Thursday, 15 November 2007

Happy happy

The best thing EVER at the minute is unexpected midweek sleepovers at Keith's house. Drinking tea, playing with macs and talking about doing stuff on honeymoon that may not even happen but just the fact that the possibility is even there being so exciting.

When did I get so fluffy?

Thursday, 8 November 2007

Flippin uni

I really am not an academic. I think I'll do OK in my degree, if I have to do something postgrad to get a job, so be it, but I am no academic. The whole notion of sitting in a library really musty books and trying to sound intellectual really does repulse me.

I couldn't hand in my essay this morning because I had been sick all night and would probably have driven into a ditch or something on the way up to Coleraine. I just sent a few friends a text message to tell them, and they all think I have nothing to worry about because my essays will be great anyway.

I am now point blank terrified. I KNOW I can talk for Ireland, and love newspapers and online news stories and blogs and stuff to have a pretty good idea of what is happening around me. I can argue a black crow is white, and usually win. Why oh why, when it comes to putting stuff on paper, can I not do it?