As soon as exams ended I thought, 'Phew, now I can get on with my busy sexing and blogging lifestyle.' What has ensued has been almost two months of alcohol-infused antics. There were two days where I very optimistically wrote and published two posts back to back. In fact, I wrote them at the same time and then waited a day to post the second one so that it would appear as if I was starting a daily trend. Nay. Instead I got sidetracked by parties and BBQs and friends coming round all the time to catch up. One friend came over and asked if she could check her email on my computer.
'Yeah, sure.'
She opened the laptop. 'What's the password?'
My mind quickly raced around what I had been doing last on the computer. Email? Facebook? Blog?? I panicked. 'Oh, let me put that in for you.' I became suspiciously spy-like, snatching the computer, putting it in my lap and quickly tapping in the password. The screen lit up to my email. I quickly scanned through the other windows open to find a half-written, half-coherent (I think I may have been drunk when writing it) blog entitled 'Heart of Glass.' It was also the last song playing on iTunes and the post is an ode to The Ex. It isn't finished. Mostly because I'm usually in too good of a mood to sit around and rehash what a crap boyfriend he was.
*Sidenote: he's an equally crap Ex-boyfriend as well, as he called yesterday to ask if he could have some of his stuff back. Since he's holding stuff of mine for ransom until I oblige, I've been forced to go through boxes of things packed away to find a fucking England jersey! My spite overshadows my patriotism sometimes and I sent some bitchy text along the lines of 'Too bad, hope you didn't have too much riding on that one xx' when England was out of the World Cup. The Ex ignorantly bets on England no matter what and I took his silent reply as a good indication that it had been a bad day for him.
Laptop. Password. Blog post. I saved it quickly under some random file that no one would think to look in, closed out Microsoft Word, opened up the web browser which I don't use for the blog (Safari - buisness, Firefox - pleasure) and let her have at it. Luckily we also have a family computer that I can usually direct guests towards.
Anyhow, it is for said lack of personal space that I am unable to post on a day to day basis. Also, I think I've developed adult A.D.H.D which prevents me from doing any one activity for too lon- ooh, shiny ...
Right now I have three saved posts which are half-finished. Halfway through writing one I thought, 'This is fucking ridiculous,' and closed it out and started a new one. An hour later I decided the first one was actually okay. I started writing it again and then I was hungry and made toast. Then Grey called and we talked about our plans for the weekend for about half an hour then I glanced at the half-written post, decided it was crap all over again, and started writing this.
I don't know about other people, but when I don't have a daily schedule I become very sloth-like.
'Yeah, sure.'
She opened the laptop. 'What's the password?'
My mind quickly raced around what I had been doing last on the computer. Email? Facebook? Blog?? I panicked. 'Oh, let me put that in for you.' I became suspiciously spy-like, snatching the computer, putting it in my lap and quickly tapping in the password. The screen lit up to my email. I quickly scanned through the other windows open to find a half-written, half-coherent (I think I may have been drunk when writing it) blog entitled 'Heart of Glass.' It was also the last song playing on iTunes and the post is an ode to The Ex. It isn't finished. Mostly because I'm usually in too good of a mood to sit around and rehash what a crap boyfriend he was.
*Sidenote: he's an equally crap Ex-boyfriend as well, as he called yesterday to ask if he could have some of his stuff back. Since he's holding stuff of mine for ransom until I oblige, I've been forced to go through boxes of things packed away to find a fucking England jersey! My spite overshadows my patriotism sometimes and I sent some bitchy text along the lines of 'Too bad, hope you didn't have too much riding on that one xx' when England was out of the World Cup. The Ex ignorantly bets on England no matter what and I took his silent reply as a good indication that it had been a bad day for him.
Laptop. Password. Blog post. I saved it quickly under some random file that no one would think to look in, closed out Microsoft Word, opened up the web browser which I don't use for the blog (Safari - buisness, Firefox - pleasure) and let her have at it. Luckily we also have a family computer that I can usually direct guests towards.
Anyhow, it is for said lack of personal space that I am unable to post on a day to day basis. Also, I think I've developed adult A.D.H.D which prevents me from doing any one activity for too lon- ooh, shiny ...
Right now I have three saved posts which are half-finished. Halfway through writing one I thought, 'This is fucking ridiculous,' and closed it out and started a new one. An hour later I decided the first one was actually okay. I started writing it again and then I was hungry and made toast. Then Grey called and we talked about our plans for the weekend for about half an hour then I glanced at the half-written post, decided it was crap all over again, and started writing this.
I don't know about other people, but when I don't have a daily schedule I become very sloth-like.
As in I conserve as much energy as possible (usually by sleeping as much as possible), smile a lot (usually because I'm drunk), and wear sunnies (because it's summer and in theory I should need them).
Without the structure of uni life I am a bit worthless. Last summer I had a full time job, which bored me to tears. In May I thought, 'Not again!' I would not give into the corporate world that so many of my fellow Oxbridgians desperately want to join. J.P. Goldman or whoever can have his desk job, I thought. I want a job outside! This was during the height of summer optimism, when the weather was nice. Now that it is gloomy and raining off and on I find myself in bed until midday and watching the BBC news channel for hours at a time (even though it is essentially the same six stories on repeat. I'm onto you, BBC news.)
See, I can do 'very busy.' I can't do 'loads of time on my hands,' because if I have all day to do one thing, I won't do it for about a week.
I am getting a bit bored of the same 'So, how is the job search going?' conversation at dinner every night. It's the weekend, so I figure 'I'm going job-hunting on Monday' will get me through the next three days. No one is going to hire a sloth-like girl at 16:30 on a Friday, Mum! These things take time. And preparation.
In the meantime, the love and sex life is going quite well. I just thought I would update you as to why I've been so elusive lately. I apologise for the lack of sufficient excuses. So far I have the following excuses for not writing:
1. Sleeping
2. Partying
3. Boyfriend-ing (or would it be Girlfriend-ing? Either way, I've been with Grey)
4. Contemplating my future in the work force
5. Conserving my energy like a sloth
Life is so very very difficult sometimes. As I have no source of income at the moment, my dwindling bank account will ensure that the most important thing on that list is actually no. 4 and thus I will hopefully return to a more structured way of life in which working and blogging will be my forte.
Until then, feel free to investigate my new favourite thing on the internet: Hyperbole and a Half
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