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Tuesday 22 February 2011
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Technical difficulties, epiphanies, and more procrastination.
Oh look, it's 3am and I'm not asleep yet. Which can mean only one thing...blog time!
Things are pretty good at the moment. I had a good chat with one of my best friends tonight and realised that best friends are still best friends even if they don't speak for a little while, which is a realisation that might be quite useful soon, as I only have around 15 weeks of university left. I genuinely don't know what I'll do without seeing the people I've met and become so close to every day when we all go our separate ways, and as much as I've moaned about third year being gash, I'll miss it so much. I just hope that what they say about meeting most of your life-long friends at university is true. Ooh, how sentimental.
On a much shallower note, my BlackBerry broke today. And my world has basically crumbled around me ever since. I've become aware that my phone is basically an extension of my person, and that saddens me a bit, because that's pathetic and it's just a piece of technology, but I suppose it's all about keeping in touch with people again.
I've discovered a new favourite form of procrastination. Reading this: One of the funniest blogs ever. Some guy comes out with absolute gems while he's sleep-talking, and his genius wife decided to record everything he says and blog it. My personal favourite is "Your mum's at the door again. Bury me. Bury me deep.". I laughed for days at that.
Another thing keeping me from my dissertation at the moment is the planning of my 21st birthday party. I should mention that my 21st isn't until June, but booking a function room needs to be done ridiculously far in advance. Planning this party is becoming the bane of my life, and if people don't turn up, I'll be cutting all ties with them. An example of how much of a ballache party planning is becoming can be found in what I spent a good hour and half doing tonight. Researching hotel prices on the internet. FOR IN FOUR AND A HALF MONTHS' TIME. Calm the fuck down Emma.
Also worth a mention is the fact that the rugby league season has officially started again, which automatically means that my life is much brighter for the next 8 months.
Things are pretty good at the moment. I had a good chat with one of my best friends tonight and realised that best friends are still best friends even if they don't speak for a little while, which is a realisation that might be quite useful soon, as I only have around 15 weeks of university left. I genuinely don't know what I'll do without seeing the people I've met and become so close to every day when we all go our separate ways, and as much as I've moaned about third year being gash, I'll miss it so much. I just hope that what they say about meeting most of your life-long friends at university is true. Ooh, how sentimental.
On a much shallower note, my BlackBerry broke today. And my world has basically crumbled around me ever since. I've become aware that my phone is basically an extension of my person, and that saddens me a bit, because that's pathetic and it's just a piece of technology, but I suppose it's all about keeping in touch with people again.
I've discovered a new favourite form of procrastination. Reading this: One of the funniest blogs ever. Some guy comes out with absolute gems while he's sleep-talking, and his genius wife decided to record everything he says and blog it. My personal favourite is "Your mum's at the door again. Bury me. Bury me deep.". I laughed for days at that.
Another thing keeping me from my dissertation at the moment is the planning of my 21st birthday party. I should mention that my 21st isn't until June, but booking a function room needs to be done ridiculously far in advance. Planning this party is becoming the bane of my life, and if people don't turn up, I'll be cutting all ties with them. An example of how much of a ballache party planning is becoming can be found in what I spent a good hour and half doing tonight. Researching hotel prices on the internet. FOR IN FOUR AND A HALF MONTHS' TIME. Calm the fuck down Emma.
Also worth a mention is the fact that the rugby league season has officially started again, which automatically means that my life is much brighter for the next 8 months.
Sunday 30 January 2011
Procrastination, and being Poirot.
There has been a mystery plaguing my life recently. Every so often I'll be in my room, which is downstairs at the front of my house, and I'll hear some knob walking past playing the guitar. The whole idea of this has baffled me for months. Who just casually roams the streets playing the guitar? And if it's a busker, aren't they supposed to stay in one place, like outside Debenhams? I have recently experienced the utter joy of discovering who the mystery strummer is...
He is a tramp. Tonight when I was walking home from my friend's house, I saw that he had attached himself to two men who smelled like a brewery and instigated a singalong. Heart-warmingly, the men had engaged in said drunken singalong, instead of beating the shit out of him. This is one way in which Chester is different to Wigan.
