vingt-huit: je crains...

I feel like I'm disappearing
getting smaller every day
but I look in your eyes
and I'm bigger in every way


I don't know why but everything is a source of panic for me at the moment. I feel so ill, I hope this is a phase. Everything was just starting to get better, I must keep trying.

I'm hoping that Rhod Gilbert will cheer me up tonight, and then just a few days and I'll be back home for Martin's birthday, I can't wait, il me manque pourtant quelque chose as Reverdy says

vingt-sept: l'échec.

Yes, I fail at blogging. To be honest, I'm too busy trying to read the Faerie Queene and trying to remember why I picked English and French to study at university. I honestly do not remember ever picking this degree, I guess I just fell into it.

But seeing as I'm here now, I might as well give it a good try.

So reading week was amazing thanks. Actually managed to do some work, despite Valentines Mexican with Martin, then watching him become some sort of local table tennis champion (I wish I could understand sport.), then watching him play more table tennis, then going to the opticians, then getting new glasses, then having a 24marathon with my cousin Beckyy, then going to Preston with lovelyy Martin, then coming back to Warwick yesterday. No I don't know how I did any work either.

But to be fair, thinking about it, last term I had no free weekends and still managed to get ahead with work. I guess me being a freak when it comes to getting work done in time is quite good, especially when you want to avoid stress and have time to see your boyfriend. So I should never complain about work. But I still will.

4 weeks until Easter holidays. Gosh this year has gone so fast, I don't even know where I am anymore

vingt-six: l'université.

Wow I am really bad at blogging.
My room at university looks out onto this pond/lake thing, the ducks and geese wake me up all the time with these incessant quacking/squawking sounds. Irritating much.

I never expected to miss Burnley, but then again I don't think it's Burnley I miss. I miss my family, my friends, and definitely Mr Wyatt. He's too lovely

English and French is a hard degree. There's lots of poetry involved, wonderful. I do like Baudelaire though.

Anyways, so next week involves:

Monday - obligatory make a fool of myself day in my French Oral Class then sleep forever

Tuesday - one lecture day where I attempt to do all of my work, lovelyy. Free film night with casino games, drinks and quizzes, thank you Warwick Student Cinema.

Wednesday - one seminar day where I again try to do work. Flat meal, we're actually going to cook something good and wholesome. Of course I was on buying wine and chocolate cake duties

Thursday - I hate Thursdays. They're always rubbish. Howl's Moving Castle is on at the SU cinema though, this will cheer me up

Friday - horrible day with horrible classes. This will be packing day, as on Saturday I'm coming home for reading week, ohhyess.

I might actually make an attempt to update this now, wouldn't that be fun.

P.S. I got twitter. HA