Well, I'm not quite as fabulous as Freddie, hard as I try. For a start, I haven't updated this thing in ages, to my abject shame. Given it's been so long, I wish I had more to write about. I've been consumed by work, as you can see:
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| The ProPlus in the background being the one thing that kept me from collapse. |
However, as of 12:01pm, Tuesday May 14th 2013, I left the world of higher education and officially joined the ranks of the unemployed. I thought I'd enjoy being a lady of leisure, but so far it's been bitterly disappointing. I seem to spend most of the time drunk, hungover, or trying to restore my sleeping pattern, which has been completely and utterly annihilated by too many nights spend staring at my many essays until my vision went blurry. It would have been nice to learn how to manage my time effectively before it stopped mattering, but oh well. You win some, you lose some.
Anyway, now I have absolutely nothing left in my life, maybe I'll fill it with achieving some of these goals of mine... or maybe not. I've done a crappy job so far. However, not for nothing is this post called 'Another one bites the dust'. One more goal has been ticked off my list, ladies and gents. Myself and my baker friend went to donate blood a few days after dissertation hand-in. It wasn't actually anywhere near as bad as I'd feared, though there were a few hairy moments. The first was when my blood mysteriously stopped flowing altogether, which, let me tell you know, is quite alarming, particularly when you end up surrounded by clinicians all wearing looks of concern. Eventually it transpired to be an errant clamp, so it was a relief to know that I'm not actually dead. However, the hairiest moment of all was probably a couple of days later, when I came dangerously close to passing out after an overwhelmingly steamy shower (oi oi). Having said that, that might have been down to my hangover.
Let it be known, ladies and gents, that drinking the best part of a bottle of wine, accompanied by a large amount of vodka, is not a very good idea the day after having a pint of blood drained from you. Actually, it's not a great idea anyway.
On the bright side, I got a nice war wound:
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| SAVING LIVES 2k13. |
So, what else is going on? Well, now that university's over for good, I'm feeling sort of... bereft. I'm not really sure what to do with myself. I've started job hunting, though most of my efforts have been sabotaged by my complete inability to turn down alcohol. I keep intending to go in to town, but then drinks happen and several hours later, the shops are closed and I'm so wrecked nobody would hire me anyway even if I was the last person on Earth. This blog has become not so much a documentation of my achievements as an alarming insight into my drinking habits, not helped by the fact that my Eurovision party last night descended into mayhem.
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| Don't be fooled. Behind the scenes was carnage. |
Oh, Eurovision. I don't understand why you exist, and the endless bitter humiliation when even geography cannot guarantee us points is almost too much to bear, but for all your shitness you are wonderful and I love you. Even if you alone are responsible for how rotten I feel right now. On the bright side, I think I made a new friend in my bathroom floor.
Other than that, there's not a whole lot to report. I need to start taking job hunting seriously, I need to start running properly again because I've been a lazy son of a gun, I need to write to my grandparents... basically, I need to do everything.
Then again, I could go out for a few drinks.
