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I did the very sensible thing of taking my MacBook home this weekend, but forgetting the charger. Although it allowed me to spend the coach journey watching a movie, it was annoying only being able to use it for a short while at home, especially since I wanted to write up my review of the LG Viewty and talk about work. I meant to write/post the review before I forgot most of the things which I liked and disliked about it, but it’s a little late now.

It’s been two days since I wrote the first paragraph, and now I have various other things to write about. Something which has been on my mind at the moment is moving out of halls next year. Apparently, the decision about who to live with and where the house should be has to be made before January. One of my flatmates mentioned that he was going to see a house today with his housemates-to-be, and it really struck me how little time I have left to organise it. I think that I might be living with one of my now-flatmates, Natasha. At least, it was mentioned today, but I don’t know how solid our intentions are. She’s a nice person, and we get on well, so I’m not too worried about that. She is pretty quiet though. I don’t know- I want university to be fun, but I’ve spent the first two months doing so much work and being so involved in my own life and little problems that I haven’t made the effort that I should have, and consequently, I’m starting to feel that I’m missing out a little. Perhaps it’s better this way- it’s kind of what I’m used to.

Today has been a pretty stupid day, really, in the sense that it has been largely pointless. I went to Latin this morning, came home and have just messed around online or done little bits on the collage that I’m currently working on.  I went to the Health Centre on Tuesday morning (all this early waking!), so I now have pills to last me the next month/ six months respectively. It annoys me that my allergy medicine can only be prescribed one month at a time, as I should really go back and tell them that it’s not going to be enough for the holidays, but oh well. I’m sure if I look under the piles of stuff on my desk I can find at least a week’s worth. It will be a drag when I’m nineteen, though, and can’t get prescriptions on the NHS.  Filing for a minimum of two items every month is going to come to £14 or so. It’s not that much, but it pisses me off to think that I could end up spending over £150 a year on prescriptions alone.  I hope that I’ll be able to get some kind of exemption, but I don’t expect it at all.

Talking of money, it feels nice to be out of my overdraft. This will be the last week that I’ll throw myself upon the mercies of Virgin Trains or National Express Coaches to travel to London- in other words, the last £20 I’ll be wasting to get to work, to earn money to cover my various expenses. My holidays start on the afternoon of the seventh of December, and my dad has taken a day off to pick me up from Warwick with my various supplies for my month’s holiday. I’m looking forwards to not having to pay for my own food, not having to write essays, fast wireless internet, and seeing my friends (most of whom are scattered at university). It’s strange, actually- I’m almost looking forward to Christmas itself. I’m sure that as the day gets closer and everyone starts to get stressed I’ll wish I was back in my room at university where I can get some peace and quiet. Christmas is a fairly stressful time- my mum will frantically tidy and nag my dad, last minuite shopping will happen, something will go wrong with the tree/turkey/chocolates, my sister will eat half of the sweets before Christmas day, we’ll all argue about where to eat on Christmas eve (something which my sister inevitably wins- meaning that we end up at Pizza Hut), I’ll have a strop about Christmas dinner… hm.

I wish that Costa was still open so that I could get a hot chocolate, because nowhere on campus serves soya milk. I guess I’ll just have to get on with my Latin translation then.  I’ll probably write up the Viewty review from a strange seat on the 13:50 to Euston train on Friday.

Move Along

I have a lot of things to write about, some of which I have started in incomplete entries, and others which have simply been neglected. The past two weeks has been spent in a haze of illness and essays, and work at the weekend. As those who also read my infrequent journals on deviantart might know, I applied for a job at Comet. Well, after an interview, they hired me as a ‘front-of-shop temporary sales support colleague’ (I believe that is the full title), working for fifteen hours over both Saturday and Sunday. I basically get to run things through a till while earning minimum wage and being polite to people.  The work itself isn’t all that bad, albeit quite simple on the most part, although I still have things to learn. The people there seem okay as well- I haven’t really clicked with anyone, but that’s probably because I am the youngest one there. Although it’s nicer to be liked, I’m not there to make friends, so that’s not too much of a problem.

I was going to go into my first weekend in detail, but there seems little point. Perhaps the exciting world of electronics retailing will inspire me to blog more often. As usual, I’ve seen or done something many times over the past however-long that I’ve thought ‘I really must write about’.  I’ve had essays to do, and it’s a relief to have only one more to write before Christmas.  I intend to start on this one early, rather than having a sudden burst of panic and realising that I’ve only got two days to write it in, only to waste one of those days, and end up with a single night. I don’t really know how I feel about university at the moment. To some extent, things here are becoming ordinary and routine. I don’t feel so lonely any more, and although to some extent, it’s a good thing because therefore I don’t feel quite as unhappy, but I can’t help but be afraid that I am simply getting used to it. I have some good friends at home and online that make me feel better about myself, and about things here, but it’s difficult being far away from the people I care about.

