I have resolved to write in here again. But, for some reason, keeping any kind of diary seems to be so much harder when I’m happy, however much spare time I have. Spare time is something I have a lot of at the moment, as I haven’t been able to find a job when I’ve had the motivation to look. Most of the time is spent moping around the house, looking forward to seeing my boyfriend again, spending time with Matt when he’s not at work or seeing his boyfriend, or every week or so going to drink with my school friends. It’s developed into an odd routine, and I although I could probably find some work, it just feels like too much effort. I’ve also got an essay to do which I’ve made the single concession towards of going to the local library to attempt to order in some books- only two of which they had copies of which they could order in. It’s ridiculous.
I went to Budapest for a week with one of the societies at my university, and you can see some of my photographs on flickr here. Apart from that, and having Giles stay with me for a while, I haven’t really done much with my holiday. Naturally I’ve had interesting things happen, but I seem to have lost those at some point. Perhaps an enforced blogging would bring things back?
I’m also probably going to begin the ‘photo-a-day’ project sometime soon, and those will most likely be uploaded.
