Welcome to the last year of my twenties

It was my 29th birthday this Tuesday and I had a good time with some youngsters at university, celebrating, drinking and eating cookies that a lovely seminar leader bought (and gave me the surplus). I annoyed my friend but she has forgiven me. She is annoyed (anyway) with her BOYfriend and my lapse of memory didn't help.
I have one week left on my mentoring project and I am to get an award for doing it! Wooh!
I saw the guy I like, talked to him for an hour (or so), got a hug (or 2), invited him to my birthday tomorrow, got a nice reply, a private birthday greeting, and an invite from HIM to a thing... I think, though, that I am letting my imagination run away with me.
My dissertation is completely changed and I am OK with that as it is about 1984 ONLY and I KNOW that book well. And I love that book. I love that book more than I like any guy!!
I am feeling more positive, happier, and calmer. I have the whole of April to do my essays and dissertation and I can sleep late tomorrow. I will have a bath and be happy. WOOH!!

Not Mixing Drinks is the Way Forward

Although I do have a bit of a headache.
Graduation has been announced! It's on July 19th at The Central Hall in Westminster, which is much closer to my house so that's good. Mile End sucks anyway. Bloody East London.

I am wearing blue nail varnish as I type this and as I never, ever wear nail varnish I am finding it mighty distracting, and ugly. Why can't I just be a normal girl? I think at this age it's too late to change... maybe I need Gok Wan to slap me upside the head and beautify me?

I have just 8,000 words left of my dissertation! I can do that shit in, like, 5 minutes. sigh

so, um, yeah. Until next time.

I got the blues and it's raining

Fuck
Time is running out and I need to do some work, I need to get my busary and I need to leave the house. It has been 3 days.
I wish that these blogs weren't so doom-laden and depressing. sigh

Oooooh IRONIC

I remember the ending of this film now. It's called Right at Your Door and I have seen it before, but the ending is well worth waiting for... until that point it's a bit dull.
Anyway, I have written 2,000 words of my 10,000 word dissertation. Nearly there. God, this is long ain't it?
I have also sent off my PGCE application so hopefully I'll hear something soon. SCARY!

I have made it through the storm (or flu, whatever)

I have survived yet another bout of illness... I have survived. Got a really poor grade for a final essay for The Crisis of Culture Module (58) but I DO NOT CARE. Katie Fleming can bugger off. And she has. So. There.
I have a new dissertation supervisor, and she is a slave-driver. Because of my brush with death (alright, but it was PROPER flu, not a cold) I have done no work on anything whatsoever.
sigh

I do not like Jane Austen...

I have so much work to do but I am seriously hungover after an intense and busy weekend. I am tired and stupid. At the age of 28 you'd think I would have learned that I cannot drink like I used to. UGH! Well, time to read a decent book for my New York module and bloody Mansfield Park by Austen for my childhood module... I refer to the title of this post. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I hate Jane Austen. There. I said it.

Is soberly drunk

I just need to write this, laundry list style:
1 need to do a heck load of work and would like to get ahead, then I can see Hailey Jean on Wednesday
2 people that cannot drink, should not drink
3 it is berloody freeeeeeezing. I think it may be illegal
4 need to do some dissertation shit, but it's 4am so I will do it on Monday
5 I am sleepy.
Goodnight