Dear world,

for quite a while now I've made all the posts on my journal friends only. A little over a year ago I got a 'real' job and decided that I didn't want any of the parents, children or other professionals I work with finding my rambling thoughts (although I rarely say anything about any of them, and if I do it's nice).

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How is it possible to have a summer cold when there has been no summer?

I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed and rubbish for not being calmer about the fact my life is one great big unknown at the moment, but i've decided that its not me, us, the people caught up in adjusting to the unknown outcomes and unspoken expectations that are life, that's rubbish, it's life itself. Then I wonder if its right to be viewing life ( Read more... )

Testing posting from my mobile

...or rather I haven't. Not saying things on here has become a speciality it seems and I'm not even sure what I feel like writing about now. Not my mammoth bus journies across manchester to my summer job, or the piles of possessions that are threatening to drive me crazy just by being in my bedroom, or anything much of anything really. Life atm isn ( Read more... )

Is it possible to blame my current lack of essay writing on a psychological avoidance of finishing my degree because as soon as its finished I will have to take responsibility for decisions about my life again? For the last three days i've blamed a nasty bout of cold/flu/virus type thing that has filled my sinuses and chest up with gunk and made ( Read more... )

Ugh, yesterday turned to be full of blah. I had a fuzzy achey head I just couldnt shift and felt generally under the weather all day. Which was funny cos yesterday was the nicest day weatherwise for ages. Looks like its going to be good today as well. I have an essay to write (books to read - which I finally managed to get from the library ( Read more... )

Sorry for not being around for the last month, the angst of placement and finals was far too high. If I'd tried to write about it as well as survive it I think my brain would have exploded all over the computer screen and I'd have collapsed into a blubbering wreck (which I did every so often anyway). So now it is done, the remainder of my degree is ( Read more... )

My dissertation is done. It's in the shop being bound. I collect it at twelve and hand it in and then I'm one step closer to being finished. There are only three things left to do in my degree, before they (the ones who know what they're talking about, apparently) declare that I am a professional. It makes my brain start to melt if I try and think ( Read more... )

I'm about to do a load more work; extract some meaning from the pile of journal articles on my desk, and I have a plan for this evening as a reward. I plan an evening of indulgence. A bubble bath whilst the heating's on, then making a late tea of homemade thai curry (hopefully it will taste like thai curry, even something close would be impressive ( Read more... )