Synonymous With Fear.

This week, one of my friends celebrated her 21st birthday. It was amazing: Sex and the City themed, held in a club she'd rented up and giving us all the chance to catch up after barely seeing each other over the past few weeks, due to various deadlines and unscheduled meltdowns. It was a great night out, with chocolate cupcakes and confetti on the tables. It was also timed perfectly, in the last week of term, just before things got crazy, as they suddenly did yesterday. Essay hand-in yesterday afternoon, followed by essay feedback today was enough to send me into a spin and have an absolute meltdown. After tears and terror today, I got the news that my dissertation proposal had been approved and I have a fantastic supervisor for when the writing must begin. However, the time for work has truly arrived and as of tomorrow, I need to put my fear and panic behind me.

Motivation - Where Are You?

I spent a long time looking forward to the days when I could be in control of at least the majority of the essay questions I was writing for. Now I am very much in a 'be careful what you wish for situation'. I am currently searching for motivation, which has been playing games with me these past few days. It comes in short bursts and then disappears as quick as it came. Lots of tea and snacks are in order over this next week; there is a lot to get done before the official end of term. In a bid to make the stack of books on my desk seem more appealing and bearable, I have created a brand new, especially for Spring semester essays, playlist which includes a bit of everything, from No Doubt to Tinie Tempah. After the burst of lovely weather over the past few days I can officially say I cannot wait for summer, and those few weeks where I have nothing to worry about and can indulge in a book for myself, and not rip it to pieces for the sake of an essay and a grade.

Lip Biter.

I've noticed in the past few days while sitting in front of my computer and the pile of books that are mounting up on my desk that I bite my lip when I am trying to concentrate. To be more specific, when I am in that awkward stage of working where I know everything I need to do and everything I want to say, but actually putting it into words is a task that I cannot engage with. In the next few days, I need to put the finishing touches to one essay, do the reading to begin the plans for another, find a way to work the book I want to write about into another AND have a meeting with a tutor as I way to tackle the one I am dreading. To say I am both scared and stressed would be an understatement. Add into this equation the excruciating pain of my wisdom teeth attempting to make an appearance, and I am just about ready to crawl into bed, sleep and resurface when all this is over, with the wish that the Degree Fairies have completed all my impending work for me.
No? Didn't think so. Best get back to it...

Busy Days, Busier Nights.

Recently, things have gotten hectic. There have been essay questions given, assignments handed out, meetings with tutors scheduled, seeing All Time Low/Yellowcard/Young Guns last Thursday night and a girls night out. This was one of my favourite nights out of the year so far, with dinner followed by cocktails at our favourite cocktail bar. I got to wear the dress I brought from COW that I have had hanging in my wardrobe for months and have a night out that wasn't as alcohol-heavy and busy as most others. It was lovely, with a whole new selection of drinks tasted, as well as a constant stream of conversation and a lot of gossip exchanged.