One exciting thing which has happened to me in the past few days is that I got to try the new LG Viewty/ KU990 cell phone. As a promotion, LG representatives came to my university with the offer of lending people a phone for a few hours to trial. Of course, being a bit of a nerd, and thinking of buying a Viewty anyway, I got overexcited about this. All I had to do was let them copy my bank card details and promise to fill out a survey, and they let me walk away with a brand new (stickers over the buttons and all) phone for the night. I love it when companies trust me and let me try out things, and this sailed straight to the corner of my heart reserved for irresistible purchases. I swear, they are fools for not selling them there and then, because I would have been a few hundred poorer than I am now if they did. I’ll post a more detailed review in a later post. To give you spoilers, it is standing on a rung higher than the iPhone in my ladder of ‘Oh-god-I-waaaaaant-one-so-badly’ about this moment.

I want to get paid already, so that I can not only buy unnecessary technology, but some new clothes. I’m sick of old clothes and of looking boring. I’ve been playing around with a few new styles lately- they’ve been all over the place, from old-school emo to 1940s ‘retro’- and enjoying it. I’m out of touch with fashion, but that’s not so bad. I don’t really want to look like every other girl in skinny jeans- striped shirt/ band t-shirt- scarf rubbish, mainly because it doesn’t suit me. I think I just need to find a few styles that suit me and go with that. Sure, I’ll drop back into jeans and t-shirts eventually, but this will be nice while it lasts.

And to finish, a few current crazes of mine; strong Earl Grey tea, the Goldfrapp album ‘We Are Glitter’, apples, doodling on just about anything, wearing a old jacket instead of my new coat, webcomics, and wearing my hair curly.

That’s all for now.

(With a little love for the various people out there who are having a hard time at the moment. I’m thinking of you all, whether fellow bloggers, almost-strangers or old friends)

It’s cold

It’s cold outside my window

Originally uploaded by andgreyskies

Last night it snowed- something unusual for November. I guess that shows how far into Winter we’re actually getting. I’m still slightly ill, but that will probably last as long as the weather does.

I am bored bored bored bored of being me.

Eight bad habits

1.  I chew on the sides of my mouth when I am thinking or distracted. When I write an essay, I end up with lines and holes all over my mouth, which start to heal and feel weird, so I start to bite them again.
2. I move my legs up and down, and tap my feet on the floor when I’m sitting.
3. I doodle on things (especially post-it pads) a lot of the time, but only while I’m alone.
4. I never eat breakfast any more (and often forget dinner as well).
5. I’m dreadfully untidy. After a while, I tend to stop seeing the mess, so it doesn’t matter any more.
6. I flit from one project to another, rarely finishing things. My interests are fickle, and short-lived.
7. I’m either late or early. I don’t understand how people can be on time to something… on time being 5 minutes either side of the arranged time.
8. The concept of ‘deadlines’ is translated into ‘vaguely recommended giving-in time’ in my head.

Anyway, I’m in London for the weekend again, although I will be taking a coach, due to my lack of money. Victoria coach station, here I come! If anyone is around this way and would like to go to Starbucks/Pret/a pub/ their preferred place of stomach-settling beverages at around 17.30h, drop me a text or email. I’ve got a job interview (which I am not sure about) on the Saturday, which should be thrilling.

A couple of things.

It’s difficult to blog when your life consists almost entirely of sitting around in front of a laptop and sleeping. Following my resolve to do one useful thing each day (the post will be completed and posted sometime later, because I’m logical like that), I went to Tescos and forgot most of the things I had to buy. I also went to Costa Coffee, to placate my craving for hot chocolate. I like it with soya milk, extra hot, and although Starbucks is my first choice (as, apparently, their hot chocolate has no dairy in it, and I find it to be richer than Costa’s), the takeaway cups are starting to overcrowd my desk.

It’s far too easy to let a day pass doing nothing but downloading music and reading (webcomics and books). I’ve been listening to Fischerspooner and my “Good Music” playlist, rereading ‘Fight Club’ and browsing through various webcomics. Someday, I’ll make a list of those I regularly read. ‘Someday’- the bane of my life at the moment. I make resolutions and forget about them far too quickly.

Talking of resolutions, I should resolve to concentrate more on my writing. I’ve started to write something new, something sleazy and full of sex and drugs and money and filth, which should be a lot of fun (hence my reading ‘Fight Club’- I don’t want any more romance or sappy stories at the moment). My writing feels stilted due to my lack of ‘practise’ over the past few months. I still have the same old disdain for my work, and it’s not as enjoyable as it used to be. To some extent, I don’t miss writing. I don’t need the release, because part of me feels as though I don’t have the ‘grand’ emotions needed to write something effective. I guess this explains why I’ve gone running back to prose, rather than the poetry that I always found easier in the past.

As usual, I’m still thinking in double standards- when I’m feeling blank, I want to be rushing in between moods, and when I’m jolting back and forwards from ecstatic to melancholic, I always want convenient moderateness (is that even a word?). There might be something between a friend and I, but I won’t pursue anything- I enjoy being in his company, and his gestures seem to indicate that there could be something in the future- but I know that I’d be tempted to go running into a relationship (or rather- any relationship) just for the fact that I would have companionship and affection.

I’ll stick to these clear cut text-fields and instant messages for now, thank you.