All entries for March 2006
March 10, 2006
at least the sun shines in sussex
It’s that time of term again. The dreaded end to a good social life; being able to eat when you feel like it; not having to care about anyone apart from yourself (if you’re single that is). Yup, tomorrow I’m going home…
It also means that I’m edging closer to my birthday. This year I’m turning 22!! Why does that feel so much older than 21?? Before I know it, I’ll be 30, still single and well…I don’t know…something.
But obviously, it’s also time for something I’ve been looking forward to for months now. It’s nearly time for TOUR. On the 20th I’ll be jetting off to Spain, together with other equally as mad people. It’s going to be amazing!!
Have to tidy up my room; parents are coming in a few hours time. Tomorrow they are taking me to Crufts at the NEC. Clearly my idea of heaven!! I would not much rather have a long lie-in, or just relax. Nope, I absolutely love watching dogs run around a ring for a whole day. It's bliss.
So anyway, tomorrow I'm going home. Start working as a dental nurse at 8 o'clock Monday morning. Will be back on Saturday though for football :)
March 09, 2006
nocturnal is the only way to go
Some of you who know me, and some of you who don’t but are on my course, know that I had a huge project due in on linear regression this Thursday of week 10. Thinking I was being organised, and in an attempt to finish the assignment well before time, I actually started this thing about 2 weeks ago. Seeing as the assignment was only given out in week 7, I’d day that this was pretty good going. Yet here I am…I woke up this evening after a short nap, thinking I was hearing the voices of friends of mine from my course. I could clearly hear Neera say a favourite line of hers: ‘I don’t understand’ followed by Lucy’s and Matt’s laughter. Thinking to myself ‘what the hell are they doing here??!!’ I dragged myself downstairs only to find out that they had only been a figment of my imagination; they were nowhere to be seen. I felt very confused, until I realised that it must be a side effect of a sleep-deprivation I have never felt before. In all honesty I’m surprised I’m still standing, metaphorically speaking. My brain feels as though it's trying to force its way out through my skull, all my muscles ache. Since getting up at quarter past 6 Monday morning I’ve had a total of 8 hours sleep. That means I’ve been awake for 62.5 hours out of a possible 70.5 hours, and I'm still awake. This blog entry is written to commemorate the 3 all-nighters I’ve had in a row. I’ve just handed in my assignment, but unfortunately the buses don’t run after 20 past one on weekdays, so I guess I’m stuck here on campus. The first bus back to Leam is not until 10 to eight, which means that I'll probably be back home by half past. Crap, that means I will have been awake about 66 hours out of possible 74. All I can say is that I’d better get a good mark for this thing; might actually kill someone if I don’t, or break down and cry…one of the two.