Good Riddance by Greenday is definitely the most appropriate song to choose for today, because today I finished my last assignment for this year at university. I am no longer a first year and so the things I do from now on actually mean something. Eek! It's been an interesting year, the most interesting thing that has happened recently is probably my win of "the most opinionated" award at the awards ceremony at the beginning of the year. The henna tattoo I was doing during my last blog is still barely visible. (And here I am quickly going to say I have upgraded my internet since last we spoke and am now running on Google Chrome instead of internet explorer. Google Chrome automatically spell checks everything I write and where as I am not complaining about said feature because it makes me look a little more like I know what I'm talking about, it's trying to tell me that "blog" is not a word, which seems a little ironic when I'm writing this on a blogging website)
Anyway, what to write about since we last spoke. Well being me my health always seems to be of massive concern but of lately it's been getting ridiculous. Oh yes, I did get the negative for having glandular fever, apparently by the time they caught it it was pretty much gone anyway, great work NHS, yet again! But no, seriously, in the same blood test that tells me I am now rid of glandular fever I have been diagnosed with anaemia (eventually. I told them I was!) and have a long term blood reading of 9.7, again. So I'm in trouble with my doctor. Also I have been told there has been a minor change in my retinas which explains why I pull funny faces at people until they're about a foot away from my actual face and I can recognise them, so now I'm short sighted as well. I really don't look forward to having children simply because I know how much they'll have to put up with and so me feeling sorry for them on a regular basis is probably going to make them horrifically obese by giving them all the sweet junk they could ever ask for because I will feel like a horrible mother and so we go down in a vicious cycle from there. Oh well.
I've been told that kick-out date for my flat is 26th June. This is not good as I don't have a place to stay over summer but as things are going will probably be moving into my current flat-mates house with him and his girlfriend and their friends... on the 1st July. Yes, 4 days after kick out day. So tomorrow I will be going to beg to be allowed to stay the extra 4, possibly 5 days until I can move into the house I want to move into. The other problem is that the people I was originally going to move in with don't know I've changed my mind yet so I have to meet with them also tomorrow to discuss our futures. Oh dear.
Oh I don't really know what else to put right now. Since finishing off those last 2 essays my mind seems to have gone back to primary school mode and now all I can think about is watching dumb cartoons and trying desperately to draw my favourite characters in a way that actually looks like my favourite characters. So I'll carry on again... knowing me at the end of next month, but I'll try and write again before then. Toodle pip.
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