As I cut myself a huge slab of chocolate cake for breakfast, I suddenly realised this was the first time I was in no hurry to get back to Chester and for some reason Shreddies were just not going to be enough today.
There is something so regimented and dull about a bowl of cereal, and as I have already written about breakfast before, there is no need to write any more about the Nestlé family.
This morning I was woken up, yet again, by a very enthusiastic email from a student, who for the sake of our journalism assignment, is my editor.
Nothing puts you off getting out of bed, more than a plea to complete all of your work and a week ahead of schedule. So he will die tomorrow.
So with that on the brain, and a serious lack of dissertation work, there seems very little reason to go back to Uni. If only it were possible to run away and let it all complete itself.
But sadly this doesn’t happen.
Looks like one will have to pack, load up the car and head towards the M6 after all.
Might just need to take the rest of the cake though…
Monday 18 January 2010
Saturday 9 January 2010
Age concern
In 2009 my friends became 21 years old and now it’s 2010 and they are getting engaged and having babies. A far stretch from the school kids we once were.
But is there ever a correct age to do anything? Should life be run by the book?
It’s easy to pity those whose lives are planned out, with no room for compromise or change. But on the contrary it’s easy to envy those birds that spread their wings and go with the wind.
If only it were possible to view the crystal ball of the future and see where the next five years will lead. Perhaps then the fear of age and what lies ahead would slowly subside.
It is going to be an amazing year, but it is going to involve a substantial amount of change. I just hope being 21 is old enough to cope with it all.
But is there ever a correct age to do anything? Should life be run by the book?
It’s easy to pity those whose lives are planned out, with no room for compromise or change. But on the contrary it’s easy to envy those birds that spread their wings and go with the wind.
If only it were possible to view the crystal ball of the future and see where the next five years will lead. Perhaps then the fear of age and what lies ahead would slowly subside.
It is going to be an amazing year, but it is going to involve a substantial amount of change. I just hope being 21 is old enough to cope with it all.
Moral support
The first week back is always a hectic one; an over load of work, a very expensive food shop and a continuous list of items you forgot to bring back to Uni with you.
Anyway, rummaging through the remaining boxes that needed to be unpacked was a bit of lined paper with this scribbled on it:
‘I believe in the way that you are and the way you will be.
I believe in the things that you say. You mean the world to me.
And if you should go, if you should turn around one day.
If you should ever doubt your dreams in anyway, don’t think twice about it.
Don’t worry too long about whether you will find a place in this world. You belong!
I know you’ll get where you’re going someday.
For no matter what happens, you will find a way.
I believe in the way that you are and I believe in the way you will be.
You are a beautiful star in this world…and you mean the world to me!’
It’s very sweet, but does not really solve the HUGE (and not to mention terrifying) problem of what to do after Uni. It seems like only yesterday Uni started and it will be finished by tomorrow.
Suddenly the world seems a lot bigger than an oyster.
Anyway, rummaging through the remaining boxes that needed to be unpacked was a bit of lined paper with this scribbled on it:
‘I believe in the way that you are and the way you will be.
I believe in the things that you say. You mean the world to me.
And if you should go, if you should turn around one day.
If you should ever doubt your dreams in anyway, don’t think twice about it.
Don’t worry too long about whether you will find a place in this world. You belong!
I know you’ll get where you’re going someday.
For no matter what happens, you will find a way.
I believe in the way that you are and I believe in the way you will be.
You are a beautiful star in this world…and you mean the world to me!’
It’s very sweet, but does not really solve the HUGE (and not to mention terrifying) problem of what to do after Uni. It seems like only yesterday Uni started and it will be finished by tomorrow.
Suddenly the world seems a lot bigger than an oyster.
Friday 1 January 2010
The funny side of men.
Men. Is there anything more confusing than them in the world?
Ten or so months of silence and then BANG; they walk right back into your life without as much as an apology or a bunch of flowers. One would have been sufficient.
The New Year may be the time for forgiveness and new beginnings, but we are women. Independent, strong and able to hold off jumping right back into male arms before the word ‘Hello’ is even exchanged- at least we try to.
We are only little things and can be hurt and torn surprisingly easily, so men, please be aware of this. The other thing I would be aweare of, in fact the correct word is probably weary of, is my housemates.
I would never hurt a man, but they will! Win them over (With more apologies and flowers) and you’ll have breakfast cooked for you every time you step in the house.
Either way, good luck.
(You sexy sexy man. Sorry. This is serious must stand ground. Think Queen Elizabeth. I don’t need a man. That’s slightly more Pussy Cat Dolls than Queen Elizabeth. Bugger. I will not give in. That sounds better. One apology will not replace months of ‘I hate men’. Great, now sound like a man-hating lesbian. Terrific. Oh shut up brain and lets see what happens. The end.)
Ten or so months of silence and then BANG; they walk right back into your life without as much as an apology or a bunch of flowers. One would have been sufficient.
The New Year may be the time for forgiveness and new beginnings, but we are women. Independent, strong and able to hold off jumping right back into male arms before the word ‘Hello’ is even exchanged- at least we try to.
We are only little things and can be hurt and torn surprisingly easily, so men, please be aware of this. The other thing I would be aweare of, in fact the correct word is probably weary of, is my housemates.
I would never hurt a man, but they will! Win them over (With more apologies and flowers) and you’ll have breakfast cooked for you every time you step in the house.
Either way, good luck.
(You sexy sexy man. Sorry. This is serious must stand ground. Think Queen Elizabeth. I don’t need a man. That’s slightly more Pussy Cat Dolls than Queen Elizabeth. Bugger. I will not give in. That sounds better. One apology will not replace months of ‘I hate men’. Great, now sound like a man-hating lesbian. Terrific. Oh shut up brain and lets see what happens. The end.)
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