Can you believe it’s March?! Holy shmokes. I haven’t blogged since February, I’m a terrible person, yah de yah, apologies. In my defence, I’ve been swamped, second year is HARD! Who knew undertaking a degree would result in hard work? I’ve had 4 deadlines in the last 3 weeks, and actually stayed in the library ‘til closing time one night! Literally got asked to leave, it was embarrassing. I tell you what is nice though, the divine weather coincided with my essay hand-ins! Thanks world.
Now, I’m home for Easter. Ooh bunnies. As usual my Pops is taking advantage of my presence and making me housesit, so once more I shall go stir crazy living it up in the Dales. I can’t even turn him down ‘cos he’s going away for his birthday weekend. I hate March for that! My sister’s on the 23rd, my Mum’s on the 26th and my Dad’s on the 29th...As you may have spotted it is the 26th today, so I’ve spent it with my Momma, bought her flowers, made her lasagne and earned some serious daughter points. Our oven’s been broken in Lancaster so I was excited to be able to cook, I even had to break Lent because of this (sorta). I had given up takeaways, but then the oven broke and I could only cook with the microwave when I was planning a feast for the house so I thought fuck it, curry time. I’m an atheist anyway. The boyfriend was delighted.
This Easter is strange though, I can’t be a total waster for once, I have another two assignments due! Wah! I’m actually heading back to Lancaster within a couple of weeks for our NETBALL TOUR, and then to get my head down working. I might stick around at home if I had a bedroom at either of my parent’s houses, but sob story of the century, I don’t. Keep dwelling on that recently, probably shouldn’t...especially seeing as my Momma is looking to move in with her fella as soon as possible, which will result in a bedroom for me, hoorah! Into a location suited for a cat, hoorah!
On the pet theme, I walked two Staffordshire bull terriers today, and saw a beautiful blue pup at the weekend. My longing for a staffy is getting worse and worse...coinciding with my longing for a place of my own, sometimes I think I’m too eager to grow up!
On the flip side of this, meet my new favourite photo...this is the reason I grow my hair:
