizations in reference to the healing processes of which I’ve never given myself the time to ponder over in regards to numerous occasions tracing all the way back to Purdue (2003) and possibly even prior. I feel like my mind is slowly realizing that I have no roadblocks in making my way through the healing process – no roommates, flatmates, awkward unannounced interruptions, etc. I’ve a schedule, and I’ve my own space and time. Its been most definitely difficult the past couple of weeks, in trying to sort out my post-postgraduate plans because there is so much I want to start experiencing without hesitation, but unfortunately many of my dreams take place in numerous varying locations, and do not correlate with the others. Its been a struggle, and quite a significant one causing many days of feeling quite grey.. neither here, nor there. And as I mentioned, I have very significant things of which mean the most dearest of all my experiences right now and it can be very challenging to experience said things with my current set of events, a.k.a studying in Durham. I hate to be one of those people, but yes, I am sadly and pathetically complaining and crying over all the wonderful things occurring in my life right now. Go on. Looooaaaathe me. But to be quite honest, I think I am coming to realize and witness the surfacing of much hurt and pain that I’ve experienced over the past many years, which is refreshing to see it come to light, but not quite an assisting factor with all other stress occurring in the present! Oh well, one can’t control everything… or at least I haven’t discovered how to do so just yet..!

So that’s me right now. Part-time employed. Fantastic opportunity coming up in the next couple of weeks within the arts sector. Financing the dream of living indoors. And spending such a dream moping in said indoor space. Oh, and I’ve mailed out a bunch of letters, and more will be sent in the next few days. Watch those mailboxes people. I’ve yet to create my postcards, so you’ll have to settle for the even more old school letter writing. Pen and paper. My two most loved tools πŸ™‚

To add a brief catch-up to the not-so-brief tale of my woes and sorrows, here’s my latest timeline to catch you up even further!
Oct. 14 – Oliver (bruvah) and Georgina (pesty bestie) came to Durham in two separate yet highly coincidental visits
Oct. 17 – interviewed for Lumiere Festival, and received an offer πŸ™‚
Oct. 19 – Human Rights UK lecture (awesome awesome awesome)
Oct. 21 – went to Baltic Contemporary Art Centre for the Turner Prize exhibit in Newcastle
Oct. 21 – David Miliband lecture (fantastical)
Oct. 28 – did some temp work in a kitchen and was oddly offered a catering/front of house position literally as I stepped in the door
Oct. 29 – went to London for Oliver’s 29th birthday shindig
Oct. 30 – mysteriously misplaced my laptop charger in Oliver’s apartment only for it to be found after I had returned to Durham, therefore eliminating all computer usage until today
Oct. 31 – started my new job
Nov. 1 – discovered a small contemporary gallery in Durham which was to open an exhibit from the Tamarind Institute in New Mexico featuring one of my fave printmakers, Jim Dine’s pieces
Nov. 4 – my grand return to this blog thing, and my first night working a Durham formal dinner
Tomorrow – I shall longboard my way to the gallery to gaze at the Lithography featured pieces and attend a lecture from some art folk from London and abroad
Nov. 14 – 21st – Lumiere Festival and Apprenticeship take place
Dec. 7 – completion of the Michaelmas Term
Winter Hols – ???xoxoxoxox????

That’s me. How’s you?

Peace & love,

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

It’s Been a Long Week. Here Are Some Pics In Lieu of Words For Now.

Β Durham City from Wharton Park

Durham City from Wharton Park

A 6-year gap reunion!

Best friends since the mid-90's, we met up after 6-years of no visits :o) Now, she in Oxford, me in Durham, and not an ounce of cool between us.

Out for lunch in Durham with Oliver

Out for lunch in Durham with Oliver

Out for lunch in Durham with Oliver

Out for lunch in Durham with Oliver

Durham City Market

Durham City Market

Durham Food Festival

Durham Food Festival

Durham Food Festival

Paella... lots and lots of Paella

Baltic Contemporary Art Centre - Turner Prize Exhibition

Baltic Contemporary Art Centre - Turner Prize Exhibition

A brief note To You,

As mentioned, its been a long week. From last Saturday to today, what has occurred is the following: a weekend visit from my brother simultaneously added with a rendez-vous between best friends whom hadn’t seen each other in over six years also referred to as the Epic Reunion of Ariana (me) and Karazlactim (G); 2 full days working on my feet for the Durham University Careers Fair; 2 days of modules; 3 job interviews with 1 offer and 2 call-backs; a trip to Newcastle to apply for my National Insurance Number and a check-in at the Turner Prize 2011 exhibitions; a lecture through my department with David Mepham, the Director for Human Rights in the United Kingdom; and a lecture with David Miliband, MP for South Shields. Brilliant week, but a long one. Hope the photos suffice for now as I must run, because I’ve a bun in the oven – literally.. I’m baking bread as we speak… the metaphoric translation would make this a rather busy week with loads more gossip to share than I care for at the moment.


Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

A Brief Post Before a Lengthier One

To you,

I sit as I type in my little coffee shop overlooking the narrow North Road, one of which gets heavily trafficked with pedestrians roaming from high street shops to grocery stores. It’s quite a nice mix of things – on the end to my right, Top Shop; on the end to my left, a small hidden shop called Treats and the city market. In front of me, Marks & Spencer (the slightly higher, yet equivalent comparison to Meijer).

I just walked back from the IAS – Institute of Advanced Study – within the Palace Green to attend a seminar titled “Will Evolutionary Medicine Change our Understanding of Disease?” by a visiting fellow, Fabio Zampieri. I walked into the room thinking it would be of lecture-type standings, and instead found myself sitting in a circle with an audience of PhD candidates within evolution, sociology, and epistemology studies, as well as established professors within such related fields as well. And then there sat me πŸ™‚ I very much stood out amongst the 10 people whom packed the room, as A) there were only 3 other females, and B) let us just say my innocent nature preceded me just slightly..! I actually enjoyed myself, however, as it felt like an art critique and introduction into the world of heavily armed PhD studies and conversation. I approached each argument, well, silently, but in my mind as fuel for critical thought within my own conceptual ideal of thinking and developing further thought on a subject matter. I was well out-of-place, but I rather enjoyed that!

Anyways this week is very hectic and overloaded with thought it seems. So I won’t divulge my up and coming post just yet which revolves around a highly anticipated weekend past πŸ™‚

To end here, I will post a song of which I’ve been thinking about for the past couple of days and have not been able to lay my head on the title or artist, but coincidentally just heard it play over the stereo system in this quaint Cafe Nero coffee-house – actually a chain here in England, but in Durham it feels quite nice and intimate.

Peace, love, and a happy Monday to you!

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

Shoelaces untied
You can dry your eyes
Perfect shadows lie
Behind us
This is the day i make you mine

The way your hair lies
sometimes unrecognized
All the way from these today on a train
Nothing to say but there’s still time

But you are the one
I’ve been waiting for today
And here comes the sun
It’s been beating more today

Lately I’ve lost my tongue
Today you found my song
I know our love has grown
Well I thank God u came along

But you are the one
I’ve been waiting for today
And here comes the sun
It’s been beating more today

You looked right through me
When there was no one else
I sat beside you and became myself
Today… today

You are the one
I’ve been waiting for today
And here comes the sun
It’s been beating more today

From Art Student to International Affairs Student, the Question Lies: Why did I do this to myself?

To you,

Classes/Modules have officially commenced and my, does it take some getting used to. I’m feeling at least somewhat reassuredΒ  concerning my new grade of being a Masters student. In all honesty, I never even considered doing a postgraduate programme until last summer, and from there I somehow ended up with the interest to apply to programmes completely outside of my field being that of fine arts. I’m not really sure as to how I arrived here in the School of Government and International Affairs, but I am rather enthused with the new challenges ahead of me. To begin, my reading list. People warn you about the excess reading of which differs from a rather light load that one becomes accustomed to in their undergraduate studies, but no one was able to warn me that I would have no idea as to what I was reading. I’ve been reading art history and art theory for the past 3 years, and a good level of it, but by no means overwhelming. And now, I’m catching up on the light reads of Talal Asad’s views on the influence of European and North American practices in regards to the political formations of secularism, and the ever so whimsical talks of globalization within social science contexts by Arturo Escobar. I thought Roland Barthes and the Camera Lucida were challenging reads – at least I knew the subject matter! It’s all daunting to say the least, but I think I’ll get the hang of it. Thus far my reading list has exceeded the amount of hours in a day, and it is most definitely one of my biggest transitions to make from my undergraduate studies of fine arts and studio practice to my postgraduate degree of politics, religion, and globalization. On Monday afternoon, I ventured to my College’s (The Castle) M.C.R or fully know as the Middle Common Room, a space allocated for postgraduate members of the College only, to try and do some reading before realizing I was in desperate need of a latte and so headed to Cafe Nero to continue on. I think I’ll end up doing this often, because coffee is my friend.

