the weighting game
i am feeling a lot more optimistic today, most definately because of active daydreaming...
i mean honestly, i had like a 45 minute daydream on the bus today! a pleasant one at that.
i have this thing, where if i think of a person, place, activity, i somehow concoct an entire mini story in my head with it. i can act them out, all with dialogue, in this head of mine and it has been known to literally reduce me to tears or have me laughing/giggling (like on the bus today). sometimes i soundtrack it with my ipod.
how delusional.
anyway, liverpool is winning!! i've actually got it written on a form...how official. i feel so very keen to leave the country atm. it's going to be so exciting :)
this is kind of like my choosing criteria for a uni atm:
pro: city rep, nightlife, people, modern-ism, chances-that-ronan-will-tour-around-there (do you KNOW how &^%%&# HAPPY I'D BE???) , chances-that-will-will-tour-around-there, chances-that-(insert one of my fave artist name)-will-tour-around-there, proximity to london/manchester/dublin/birmingham/scotland, weather
con: weather, expensive-ness, out-landish-ness, bare-basic-ness, nothing happening-ness
don't care: study subjects ha!
i am REALLY worried about not getting a credit average >.< SO SO worried. i skipped another lecture today lol to fill out these forms. i've un-enrolled from VSA and have gone into CHB for next semester...i think i did it right. gotta speak to my course advisor later this week.
i am no longer keen to go to the French Soiree...
hmm did i already type about me losing my secret? probably, just to reinforce - i've lost my secret.
um anyway, i'm quite happy, i just need to think about going to the UK and i am happy - i just need to filter out all the 'omfg-6-months-all-alone' and the 'omfg-i-owe-my-parents-SO-much' feelings which is coming and going.
my mum and i will speak (mum will, i will probably yell and protest) to dad about the whole 'i'm leaving home for a little while' thing on the weekend. hopefully we'll do as we normally do and blab on in circles as to confuse him and eventually he will give up and then in 6months, realise that he promised me something very expensive that has nothing to do with anything else.
ok, so, um...fcuk have a 2000-word essay due on friday which i have written 300 words for.
cheerio!
i mean honestly, i had like a 45 minute daydream on the bus today! a pleasant one at that.
i have this thing, where if i think of a person, place, activity, i somehow concoct an entire mini story in my head with it. i can act them out, all with dialogue, in this head of mine and it has been known to literally reduce me to tears or have me laughing/giggling (like on the bus today). sometimes i soundtrack it with my ipod.
how delusional.
anyway, liverpool is winning!! i've actually got it written on a form...how official. i feel so very keen to leave the country atm. it's going to be so exciting :)
this is kind of like my choosing criteria for a uni atm:
pro: city rep, nightlife, people, modern-ism, chances-that-ronan-will-tour-around-there (do you KNOW how &^%%&# HAPPY I'D BE???) , chances-that-will-will-tour-around-there, chances-that-(insert one of my fave artist name)-will-tour-around-there, proximity to london/manchester/dublin/birmingham/scotland, weather
con: weather, expensive-ness, out-landish-ness, bare-basic-ness, nothing happening-ness
don't care: study subjects ha!
i am REALLY worried about not getting a credit average >.< SO SO worried. i skipped another lecture today lol to fill out these forms. i've un-enrolled from VSA and have gone into CHB for next semester...i think i did it right. gotta speak to my course advisor later this week.
i am no longer keen to go to the French Soiree...
hmm did i already type about me losing my secret? probably, just to reinforce - i've lost my secret.
um anyway, i'm quite happy, i just need to think about going to the UK and i am happy - i just need to filter out all the 'omfg-6-months-all-alone' and the 'omfg-i-owe-my-parents-SO-much' feelings which is coming and going.
my mum and i will speak (mum will, i will probably yell and protest) to dad about the whole 'i'm leaving home for a little while' thing on the weekend. hopefully we'll do as we normally do and blab on in circles as to confuse him and eventually he will give up and then in 6months, realise that he promised me something very expensive that has nothing to do with anything else.
ok, so, um...fcuk have a 2000-word essay due on friday which i have written 300 words for.
cheerio!