Okay, okay, so I'm attention seeking. I'm never going to not blog. I'd be doing a wasted degree if I didn't actually want to get somewhere with this writing thing. However, in the past few months, I've tended to say nothing personal, instead choosing to blog about things in the news, things that people are talking about, and things that annoy me. Now, while all that is undoubtedly making my blogging profile look nicer and more professional, it's a little annoying sometimes not being able to write about me in my own blog.
I always feel a little egotistical when I entertain the idea of writing about myself and about the things that happen to me. Why would anybody want to read about me? I think, and always end up writing about drugs or boobs or feminists instead. But then, I don't force this thing down people's throats. If you want to read my blog, read my blog. If you disagree with some of my opinions on the features that I write, wahey, we'll debate and it'll be fun, but if you don't like the actual content of my blog then you can simply hop off it as far as I'm concerned.
I've decided to write about whatever I want, and use this thing as a diary as well as somewhere to promote my writing, and I really couldn't give a rat's arse if nobody cares about what I have to say. I care about what I have to say. And really, unless you own The Guardian and want to snap me up and make me your little writing slut, your opinion doesn't matter to me.
Somebody once told me that the things that I was writing about weren't what they considered to be professional. They were probably referring to my posts about Nice Guys finishing last and the like. Honestly, I didn't care, and I still don't. If Jenna Marbles can become world famous from sitting at a computer and ranting about boys then I should be allowed to sit in bed and do it without the journalism police on my ass.
Okay, rant over and time for a brief update!
Like I said, I don't, as a rule, write about my personal life on here, but that's all going to change. (It's probably a fad. I'll probably air all my dirty laundry out for a while and then regret it and delete it). I'm happy at the minute. And really, if you can say you're happy at 2am when you're sat in bed wearing a monkey onesie, listening to Taylor Swift, eating marshmallows and coughing your guts up, you're doing pretty well. I got all my marks back from my first semester: 64, 67, 71, 75, 81, 82 (that's an overall FIRST for those dimwits out there, boom) and everything else is just as good as it has been since starting my second year and meeting all the lovely new people that I've met (and remaining just as close with the old favourites).
I feel so secure with my friends. I've got, I'd say, around four close girl friends that I meet up with as often as I can (Heather, Becky, Bella and Paige, this means you!) and we act as each other's therapists, mothers, partners in crime and sisters. I then have my boyfriend, and I know that it's a cliché to say this, but he's one of my close friends as well. We're so stupid together (I swear if anybody could see us alone together they'd think we were insane, 20 year olds are not supposed to enjoy wrestling and tickling and pulling faces as much as we do), and we can sit up all night chatting shit. I can tell him if I'm worried about something ridiculously small and insignificant (I'm the biggest worrier ever, the aftermath of having an anxiety disorder for most of my teenage years, womp), and he won't think I'm being stupid. And the best bit is that we can go out and (I hate to use this word) party together. I've never been able to go to parties or clubs with any of my ex boyfriends because they were never really into that sort of thing, so it's great having somebody that enjoys it as much as I do. I've then got all my other new mates (three of which I'm living with from July, eee!) who I can sit around playing Mortal Kombat with, or watch the rugby with, or play endless games of Ring of Fire with...you get the gist.
I'm also enjoying uni a lot more now. I'm doing three modules: Writing Novels for Young People, Creative Non-Fiction and Cinema and Psychoanalysis. I love them all, and I'm especially throwing myself into the Psychoanalysis one. I've always been interested in Freud, and at the minute I'm devouring his essays and pretty much anything I can find about him (I've started to read A Dangerous Method but it's pretty heavy going!) and driving all of my friends insane with my constant "fun facts" about humour, and slips of the tongue, and fantasies, haha. Plus, I'm not having to read nearly as much as I was last semester. I think until Christmas we averaged on two novels a week, which is a lot by anybodies standards! But now I can relax a little because it's more creative-writing orientated.
My last bit of good news is that we've secured a house for next year :)! We're get to sign contracts but the deposits are all paid and we're all very excited. I'm dying for a nice house, one with wooden floors and gold curtains and incense and weird books everywhere because me and Josh are hippies. I can't wait until we can move in!
I've always wanted to travel after I finish my studies. It's my dream. But as for right now, I'm totally happy where I am. I love the unpredictability of student life. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. It's not about the freedom, per se (I was allowed to do pretty much anything I wanted when I lived with my parents), but the easiness of it all. Being a minute away from some of my good friends. Three minutes away from my boyfriend. Being able to go on mid-week nights out because I'm not in uni until late morning or early afternoon. I love it all. I love being able to send a quick text at 7pm one night, and the next thing I know I'm sat in a room full of people getting intoxicated.
As for now, it's 2.23 and I really should be getting some sleep. With any luck, I'm going for a pub lunch with Bella tomorrow so I need to be awake and straightening my hair at some ungodly hour (about 12 noon).
Night :)
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