An excuse for a blog post...

An update courtesy of Fiona's wall, just to let you know the awesomeness of my life. Those of you who are in the middle of e-term probably won't sympathise with the dullness. Oh, may I live in interesting times...

Today I have....
got a job while wearing my silky purple dressing gown,
watered the plants,
realised my bonferroni corrections were erroneous,
failed to throw a dead turkey chick over a fence (it sort of hit some branches on the way. Also I'm crap at throwing. I'm sure no-one will notice),
facebook stalked pictures of my brother having a mental time at crazy drug-fueled 17-yr-old parties and apparently getting off with a fit opera singer (my life sucks),
made omelette (except it turned out to just be scrambled egg - how do you get it to stick together?),
finally got dressed in the afternoon,
done some more work on my paper (blooming orangutans, oh when will you leave me alone?!).

And tomorrow I might...
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nah, I have nothing.

What I learnt from University

Going to Cambridge has taught me that things will always be easy;
It's taught me how to love new kinds of people,
to make new families,
and that these will be the best years of my life.

Cambridge has taught me that being the best is all that matters;
I've learnt to hate new kinds of people,
that home is temporary,
and that real friends are not.

Leaving Cambridge has taught me that life isn't an exam;
Now I know which people matter,
to never say goodbye,
and that this
is only the beginning.

Return to joy

Lying on the cool grass, running around playing with a glowing frisbee in the dark, learning to swing two burning orange snakes (and whacking myself lots!), feeling love without remorse and breathing in what tastes like a bonfire and doesn't seem to have much effect. Oh yes and the seven hour old burger.
I'm writing this now because I'm happy. And this is important because the end of exams has only made me more likely to burst into tears at any moment. At some point I may burden you with this, or I may not.
I must remember the good times I'm having right now - that's important. Pimms and punting with Matt and Maya and in the end without John. Formal with my family. Films. Other things that alliterate. I'm having a good time - ok? Ok.
Why does love always hurt?
But I do. I love them all and this all and all that I've lost and am living and am losing and it's so worth it.

Things going along

Work is pretty much going great. I say great coz even one 7 hour day is an amazing achievement for me (and numerous 6 hour ones are excellent!) and I have it all planned out and I have motivation and I have confidence that I can do it.
So I should be pretty happy at the moment, right?
I thought I was. So why do things keep getting me down?
Silly things people do make me upset and I don't know why. We're still hanging out in the evenings some, and there's work/library-bonding to some extent, but I somehow feel more lonely than I did over the whole of Easter when there was no-one here.
I think I'm being melodramatic. A few little arguments, that's all. It's just I'm having trouble getting over a sudden feeling of mopeyness coz none of them quite got resolved. Because I was being oversensitive and there was nothing to resolve!
So. Work. Watch. Eat. Sleep.
Sgood.
Maybe this'll all be better once these project deadlines are outta the way. Oh wait - no, then there's the E word, it must have slipped my mind! And then there's fun, but then after fun there's always next year. Damnit - have to enjoy mayweek. Absolutely must. But try and keep things up now too.
Oh god emotional rants. And cryptic ones at that. Why didn't I write this in my diary? I should know. Damnit. This is all screwey.
However luckily none of it matters so it's all good. Good!