As the work keeps piling up on me...

Yes, my favourite way to freak out about how much stuff I have to do is to procrastinate.

Even if I am still writing, it is not what I am supposed to be writing.

I have spent a couple of days at home, helping my Ma with some housework and stuff, giving the dog ridiculously long walks and cooking dinner. It has been fun, and I seem to work a lot harder when I am here. However, it really is time I headed back home to London town, though I think it may mean that I will become the library's new gremlin. I just can't work at home, I mean maybe if I force myself. But if other people are in the house I just want to play with them! It is a real struggle.

SO many other things I am supposed to have done this month but I have delayed or put them off, it is highly irritating. Do you ever just get that feeling that there will never be a moment when life can just simply plod along and there isn't a drastic need for something to be done?

I know that whilst I am wishing for some calm and smooth sailing for a little while, that as soon as I get it I will be more bored than a bored thing.

However, ticket to America is booked and that is something I can look forward to after my crazy schedule has chilled the hell out a little bit.


Procrastinating love to everyone.

A serious case of the Travels

It has been an incredible while since I have written. But it seems that I do not stop moving at the moment.

After coming back from my favorite place in America, I came home to my lovely house, and a new academic year. Only increasing my stress levels.

It seems there is not enough time in my days to get everything done. October involved me running around like a lunatic, getting my head around my new role at work, trying to get all my reading done (epic fail) and persuade myself to go to the gym.

All these things have happened just not in the quantity I desire. I also have to write for twenty minutes a day according to one of my tutors (maybe I should have started that on here!) and this month I have three essays to write, a dissertation to attend to, a license to get, a novel to write. And squeeze in a weekend to Amsterdam, and the another weekend in Brighton. I swear that last year all I ever did was sleep, occasionally go out, and eat.

Amsterdam was lovely, I really love the city, and despite not doing anything touristy (as I have been before) I had a good time, getting really bloody high, then having a good night with my girls afterwards. COmpletely different experience to when I went before. This time I stayed in a very nice hotel, and last time I shared a tent with three lunatics from America. (Said with love). Very disappointed that when I was high this time round I didn't get to spend an hour watching baby goats scrap with each other.

Anyway, I am home, well, at my mother's and taking this opportunity to eat cottage pie with a glass of milk (because I am a child from the 1950's) and try and sort out my life. And also use my mother's washing machine.


To travels!