I know its been a while. Moving into the house and going to Bestival, and sorting out all my stuff aswell as doing work and helping out at uni a little bit, it's all very tiring.Not to mention last night for my housemates birthday, I got very drunk with a very sorrowful ending. Sorrowful for myself as I did something I majorly fear. And I feel so much for Irish for being there with me when I needed it most. Also I am very sorry!
Moving into the house has been both exciting and terrifying. The area where our house is isn't quite the nicest area. Yesterday we actually saw a guy with a tag. I come from a small town, where all the rough stuff is kept hush hush and at most the roughest thing to happen down my street was someone got their number plates stolen! So this is all very... interesting... to deal with. But I need to grow up anyway, especially in this profession where I shall more than likely be living in London and probably starting out in a small flat in a rough area as I won't be able to afford a nice area... This thought is just so unexciting... But hey. We all have to do it. Part of growing up.
As of the past couple of weeks, the start of Uni looming has been very scary. I've been so nervous, and today I don't feel to nervous. I just need to get my work done, and I should be ok. There'll be bad points about my work of course, this is second year after all, but I'll work it. I've learnt in the past couple of days that when I feel angry or upset, doing work and listening to loud music makes me feel a lot better. And it gets the work done. So channelling my anger into work might help this year.





xo
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