Today I went shopping, exciting or what, wasn’t out for anything in particular just tagging along with my mum and bro and making the most of being back home; that wonderful place that you love and need to leave all within five minutes of arrival.
Anyway, it was Robert Dyers (of all shops!) that got me excited; well they’re spotty mugs at least. Then it hit…I need to get house hunting.
After months of indecision, changes and pro’s and con’s lists, a final decision on living arrangements for next year have been made. I’m staying in Chester! Moving back home is a step back, and an unnecessary one. Life is too short to be waiting for stuff to happen and what if questions.
So what if the only job I can get is one totally unrelated to my degree and so what if we end up living in a dump for the following twelve months, that’s what it’s all about. Suddenly the unknown seems ridiculously inviting.
After playing by the rules for 21 years I finally feel ready to live and I have a spotty mug to thank for it.
Uni so far has been one of the most amazing and fulfilling experiences of my life, but am so excited about turning a new page on the Coussens chapter that it’s unreal, and lets face it, you can’t get much cornier than that!
Saturday 27 March 2010
Tea break
Sugar slowly poisoned my tea, till I could no longer recognize the taste of it and the sweetness of the cane had disguised the grotty bitterness that corrupted my tea stained mug.
I drank endless cups like a drug, till I couldn’t tell if I was drinking it or it was drinking me. Every time I weaned myself off, it laughed in my face; you want me it cried, you need me.
My dentist knew I could and should cut out the sugar, but she just smiled and said these cravings will pass. It turned out sugar in my tea was just too good; I lost three teeth that day.
Today I’m almost wine total, but every now and then I go looking for the sugar pot. I know my housemate has hidden it from me and put it out of reach, but really and truly I would like to explain my compulsion, because then I know I will never need sugar in my tea again.
I drank endless cups like a drug, till I couldn’t tell if I was drinking it or it was drinking me. Every time I weaned myself off, it laughed in my face; you want me it cried, you need me.
My dentist knew I could and should cut out the sugar, but she just smiled and said these cravings will pass. It turned out sugar in my tea was just too good; I lost three teeth that day.
Today I’m almost wine total, but every now and then I go looking for the sugar pot. I know my housemate has hidden it from me and put it out of reach, but really and truly I would like to explain my compulsion, because then I know I will never need sugar in my tea again.
Tuesday 16 March 2010
Procrastination
As it gets closer and closer to crunch time the weather gets better and better. Why is this?
If there were not enough distractions already, the almighty one throws down a day of gorgeous sunshine and we are all still suppose to work (like hermits) ignoring the thoughts of sun, flip flops and topless men.
Granted, if it were chucking it down there would be no heat related activities, but you would like to think there would be a slightly higher percentage of work completed. Either way, no such luck.
Any motivation there once was has well and truly packed it bags, and politely sodded off. Leaving me bored and going to such extents as mopping the floor to get out of working.
On a positive note our house does look amazing and in this brief moment of sunshine it is sparkling an awful lot. Great if you’re Ray Charles and bad if you’re anyone else.
So the Jane Austen thesis is still here, along with three remaining essays (our tutors love us!) and the ominous question of where will life take us next; the only difference now, is the countdown until the end of uni has been replaced, with the countdown of weeks until the dissertation deadline. May is going to be an emotional *drunk* month!
But until then…think the fridge needs a clean.
If there were not enough distractions already, the almighty one throws down a day of gorgeous sunshine and we are all still suppose to work (like hermits) ignoring the thoughts of sun, flip flops and topless men.
Granted, if it were chucking it down there would be no heat related activities, but you would like to think there would be a slightly higher percentage of work completed. Either way, no such luck.
Any motivation there once was has well and truly packed it bags, and politely sodded off. Leaving me bored and going to such extents as mopping the floor to get out of working.
On a positive note our house does look amazing and in this brief moment of sunshine it is sparkling an awful lot. Great if you’re Ray Charles and bad if you’re anyone else.