My weekly reading list for week 2

My weekly reading list for week 2

When I went to the book store to purchase some supplies for school, I realized that I was no longer doing just that – there were no ‘supplies’ to purchase. Just books, and some notebooks. I’ve also come to realize the true training of art school of which it has provided many talents. Thanks to my semesters of hauling the little drawing and paint toolbox and the massive drawing portfolio whilst the winds blew the portfolio like a kite waiting to take sail as you tried to walk from one side of the street to the other without A) losing your portfolio to the wind gods, and B) without ending up with car bumper indentations all over your body. I’ve now realized the reason for why these classes were necessary, because now I can carry my school bag flung over my shoulder, whilst carrying bundles of groceries spanning across my torso appendages, while walking up a hill to then fiddle with your keys to open your ancient British door to your home. Thank you, Drawing 101. Thank YOU. But in all seriousness, its an odd feeling. I’m not going to lie, after purchasing my school books and stationary (sounds boring to you, but I LOVE stationary shops!), I bought a box of fatty crayons and markers. I refused to conform to my new ‘supplies’ list of which normal postgraduate students require. I need crayons, dammit!

Going back to the schedule adjustment. I feel as though no one prepared me for the way schools such as Durham University manage their syllabi. My Michaelmas Term (October – December) consists of this scheduling outline:

MONDAY – Zippo.
TUESDAY – Research Methods and Dissertation Production, 11AM-12PM (first 3 weeks only); on occasion, International Systems Seminar
THURSDAY – Religion and Globalization (alternates between 2 hour lectures and 1 hour tutorials) 11AM-1PM; International Systems Lecture 1PM-2PM; Religion, Ethnicity and Otherness (Modern Languages and Cultures department) 4pm-6pm
FRIDAY – Zilch.

And there you have it. Three whole days off. No classes before 11AM. No evening courses. Mind you, this time will be heavily filled with my course readings, and essay prep. When the Michaelmas Term has finished, I am off until January 16th when I commence the Epiphany Term which continues through to mid March. After this, I am pretty much done. My dissertation is due September 7th and I’ll return the following summer to graduate with my Masters Degree. Part of my reasoning for choosing Durham was due to their scheduling differences to North America. I actually enjoy the intensity, but as I mentioned earlier, it is highly confusing.

Anyways, I’ll end here. Because. Well. I told you. I have a sh*t load of readings to decipher.

Hope all is well, and I look forward to writing again soon :o)

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! I Be-ith Matriculated! (However An English Major, I am not)

To you,

So today was the day of all things formal and official. I started my day off lovely lovely πŸ™‚ After some tea and breakie, I ventured to the Sports Fair where I signed up to learn about a few of the clubs and societies – all very exciting as I am a nerd and wanting to get involved wherever I am able to. After such business, I came back to me flat and got all gussied up for the official Durham Postgraduate Matriculation Ceremony, something of which being from North America, I am very unfamiliar with. At 12:15PM I walked down and up the cobble stone roads (please don’t think this would deter me from wearing my 3″ heels) over to the Castle where a few members were gathered in the M.C.R (Middle Common Room) and there I collected my black gown to wear for the ceremony. After chit chatting, we walked through to the courtyard with winds diminishing everyone’s appearance as neatly pleated dresses became creased, and carefully set hair-dos became tangled manes. Eventually, we lined up together and were setup on the Castle’s steps where our photo was taken as the official 2011 Postgraduate entries within the University College membership. Shortly afterwards, we all marched into the Cathedral, something of which is a grand sight in itself. Reputed as one of the greatest cathedral’s in the world, it did live up to the standard such a title would hold. As I was seated, I was amazed at the size of the Postgraduate class of Durham’s student population, as we easily filled the Cathedral. The Castle’s graduate student population was in itself at around 150 students, which is their largest class yet. Quite impressive, really.

All in all, I think today was a true introduction as to the culture and atmosphere of Durham University. Something of which I am highly appreciative of is the tradition of community supported organizations. For instance, when I use the term ‘College’, this basically is an organization of sorts of which you have chosen to be affiliated with as a permanent member. You have access to this building’s societies, facilities, and events, and are joined by undergraduates and postgraduates of all departments. Durham, Cambridge, and Oxford are traditionally known for these types of settings, and I actually really enjoy it! Not only am I a member of the Castle (yes, it is an actual Castle), but I can affiliate myself with students of all study backgrounds rather than just my department of Government and International Affairs. In addition to being introduced to the College setting, the Matriculation Ceremony in itself is highly formal. All the men wore suits and ties, and the ladies, dresses and blouses. The Deans of the Cathedral and of the University made speeches, and as the ceremony ended, it was officially announced that “the postgraduate Matriculation ceremony of 2011 has concluded.” Again, the Matriculation tradition is mainly known through Cambridge, Oxford, and Durham universities being the three oldest universities in the United Kingdom, and all holding very high standards. Coming from North America, this was definitely an eye-opener and wonderful cultural introduction to the history of the area and university itself. In the evening, a nice dinner Social was held at the Castle of which I ate, drank some juice, and stood wide-eyed at the ancient structure of the rooms and hallways.

