The Worst Week of My Life

I feel at the moment, like my life has been like an episode of that BBC comedy series 'The Worst Week of My Life' It seems this holiday has been one catastrophe after another.

First we get home and I go straight back to work, which in itself is not a bad thing, just highly tiring. But we get to Tuesday, and while delivering pharmacy items for work, I am involved in a car crash. Yes, you read it right. A delightful young man drove into the back of me. There isn't a great deal of damage to the car, and I'm no longer hurt- had very slight mild whip lash. But still was pretty traumatic as was already having the day from hell. Working with the pharmacist from hell, driving for 3 hours getting very lost.
That week did not however get better, I was already ill and taking rubbishy antibiotics and so was pretty tired and so having to carry on working every day and getting shouted at by patients for things that weren't my fault were not appreciated. I had every intention on screaming at patients to just go away and find someone else to complain to, because it's not my fault I cannot help them so just leave me alone.

I thought the first week of the holidays going a bit pear shaped was enough and then christmas would be lovely. 2 days off work to relax and chill out with the famille and stop being so tired. However it did not quite work out like that.
Tuesday evening I start getting stomach cramps and just put it down to trapped wind or something. Only it didn't go away and come Christmas eve at work I am in agony trying to stop myself shouting at people for making me do work when all I wanted to do was curl up and die.
It gets to 4pm, things are really starting to hurt, mum is in Maidenhead so I tell her of my pain, we go back to work and it is decided that I will be sent home early. I go home, but not before I must sit in the ASDA car park for about an hour in said pain, trying anything to get comfy in the car... for anyone who may have seen me in this car park on Wednesday evening, I apologise for my undignified seating position... sprawling across the front two seats with a handbrake up my back isn't quite how I imagined spending christmas eve, but it seemed to work for the time.
Things just carried on getting more painful until the sickness came on :(
Christmas day arrives and I feel better, so we go to Grandma and Grandad's as planned and I eat dinner, and christmas pudding... which was a biiig mistake. We have a relapse and I spend the evening not being very well and Grandma threatening to call an ambulance... which I felt was quite unnecessary, people get stomach bugs all the time and do not call ambulances.

Anyhow, boxing day I spend the whole day either in bed or slumped on the sofa watching tv. Now today I feel a lot better and feel I may now even be able to venture towards the shower and get clean and dressed :)

Lets hope the second half of my holidays are not quite as disasterous.
Come on 2009, give me some good health please?

I do hope everyone else had lovely christmasses.

Return to the Homeland

So it seems this term has whizzed by scarily quickly and I'm already sitting at home in my room missing uni people and excited about catching up with friends from home.
However I've realised I've got so much to do, I don't think I've left time in my schedule for sleep...
I have so much uni work to do it's crazy.
I want to see everyone as much as possible, I miss you all :)
Need to earn some money so working a fair bit too.
Got lots of things to sort out around the house, like gutting out my bedroom, which is going to be a huge task just in itself.

Can't see this all happening without me having to give up sleeping, and as I don't sleep enough at uni I need holiday time to sleep.
Considering I came home from uni ill need to recouperate and try and not spend all of next term being ill.

So far since being home I've been chilling at home with the famille, been to work *snore* and today went to the Becky High presentations... which were a bit lame, just us all sitting around chatting, which we really didn't need to go into school to do. However trundled into Wycombe afterwards for some dinner and a generally quite fun evening so all in all not a wasted time. Though pretty glad Becky High days are well and truly over, there's nothing else for us to go back for... no more ceremonies or socials or anything... school is finally over. Quite a scary thought now I think about it. We're all off in the real world doing new and exciting things and I absolutely love it :)

Anyway, think I'd like to go somewhere exciting this holiday, a day trip somewhere different, after being in Birmingham and knowing that all my uni friends are in places I've generally not been to before has made me keen to go exploring somewhere new. Whether its to visit someone from uni or just go on a whim somewhere exciting I don't know. It's however not so much fun if you go on your own, so will need a willing co-explorer to embark with on this trip. Anyone up for that let me know and we'll get chatting about where our expedition will be (on a budget of course, need to have the money I earn over christmas to pay for living next term!!)

Anyway, as I've so much to do should really get on with it.
Will update soon, gotta stop leaving such big gaps between my posts. Hopefully something exciting and intruiging will have happened by then.

Inspiration

Having read Brooke's blog on New Years resolutions, I hate to say I've broken almost all of mine except lose weight, which I did, then shamelessly I feel have put it all back on since being at uni, though this of course is unconfirmed due to not having any weighing scales here :)

Therefore I feel I should try and set rather more realistic goals :)

1. Play the flute every day
2. Book a piano practice room more often
3. Drink lots more water
4. Drink less alcohol
5. Go to bed at a more reasonable hour
6. Keep in touch better with people

These should be do-able, just gotta put it all into practice, will report back with how it goes.