So yeah, the solving of that mystery was the 'being Poirot' part of my blog. Now to the procrastination part, which I ironically put off until after I'd wrote the Poirot part. I will do literally anything, except my dissertation. In the past week I have cleaned the whole of my house, attended yoga, worked, watched Big Fat Gypsy Weddings, stayed in work for three hours after my shift ended, and gotten drunk. All as opposed to doing my dissertation. And now, I'm updating my blog, something I haven't found the time to do for nearly a month, instead of doing my dissertation.
Another thing I have done in order to avoid doing my dissertation, is watch one of my best friends dress as a woman and deliver 'her' dating profile in video form. I give you, Joshinda. The epitomy of hilarity.
He is a tramp. Tonight when I was walking home from my friend's house, I saw that he had attached himself to two men who smelled like a brewery and instigated a singalong. Heart-warmingly, the men had engaged in said drunken singalong, instead of beating the shit out of him. This is one way in which Chester is different to Wigan.
So yeah, the solving of that mystery was the 'being Poirot' part of my blog. Now to the procrastination part, which I ironically put off until after I'd wrote the Poirot part. I will do literally anything, except my dissertation. In the past week I have cleaned the whole of my house, attended yoga, worked, watched Big Fat Gypsy Weddings, stayed in work for three hours after my shift ended, and gotten drunk. All as opposed to doing my dissertation. And now, I'm updating my blog, something I haven't found the time to do for nearly a month, instead of doing my dissertation.
Another thing I have done in order to avoid doing my dissertation, is watch one of my best friends dress as a woman and deliver 'her' dating profile in video form. I give you, Joshinda. The epitomy of hilarity.
Monday 3 January 2011
2011
Happy New Year boys and girls :)
My 'quiet NYE' turned into one of the most drunk nights of my life, followed by one of the worst hangovers of my life. I loved it though. I've been trying to decide what my New Year's resolution should be. Here are my options:
2011 is already better than 2010. I spent yesterday at what can only be described as a castle in Kendal at Jo and Henning's wedding reception, which was BEAUTIFUL. I've not been to many weddings but it was definitely the best one. I spent the day with some of the girls I went to South Africa with, and obviously got to see Jo and Henning again for the first time since South Africa. We ate more than anyone ever should in one day, had more pictures taken than anyone ever should, but generally had a really lovely day. Today was spent napping, watching How I Met Your Mother, making plans for the rest of the week with my friends, and having a chinese. All of the above leads me to believe that 2011 is already better than 2010.
On a side note, I had a dream last night about dying my hair and getting new extensions. I've never been so excited to replace a set of extensions before, mine are definitely on their last legs.
My 'quiet NYE' turned into one of the most drunk nights of my life, followed by one of the worst hangovers of my life. I loved it though. I've been trying to decide what my New Year's resolution should be. Here are my options:
- Carry on being mint. At least I know I'm good at it. Ooooooh yeeeeeee.
- Keep up the frankly surprising streak of good results I've had in my recent uni work.
- Go to the gym AND STAY THERE. (Not all the time, I should point out. I'm not setting up camp or anything. I just mean stick with it.)
- Work my ass off as soon as my exams are over and start saving for travelling.
2011 is already better than 2010. I spent yesterday at what can only be described as a castle in Kendal at Jo and Henning's wedding reception, which was BEAUTIFUL. I've not been to many weddings but it was definitely the best one. I spent the day with some of the girls I went to South Africa with, and obviously got to see Jo and Henning again for the first time since South Africa. We ate more than anyone ever should in one day, had more pictures taken than anyone ever should, but generally had a really lovely day. Today was spent napping, watching How I Met Your Mother, making plans for the rest of the week with my friends, and having a chinese. All of the above leads me to believe that 2011 is already better than 2010.
On a side note, I had a dream last night about dying my hair and getting new extensions. I've never been so excited to replace a set of extensions before, mine are definitely on their last legs.
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