Reasons to be cheerful...
In a break from my arduous studies I have just been reading over my own awful diary entries. Christ alive do I need to read some type of self help book.
alternatively perhaps I could compile them all into one piteous volume and place it in the comedy section. Maybe this is how I will make my millions.
I'm quite tired and I appear to have developed writer's cramp ( a condition that afflicts only those who know the pain of cramming for exams).
I feel quite good though - work +satisfaction and all that. (my communist manifesto follows soon)
first exam should be ok I hope, the others I am less confident about, but time will tell etc.
Failure is perhaps not a viable option. ( my father having intoned gravely last nite - 'You do GOOD in these ones Leah, ok?')
I am keeping myself afloat with the thought of the delights that september will bring.
a. Electric Picnic. - Kraftwerk will soothe my fragile soul
b. Marc coming over from london on the 9th - I miss him so much it actually hurts
c. Sleeping in til 2pm on chosen days - the joy of languitude
d. getting my hair dyed - sad I know but the roots badly need attention
e. Going to the pub of an evening without feelings of guilt
f. perhaps finding a housemate, perhaps not - lets face it living on your own is the height of luxury as far as I am concerned.
g. perhaps sorting out my crazed lovelife, then again I havent managed that in 4 years, so perhaps not.
h. Rinking it up big style. (i tire of casual wear and long to strut about in one of my delectable suits)
i. rediscovering my euphoric trance-loving alter-ego. Shine here I come.
J. and perhaps the saddest of all - knitting myself another scarf - we small people tend to feel the cold.
alternatively perhaps I could compile them all into one piteous volume and place it in the comedy section. Maybe this is how I will make my millions.
I'm quite tired and I appear to have developed writer's cramp ( a condition that afflicts only those who know the pain of cramming for exams).
I feel quite good though - work +satisfaction and all that. (my communist manifesto follows soon)
first exam should be ok I hope, the others I am less confident about, but time will tell etc.
Failure is perhaps not a viable option. ( my father having intoned gravely last nite - 'You do GOOD in these ones Leah, ok?')
I am keeping myself afloat with the thought of the delights that september will bring.
a. Electric Picnic. - Kraftwerk will soothe my fragile soul
b. Marc coming over from london on the 9th - I miss him so much it actually hurts
c. Sleeping in til 2pm on chosen days - the joy of languitude
d. getting my hair dyed - sad I know but the roots badly need attention
e. Going to the pub of an evening without feelings of guilt
f. perhaps finding a housemate, perhaps not - lets face it living on your own is the height of luxury as far as I am concerned.
g. perhaps sorting out my crazed lovelife, then again I havent managed that in 4 years, so perhaps not.
h. Rinking it up big style. (i tire of casual wear and long to strut about in one of my delectable suits)
i. rediscovering my euphoric trance-loving alter-ego. Shine here I come.
J. and perhaps the saddest of all - knitting myself another scarf - we small people tend to feel the cold.