7/25/2013 | 0 comments | offline
(Following on from Appy.)
Here are my responses to the feedback.
Tester had problems logging in, this was probably due to my updating the app however I understood the login function was not clear. I put in another icon, so one is clearly login and the other is home. Once logged in, you need to click the home icon because I don't have the skill to redirect you. Sorry!
Again, I'm unable to put in a view your own profile or update your own journal function. This is due to unique URLs and technical ineptitude.
I should be able to get a new phone today, so I can test the final three functions. I get the feeling they may have some teething problems (a root canal, more like).
Thanks again to my testers, you really helped me in the absence of an internet-enabled phone.
7/24/2013 | 0 comments | offline
Welcome to my blog. I'd like to be considered for the scholarship, as you can see my blog is chaotic. I've been blogging on and off since my teens, despite this I feel as though I've never truly found my voice. I hope you'll be able to help me.
I'll start with a little bit about me.
I'm a girl who wears funny slippers and likes to jump on my bed. I feel like I never really grew up, I just left my small town home and wandered from place to place. I moved to Brighton with my husband, that's where our adventure took an unexpected turn.
My husband went to university and I went through dozens of temping jobs. We lived off my wages and our savings. My husband was always top of his class, I was so proud. I missed doing fun things with him because he was studying so hard. My loneliness made me learn more about myself.
I made some new friends, but my mind drifted back to my home life. My husband was in his university bubble, he'd wake me in the early hours of the morning when he came to bed and he'd tell me about a theory he read. Before long, I was thinking about politics every hour of every day. I suddenly knew what I was passionate about... but I still couldn't find my voice.
Knowing what I was passionate about made my thirties exciting. I applied for a job in a college, it was superfun. After realising I was being paid less than the men on my team I negotiated a payrise for myself. I joined the workplace union. When I told my union steward about my pay rise he suggested I become the Equality Rep. I got to travel to conventions/meetings and take part in debates. I was even given the opportunity to do training to improve on my skills. With the extra money from my payrise I went on day trips to the Netherlands and Belgium.
I suddenly realised my husband was not taking part in any of my enjoyable life experiences. I used to be nervous doing things on my own, but now I wasn't afraid. However, I had to make a heartbreaking decision. My husband was offered a new job and I could see that we both wanted different things out of life. I couldn't bring myself to talk about the split, but I felt comforted by my friends.
Nothing went to plan after my split, but I felt certain I wanted to be the master of my destiny. I didn't want anybody telling me how to live my life. I just wish something would work out. I applied for loads of jobs, I had three positive interviews... then silence. I feel a little scared sometimes.
I try to stay positive. I know I want to move back to the Westcountry and I know I want to save to go back into education.
I know I like dumplings too.
I feel like I will be able to find my voice one day. I enjoy blogging, and I believe I will find my voice through blogging. My words feel more powerful here.
I tried to write you a letter, but then my friend suggested I make a photo story book about myself.
I'd love to go to the Blogcademy in London, I know you will inspire me to speak louder and that will springboard me into other great things. I am passionate; I just don't know how to begin.
7/23/2013 | 0 comments | offline
I made an app for IAM. Hooray.
I'm a complete tech dummy. Half way through the creation process I realised that I couldn't test because I have no internet on my phone. Urgh. What an idiot.
There were a couple dozen things I couldn't do but I just liked the idea of staying connected.
7/22/2013 | 0 comments | offline
For some reason, I no longer appear on the front page after I blog. My account hasn't expired (when that happens I can't even blog, or comment, or do anything except log-in and stare blankly at my profile). I just seem to have a little inbetween moment.
Now that I'm getting, like, two views a day. I'm thinking about what I want my blog to be. My blog is public but many things about it like viewing images, subscribing to my feed, commenting, viewing my forums are for bme subscribers. I like that mix. But I'm wondering if I should just go out on my own.
I think blogs are truly exciting. I also believe everybody has something to say, though that doesn't stop me questioning whether I have something to say. I sometimes feel like I'm overflowing with ideas, but I'm so indecisive. I don't know where to start.
I do like the cutesy, colourful, motivational blogs. I've never been one for self-help books and the like, but I feel like I want to jump on the bandwagon. Although I'm deeply critical of way self-help seems to ask you to treat yourself like a brand I wonder if there's a middle ground where people can talk about making themselves feel better outside of consuming.
7/21/2013 | 0 comments | offline
I'm trying to update regularly but I'm just feeling meh. This summer is painful, I find it hard to move in this heat. I've never felt this hot before, though that's probably to do with my immense weight gain. This morning I woke up and stretch marks had developed on my stomach overnight, damaging my sacred heart. I'm pretty cut up about this, but I'm too distracted to dwell on it. I've had a few scars/marks appear this month.
This week is my husband's (birthday and) graduation ceremony. I feel very fortunate to be invited. I'm proud of my husband. I know it's going to be emotional seeing him wearing his mortarboard and gown. It's hard to believe this week is finally here! When we started looking for properties to move to in Brighton three years ago we had no idea the hardships that lie ahead. I'm not sure if the time dragged or rushed past.
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