Saturday, 30 January 2010


There is bread on my bed.

It is wrapped up in clingfilm and is left over from a pub lunch I had yesterday. It should really be in the kitchen. Nevermind, it smells nice.

I'm pretty much a failure when it comes to getting work done. This could alternatively be viewed as being a winner at procrastination. YEAH. Sadly I think this accolade is not one to be celebrated. It is a massive problem when you consider that I have an 8 page dissertation draft due in now less than 2 weeks, and a max 8 page essay and a max 15 page essay due the week afer that. Hurrah. I did write a bit today, and when I say a bit I mean I wrote about half a page on Roman citizenship, if that. Woops. Better luck tomorrow? Yeah right.

Procrastination is a problem I have had for years. At school I did not have to study, I was naturally clever and seldom challenged by any work posed to us. And thus, I did not learn to revise or study. Which turned out to be a bit of a problem when it came to university. Admittedly I'm a little better than I was in the earlier years of my degree, but I'm still not very good. This is not aided by a boyfriend who will not get up early if he does not have to (he actually recommends his friends not to contact him before 3pm), but who is so damn cuddly and warm and cute when he sleeps. This results in me being unwilling to wrench myself out of bed to do any work. When I eventually do, and shower, and make-up and hair-dry and dress, and eat... before you know it it's mid/late afternoon. And then of course there's the lure of tv and the internet. When eventually I do get round to doing some work it's much later and I've wasted the best part of the day. I do find I'm better able to study in the library environment, but then there's the whole issue of getting ready to go to the library... goodness I sound like some awful lazy bastard. I'd assure you that I'm not, but I'm afraid that would be a lie. Guilty as charged. Like that? Guilty as charged, law student...haha? No really don't laugh, it was bad.

I'm not sure what my point is in all of this. Basically I can't get my head in gear, in 'the zone', to study. A skill I'm sure I should have learnt by age 22. Let's bring on the job market and the lack of essays and exams in the future! Let's pretend that the work sphere isn't stressful and deadline obsessed. Yeah, denial. Works for me!


Friday, 22 January 2010

Bills bills bills

The title of this post relates to two things.

Firstly, my driving instructor is called Bill. I had an awful lesson today. BSM has changed the car they use from the Vauxhall Corsa (though Bill had the Astra) to the 'iconic' Fiat 500. For one thing it's stupid to have someone learn to drive in a car as small as the Cinquecento, but it's also really difficult to adapt to driving a different type of car. I'm very small and the seat didn't move as far forward as I'd have liked, meaning I didn't have as much strength in my left leg to control the clutch. Also it requires so much gas! And because of this, is very sensitive to 'too little' gas and stalls easily. Was supposed to be a 2 hour lesson, but Bill could tell I wasn't enjoying it so I just had an hour lesson instead.


Secondly, the title of the post refers to the number of phone calls I have made today to various customer service hotlines trying to sort out the sorry mess that is our gas and electricity bills. Today we received a bill from Scottish Hydro for the electricity, when I'd already paid Scottish Power for it. After 3 phone calls (and doubtless a massive phone bill) I finally got it sorted out. Unfortunately our mammoth gas bill still stands. Oh goody. Also was on the phone to the Royal Mail trying to figure out why they have yet to deliver a package despite me arranging for it to be redelivered. Hopefully that has been sorted out now too.

I intended to go to the library almost 2 hours ago. Woops. Should probably head down now though, try and do some essaying and possibly a bit of dissertation. Not to mention the application forms for graduate schemes I want to take part in after uni, first one's due by Monday and I haven't started. Hate that they want me to write a creative piece about the industry, and want me to tell them how great I am and why they should hire me. Can't I just attach a pretty photo instead? I do a great little-girl-cute face!

A Fresh Start

I used to have 4 posts on this blog (a whole 4 I know), but I've deleted them. They were almost 2 years old and things have changed.

I started this blog originally as I missed blogging. I used to update my LiveJournal frequently, but tired of the scene. Not that I didn't enjoy writing, but more that I didn't feel appreciated and didn't like the utter cliquey nature of certain LJ groups I was involved in. Or the depressing fangirling as witnessed in the blogs of 'girls' in their mid-twenties. Not for me, thanks.

So here I am now, a clean slate. Ready to make my mark (or not) on the blogging world.

Let us start with an introduction.

I am R. I am 22. I am in my final year studying Law at a very prestigious university (no, not one of those two, a Scottish one. Yep, the one beginning with an E). It's been a long, hard slog but I'm finally approaching the finish line. And I can't bloody wait. I am in love with K. We have been together for 14 and a half months so far. He makes me deliriously happy, that is, when he's not acting the fool and annoying me. Most of all he makes my heart beat fast and grin hopelessly. I have a part-time job as a tour-guide at a famous (haunted!) attraction. Been there for almost 4 years, with no intention of staying past graduation. I have plans. Boring, proper grown-up life type plans, but fun, last-fling of youth before a full-time job drags me down type plans too. And I live with my sister in a beautiful flat.

But now, however, I am retiring to my bed. I have a driving lesson at 10am so should really have been in bed 2 hours ago. Not to mention a fun-filled day at the library essay-writing to look forward to, hurrah!


R xxx