So the Jane Austen thesis is still here, along with three remaining essays (our tutors love us!) and the ominous question of where will life take us next; the only difference now, is the countdown until the end of uni has been replaced, with the countdown of weeks until the dissertation deadline. May is going to be an emotional *drunk* month!
But until then…think the fridge needs a clean.
Thursday 4 March 2010
Running out of time- university.
If one person could give you three, genuinely good reasons to complete a degree there would be a serious reward to obtain. Yes, it can put you ahead in the world and yes, it keeps you off the streets but is it really all it’s cracked up to be?
After being in Chester for almost three years the end is finally in sight, but what have I actually learned? Sadly I will admit most of the course knowledge has evaporated and at times there needs to be a person with a very long stick behind me, constantly making me work.
But uni has left me with no clearer idea on what to do with life or which path to take. If anything these past three years have confused me more, revealing more career options and genuinely making me feel like a very dodgy ant, inside an ever increasing ant hill. (Whether ants actually live inside or on an ant hill still personally remains unknown. But I never said I was a zoologist!)
On the plus side uni allows you to grow up, sample various alcoholic concoctions, willingly steal road safety equipment and prove that narcoleptic sleep patterns can happen to the masses.
University is possible the worst form of preparation for what is waiting on the outside world. The daily 9-5 schedule sounds about as appealing as eating kangaroo testicles and the thought of £30,000 debt makes selling yourself that bit more of a necessity.
So in short; if you want to move out, make some amazing friends and you have a few grand lying around, go to uni my friend! If you have amazing patience and are hard working, dedicated and decisive, then go to uni. If you need a degree and have a future plan, so set in stone that it resembles Stonehenge to a 3100bc Amesbury man, then go to uni.
But a word to the wise, don’t go if you are expecting to leave with a wallet full of money and are just trying to kill a few years; you’ll end up with an impressive collection of photo albums for facebook and little else.
However, minus the revolting food, screaming cheer leaders and appalling living conditions, uni really is worth doing. Contradictory I know, but chances are you won’t be the future you, if you don’t give it a go.
The only advice is if you are going, then go. Don’t pull out after a week, month or a year, stick it out. You never know, you might end up with a few friends for life and a degree you are proud of under your belt. No innuendos intended.
Can you tell there is only 10 weeks left…?
After being in Chester for almost three years the end is finally in sight, but what have I actually learned? Sadly I will admit most of the course knowledge has evaporated and at times there needs to be a person with a very long stick behind me, constantly making me work.
But uni has left me with no clearer idea on what to do with life or which path to take. If anything these past three years have confused me more, revealing more career options and genuinely making me feel like a very dodgy ant, inside an ever increasing ant hill. (Whether ants actually live inside or on an ant hill still personally remains unknown. But I never said I was a zoologist!)
On the plus side uni allows you to grow up, sample various alcoholic concoctions, willingly steal road safety equipment and prove that narcoleptic sleep patterns can happen to the masses.
University is possible the worst form of preparation for what is waiting on the outside world. The daily 9-5 schedule sounds about as appealing as eating kangaroo testicles and the thought of £30,000 debt makes selling yourself that bit more of a necessity.
So in short; if you want to move out, make some amazing friends and you have a few grand lying around, go to uni my friend! If you have amazing patience and are hard working, dedicated and decisive, then go to uni. If you need a degree and have a future plan, so set in stone that it resembles Stonehenge to a 3100bc Amesbury man, then go to uni.
But a word to the wise, don’t go if you are expecting to leave with a wallet full of money and are just trying to kill a few years; you’ll end up with an impressive collection of photo albums for facebook and little else.
However, minus the revolting food, screaming cheer leaders and appalling living conditions, uni really is worth doing. Contradictory I know, but chances are you won’t be the future you, if you don’t give it a go.
The only advice is if you are going, then go. Don’t pull out after a week, month or a year, stick it out. You never know, you might end up with a few friends for life and a degree you are proud of under your belt. No innuendos intended.
Can you tell there is only 10 weeks left…?
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