I mean, I've no doubt it will reassemble itself soonish, but at the moment UNI IS WONDERFUL, MY SHORT STUPID RESEARCH PAPER IS WONDERFUL and I AM EVEN MORE WONDERFUL, so, to celebrate that, let's do that meme!
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Pick the numbers, see the pigeon squeal or something. I miss Anya. )
I pick: 42, 24, and 4. (You can sense a theme here.)
I am... well.
There are worries about achieving the first I need in order to have a chance of getting funding for a Masters, but they are somewhat to the back of my mind at the moment. I've pretty much finished the first draft of an essay that doesn't need to be in until January. One more and then I start drafting the first chapter of my dissertation.
I've also got the old reoccurring worries about maintaining friendships, seriously I get more freaked out about things like 'have I seen them enough', 'are they mad at me', did I say something wrong' with friends than I ever have with The Boyfriend. But I'm learning to ignore those sorts of feelings as me freaking out over nothing.
I made flapjacks today and I have supper cooked by The Boyfriend to look forward to tomorrow, along with Trampolining.
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I have a lot of awe for people who write essays with any kind of regularness. WORDS ARE HARD OKAY.
04. My best first date.
I haven't actually dated - the one amorous thing I did have skipped the dating part and headfirsted into the kissing and meaningful relationship discussion stadium, which, while it saved a lot of time, also cut down on the amount of kissing, so, I dunno, I don't actually recommend it.
See 24 above.
42. My relationship with my siblings.
My brothers are awesome. They're 11 and 13 years younger than me, so I get to corrupt them with Doctor Who while they're young and impressionable, get to yell at them for sucking at spelling AND get to help them with their homework. They think I'm really cool and all kinds of hilarious, too, so, everybody wins.
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My youngest sister is nine years younger than me. The other one is only a year and a half younger. We never particularly got on actually. Mainly because I feel like she got all of my bad traits. So we're very similar in a lot of ways but really get on each others' nerves. But I think I'm finally learn, at twenty one, just to take the high road. As for theone other one, we both do that very British thing of never actually talking about our feelings, but I think that we're good at the moment. She's the one I do the whole big sister worry thing with though. Is she happy? Is she confident? Is she still the bundle of nerves and issues that I know she is?
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