Sometimes I worry that doing a degree based entirely on reading – okay I have to pause now to inform you that one of my housemates just yelled up the stairs at me that she’s making chocolate orange cake, happy days – anyway, where was I?! Oh yeah, my degree. I’m worried it’s ruining my love for reading. I’m worried that I’ve chosen the wrong degree and that I should have done a more objective degree. I’m worried that I look around me in lectures and see a lot of people much more suited to this degree than me, especially some of my best friends, and I’m worried that I have a creative project to submit in 4 weeks when I’m not a remotely creative person. It’s got to a point when I’m delaying starting work, ‘cos I’m convinced it’s not going to be great. Right now, I should be analysing Keats for goodness sake!
My birthday’s a week today, I would normally be buzzing. I’m not. I can’t even quite pinpoint why, it can’t all be due to my educational breakdown surely? I’m happy I’m going home this weekend. Some home comforts should sort me out, as well as a big old catch up with my oldest and bestest.
I didn’t really plan this blog, it just happened because I felt despondent. I’ll stop feeling sorry for myself now and get my arse into gear, then reward myself with the well-timed chocolate cake.
P.S. I definitely just fulfilled one of my New Year’s Resolutions whilst simultaneously breaking a different one.
I feel like this guy:
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