A concise account of the past 2 years.

Actually, disregard that last entry, I don’t see myself going to bed any time soon, despite it being like half past three or some daft shit. I feel a brief update is in order.

I left Runshaw College in June last year with an A in Performance Studies, and Bs in English Language & Literature, and Music. Such grades mean I’ve gotten a place at Cardiff University to study Music and while I’m thrilled at the place and wouldn’t have it any other way, I’m also fucking petrified. The prospect of moving to a location over four hours drive away from everything I care about is a BIG DEAL. The longest I ever spent at any distance from my family was German Exchange when I was 14 and stayed in Bonndorf for 10 days with a German family and that was bad enough as it was. For my first year I’ll be entirely on my own in an unfamiliar city living with unfamiliar people far away from a big Mum hug and a hot meal and friends and my cats. Hah, I sound like an old woman already.

But enough about that for now, I’m sure I’ll bore you all to death with it at a later point.

Took a Gap year this time over, which has been simultaneously the most empty and meaningless, and eye-opening and character-building year of my life. I started out with the best of intentions; I hoped to work full-time to gather a pillow of money I could lean on while at Uni and hopefully keep myself out of debt as much as possible. But the best laid plans of mice and men often go completely tits-up. I got a job at the DVLA which depressed the hell out of me to the point of making me unwell, so I quit after 2 months and blew the money I’d accumulated over that time on expensive christmas presents for friends and family, which I don’t regret for a minute, but with hindsight I reckon they wouldn’t have minded had I spent a little less and kept a bit of it to keep me comfy over the next few years… not that I earned that much in the period of two months. I looked for work as a teaching assistant, which never got off the ground, went back to my part time job at the post office, and have spend the remainder of the year practicing music, improving instrumental skills, theory and academia, all very useful for university. But while the lack of anything extensively productive has made it feel like something of a waste, it’s taken me on a real emotional rollercoaster. I’ve fallen out with friends I never dreamed I’d fall out with in a million years, and permanently tainted other friendships to varying degrees; unfortunate and unavoidable collateral damage, and handled by everyone concerned as well as I could have hoped for (apart from in one case, but it’s things like this we unfortunately came to expect from Meg and is, again, a story for another time), but ultimately the friends that have stuck with me, and the new ones I’ve made, are ones that I have a feeling will stick around for an impossibly long length of time, particularly one that is 100% personally responsible for ensuring I haven’t wound up abandoned, mauled and dead in a ditch in the middle of the countryside, or possibly busking in Norfolk. A true best friend, and the only person in five years to have never left my side in the face of personal dilemma and epic controversy. Thanks Macca.

Well, the only one apart from this one.

Andy 🙂 We’ve been together since 29/11/07, and he is something marvellous. We’ve been close since we met just under 2 years ago, realised we each liked the other about half a year ago (Cripes! Half a year nearly!), ended up like this and remained so, much to my epic delight. The amount we have in common is staggering; something I only realised a couple of months in, despite how close we were before. It’s nice when they can keep surprising you.
I trust him with everything, he genuinely cares, makes me hurt myself laughing, and is far more mature than even he is aware, despite being all of a year and eight months younger than me, haha. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I like him. He’s doing exams right now, he’s extra stressed. But he’s a bright boy and he’ll do just dandily.

World of Warcraft has proven an addicting past-time, but it’s okay because Andy’s even more obsessed with it than I am. I’ve come to the conclusion, based on solid evidence of support and a lack of it to the contrary, that I’m actually the only girl in the world that finds this an attractive trait in a guy…

Anyway, that will do for now, it’s twenty to four and I’m bushwhacked. It’s very nice to be back on here, I hope I’m not too forgotten. Sleep well everybody, lawd knows I’d like to. 😀