Cigarettes: 0
Units of alcohol: 7
Back street shinnanigans: 1
Hugs needed: many
Favourite Fire and Stone Pizza: 1/2 Florence 1/2 hoisin duck
I'M BACK. It's been a while- a couple of months, and I apologise for that but I have been SO BUSY. Plus my lack of motivation at the moment made me not bother to blog since I'm no longer being marked on it. However, due to high demand particularly from a certain Miss Laney, I shall continue...perhaps it's a form of therapy.
A lot has happened since I last wrote. Christmas in France which of course involved family feuds, the best new year I've probably had, completing and handing in all my semester 1 work then getting it back, finding a lovely house for 2nd year, starting new units (gotta love fairy tales) setting up an all- female choir The Portsmouth Harbourettes, organising a concert for charity which will take place in April and having a lover I like more than I should. I have about 10 days left of still being able to kid myself that I'm not a grown up before I turn 21, yet I feel more immature than I ever did at school.
For the first time in my life I have a best friend, someone I can talk to about anything and who is always there for me. Alice and I do pretty much everything together but our favourite things are singing, cooking and spooning. But the point of this post is that we are ALWAYS BUSY. As a result, I'm exhausted and can't remember the last time I sat down to trawl the internet to watch Gossip Girl. My skin is breaking out through lack of sleep and I can't stay alert or focus on anything.
I've been brought up to plan my day and plan things to look forward to, which makes me feel like I've had a productive day. I wish I could say I'm doing lots of work, but the fact is, I'm not. Just the bare essentials. Don't tell Granny Ann. I'm just busy doing other things like organising and endless choir rehearsals and... well... just things. Our guy friends who live below me seem to do absolutely nothing except play on the PS3, watch tv and play the odd game of squash and it annoys them that I plan. I can't even invite them round for dinner in two days because they can't plan that far ahead. They take life one hour at a time and are therefore far more relaxed and stress-free than me. I envy them in some ways. Perhaps I should take a leaf out of their book.
Aims for next week: sleep, exercise, eat healthily so I can enter proper adult life (cough cough) feeling perky, motivated and ready to enjoy the next stage of life. That didn't sound gay in the slightest.
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