Hi again the few blog readers I have and adore (sucking up to your virtual faces can only help) as you will have noticed I have taken a leave of absence over the summer break, I just needed some space....well in truth I couldn’t really be bothered after working, all day, every day, every hour. Not bitter. And for what? Not frivolous spending that is for sure, my charming landlord has made darn sure of that. That however is beside the point, I don't need my finances to calm down, I don't need my social life to calm down either (not that it's ever that 'crazy').
No, I need university to slow the hell down. Now. Please just stop moving.
I am now in my fourth year, my ‘Masters’ year as I love telling people, officially it's not a proper Master's (10% SHORT OF IT, THAT’S ALL) but what the hell it's still a 'M' on my graduation certificate. I have had now 3 lessons so far and my head is ready to explode. No amount of tea guzzling or biscuit scoffing can save me. I am officially, definitely, one hundred percent crapping my pants.
When the hell did all this work decide to creep up
on me and why did it choose to do that so quickly! I haven’t had time to watch
all the episodes I’ve missed of ‘The Great British Bake Off’, I haven’t flirted
with nearly enough fresher’s: “22 isn’t that much older than you, I promise”. And
I haven’t been able to get cracking on my ‘Pasta 2 Go’ bags, which surely imply
I’m well into student living which normally happens around week 5. *sigh*.
No. Lesson 4, here we go and hold onto your hats.
Hope everyone else is grasping on a little better
than I am, if not I’m on the third floor of the library, weeping, come find me and we'll grieve together.
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