At the moment my days are revolving around three very important things: my laptop, my bed, and my purse.
The source of all my power. Also the source of my problems when I take it to uni and forget my charger, making me late for a lecture and sapping all will I had to do work in the first place. I have various deadlines, a couple of which have been pushed back into December… where all my other deadlines are. This is where my planner really comes in handy; I didn’t tell you to get one for nothing! For the past few weeks I have been furiously planning, re-planning, writing, then re-planning some more my first essay of the semester, and I intend to start as I mean to go on.Re-adjusting to Leicester’s standard of writing as opposed to ASU’s is well and truly consuming nearly all of my free time.
When you can see your own breath in your house and your clothes feel perpetually cold/damp, there is only one solution: wrap up in as many layers as your body allows you without restricting movement of limbs and climb into bed. At the moment it is the hub of all of my production, with the help of uni library whose temperature hovers somewhere between fiery depths of hell and surface of the sun. Yes, it’s that warm. Last time I was in there it physically hurt my eyes it was so hot. On the plus side I can feel my hands enough to type. On the downside every time I’m there my eyelids struggle to stay open… it may be slightly too cosy.
Christmas is looming, winter is coming and Kathryn has prepared for neither. I have presents to buy (I refuse to be a last minute headless chicken on Christmas Eve) and my coat has practically fallen apart on my back. Added to the cost of my car breaking down the other week and you’ve got one hell of a hammering for my bank account. As all students know, student loans might as well be renamed ‘just about covers rent’ because that’s as far as they stretch. And believe me, I’m not living in some chic apartment studio or spacious modern townhome. It does the job in the sense it has walls and a roof (which leaks, I might add), but the rest was clearly an optional extra the landlord passed on. Still, we’ve made a house a home with a wine bottle display and freshly carved pumpkin, and come Christmas I’m sure there will be decorations galore (and probably a sad looking Christmas tree we rescue).
For now, Happy Halloween! I’ll be at a house party tonight dressed as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (none of that sexy bunny outfit nonsense for me). Hope you all enjoy the festivities!