I’m writing to you on the verge of my first reading week of the academic year. I figured this would be a good idea as it eliminates the possibility of me writing a blog as a form of procrastination during the next 5 days when I should be waist deep in library books, quotations and literary criticism.
Prior to reading week, I decided to give my liver a week off. I’d been feeling terribly run down recently and unable to shake off a cold so unless my mother’s speculative worry that my house has a gas leak is correct, I find myself blaming my intake of alcohol. As a result I feel wonderful! However, the amount of times I was in bed before midnight last week is positively embarrassing so I think I’ll slot back into my usual schedule this week, especially as I have no pesky lectures to get up for! Ho hum this week could go one of two ways, who wants to wager whether it will be pro-active or regressive? I suppose it’s a test of self-discipline, rather like the decision on the way home from a night out, curly fries or no curly fries...
I’ve been venturing on a vicious circle of late. I keep feeling despondent about money, or the lack of it in this instance. I’m already wary of having enough funds to buy my loved ones Christmas presents so have found myself watching the pennies. Yes I’m aware it’s only just November, but I ain’t no Scrooge, I bloody love Christmas and I enjoy being able to buy people presents that I know they actually want/like. In fact Christmas anticipation will almost definitely be the subject of my next blog...Anyway, back to the circle, basically I’ve been getting a tad grumpy due to my inability to buy myself fancy things. I know that’s the student lifestyle I chose, but wah! Websites like Pinterest and Gifted Penguin torture me. But then, after suffering from these feelings of gloom I subsequently feel guilty for being so shallow. And then, politically minded me erupts and gets angry about being a product of the capitalist system, a conditioned consumer, and finally I feel like a loser for thinking in such Marxist terms. An hour later, I’ll find a notebook to die for, and the circle starts again. Coincidentally, an essay I intend to write this week is about Marxism. Actually, that’s not remotely coincidental; studying Marx this year has probably caused these intellectual conflicts. But to be honest folks, as long as there are dresses like this around, I will have shopping lust regardless of my conscious.
So that’s the end of another whirlwind blog, I feel there’s actually a slight thread of relevance throughout to my reading week? Or is that just wishful thinking? Have a delightful week/whatever time lapse occurs between this blog and the next. Let’s be frank, a week is optimistic.
P.S. For those of you that were anticipating the next instalment in ‘the journey of Lauren’s desk’, I can happily inform you it arrived the day it was scheduled to, in its full IKEA glory: white, shiny and eagerly awaiting the attachment of it’s legs.