So there you have it – no trips, a few giggles, and my seat almost collapsing underneath of me during the ceremony. Oh, and a slight choking on my food at dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary for me, really! Tomorrow, I get to ask a few questions regarding registration and perhaps attend some athletics in the evening time. Will update again shortly, but for tonight I am spent! A full day of official Postgraduate events has got me knackered out!

Night night!

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

Poised and Confused. And Grinning Like a Dunce.

To you,

Today I was officially introduced to the Durham University Campus. Another alarm at 7:00AM this morning to get my day started. For breakfast – 3 Wheatabix bricks, 2 pieces of toast with Nutella, and a cup of tea smoothed out with a touch of milk. Then at 8:45AM I was out the door, and walking through the city marketplace, through the narrow cobble stoned streets, and then followed the solid tide of fellow Durham newbies through campus to the lecture hall. At 9:15AM, I was in my seat sitting amongst fellow Master of Art students within the School of Government and International Affairs and being introduced to the department heads.

I sat there with an assured smile, for what I’d come to realize is how comfortable, and at peace I am… with the fact that I am almost always utterly lost, confused, and really having no clue as to what I’m doing. I felt at home. Relaxed. Ahhhhh, normalcy. Most people would be worried. Scared, even. No, not me. I embrace it. My smile was a “Wow. I most certainly don’t have a f*cking clue. But I am excited” smile. Yep. Haven’t changed a bit. πŸ™‚

My terms – confusing. My schedule – undiscovered science. My excitement – frighteningly giddy. The department heads all seem rather sweet, passionate, and helpful. I think that’s something about the Master’s programme in general that I find myself enjoying – the interest in students and getting to know them.

Following the lecture in the morning and a two hour lunch break, we toured the library and met the resource staff. The SGIA resource librarian seemed a nice man, small, and greeted us with a wide eyed smile and very enthusiastic wave. I almost returned with a similar wave, but figured the staff and students would think me mocking him.

But yes, from 9AM through 4:30PM I was being introduced to the next year of my life. And I still have no clue as to what that entails. But who doesn’t love a mystery, eh?!

Tomorrow, things become official. At 2:00PM I have my Matriculation ceremony at the historic Cathedral in the Palace Green, which basically means an official welcoming of being a Master’s student at Durham University. We wear black robes, formal attire, and march through the cathedral with our affiliated Colleges, of which mine is the Castle. I’m sure I will have stories to tell tomorrow post-ceremony. Probably of me tripping, or laughing inappropriately. Ya know – the norm. πŸ™‚

Until then – good night!

Love from, Vic Louise xoxoxo

Ready. Set. Go!


Welcome to “Love From Vic Louise,” a blog of which I’ve created to help document and share these upcoming 12 months with you, and in all honesty keep records for myself. Having just arrived in London, UK with 2 rolling suitcases, a large backpacker’s knapsack, a fully packed laptop bag, and a heavily padded longboard, I have officially begun my next adventure of attending Durham University as a postgraduate student in the Master of Arts in International Studies programme. With one week in London to buffer my upcoming academic year in a field of which I have never once studied, however have always been inspired by, I hope to share with you my trials and tribulations of going through a year of brand new experiences. After four years of trying to figure out my desired place in life, I impulsively came to the hurried decision to approach my next steps with a “Now or Never” stance. My life has changed quite rapidly, and although so rapidly, very much happily. And these next steps will only add to these changes. I am studying a field of which I have no academic experience – a graduated Fine Arts student, I somehow convinced the faculty of Durham University that I could study politics and foreign studies in their world class programme! I will be living alone in my own flat, something of which I have never done and have always wanted the opportunity to do. And I am studying at a university of which four years ago I would have never had the courage to even apply to due to its top academic and historic reputation. Lots of changes, loads of excitement, and a shit ton of fear! What adventures are made of! (insert about-to-vomit emoticon)

So anyways, please join me in my quests, and always feel free to suggest ideas! I am an art student at heart, and will be continuing such endeavours within and outside of this blog. (More details to come)

Speak again soon!

Love From Vic Louise xoxo