The Art of Procrastination

Procrastination in my opinion, is a subtle art form... I believe myself to be a master as I can never bring myself to do anything I really need to do, and instead find other meaningless tasks to do instead... this blog happens to be one of them.
I have a delightful essay to be writing about Basic Beliefs in Philosophy and I really cannot bring myself to do it. Doesn't help really that all the good books have been taken from the library grr.

Anyway that's hardly exciting news, onto more interesting stuff...
Unfortunately I'm strapped for interesting ideas at the moment. Friday we had a massive glowstick war with next door where it was the boys vs us girls, we weren't sure who won in the end, but Craig and Richard appeared to concede after a while. Amy also came to stay (Amy is my friend who lives in Shrewsbury who I met at New Wine last year :) )

Apart from that my weekend has been fairly boring, just mosied around, need to actually get down to all my work now because we're getting to a dire state of not getting things done.
Also needing to clean everything for an inspection... have currently cleaned the bathroom.. now for the rest of the house.

Anyway that wasn't all that exciting, but maybe I'll post sometime soon with something exciting to say... we'll see eh.

xxx

Mute

Hola!

As the title suggests, I have been a mute for the last week. Wednesday night last week at Risa, a little too much singing ensued and I came home sounding like a cross between a man and kermit the frog.
Voice got progressively worse and by Saturday I could do no more than whisper at people, simply no noise would come out. This of course is a huge problem to me, who enjoys talking. A lot. I suddenly realised how much I do infact talk, and it's crazy how I can manage to just talk all day and now I can't it's unbelievably frustrating.

However none of this interests you I'm sure so I might chat on about something else that has happened to me in the last week...
Which of course being me is nothing too groundbreaking. I met JK from JK and Joel on Tuesday and will be seeing Vernon Kay DJ at our uni in 2 weeks time eeee!
I learnt how to play poker last night which is quite good so now I can play, but I had to have Richard help me decide when to fold or not, so practice may be needed.

Now much as I'd love to type all night and fill you in on everything I've been doing, I must do my Bach Chorales before next door pop over otherwise I will be working long into the night.

Anyone who actually reads this, please feel free to inform me of your general goings on :)

Newness of homeness

Hello again,
I am currently writing from my new laptop in my new room, in my new flat, in my new university ahhh! The fact that we are merely at university still astounds me and overwhelms me.

I've been here now for a week and a half, and I absolutely love it. I've been out more than I ever used to at home, met so many lovely people and basically had the time of my life. I never want this to end. However, work begins soon, my lectures start tomorrow with the joy of 3 hours of composition... oh happy days. Also before this, I have to find out whether I have got into a university orchestra or not, I highly doubt that I have, but you never know, wonders never cease.

The whole self sufficiency thing is becoming a little bit of a challenge, cooking, washing, tidying and generally being places on time is taxing... My cooking is pretty basic, but I don't mind for now, I'm eating vegetables, I'm just going to get very fat.
Went to the laundrette for the first time yesterday and am still trying to dry clothes without an airer, this could be interesting if I ever do more than wash at a time.

There are so many things that have happened over the last week and a half, that I can't really do justice to here, so I thought I'd round up with a few facts about the people I'm living with and what I've been doing.

1. I live with: Georg, Kalbs, Charlotte and 2 Spanish Erasmus students
2. In the fact opposite we have pretty much merged ourselves, Lauren, Rich, Craig, Ian, Lou and Willow are pretty much my surrogate family when my flatmates decide to go home!!
3. My flat has been renamed, Bar 42
4. I have come under the nickname of Music Bag
5. There is also a: Gay Bag, Fuzz Bag, Blonde Bag, Baby Bag and a Bag Bag
6. I have drunk rather too much wine, and so must cut that down as my liver will be suffering before long
7. Music peoples are really lovely. I personally think it's something about Music students, we're all lovely- I guess we have to be, we have to work pretty closely together.

Anyway, must get off and actually do something with my day.
Will update when something exciting happens.

The clock's ticking,

Yes indeed, I am back.

You may wonder why I am writing again so soon, after I said in my last post that I wouldn't till I got to uni.
This would be because I am putting off sorting everything for said departure. I leave now in 3 days, I have not started packing, my new laptop will not be picked up till this afternoon and I have so many things still to do which are completely overwhelming me. So I have gone into hibernation and am utilising the skill I tried to develop the last time I moved house... if I look at it for long enough, it will pack itself. However I fear this may not be the case and I really should get packing. Although, where to begin, packing up the last 5 years of your life (since the last move) deciding what to take with you, what can you do without, what do you desperately need?

I would write a list, but I know that I'll waste so much time in writing the list, that the contents of the list will never be finished. I've been promising myself for ages that I will finish everything in time before I go away, I had so many things to achieve, and yet I've achieved very few of them.

I'm going to miss everyone so very much, and although I'm very excited about going to uni, I know that I'll be looking forward to seeing everyone when I get home at christmas, though having said that I will probably find that everything has changed in some way and nothing feels the same and everything will be somewhat different. I hope against all hopes that this is not the case, but in my experience of moving away from things I know, this is inevitable.

Now I must stop procrastinating and do something productive, however small this productive thing is, it must be done so that I feel I have done something useful with my day.