A hellish couple of weeks

Okay, third year really is dreadful. Someone explain to me how I have been in education 16 years and STILL leave all my work till the last minute?!

However you phrase it, 3 deadlines in a week is not pleasant. Multiple nights in uni till half four and no time to go food shopping (unless it was for Ben and Jerry's) have left me feeling like a massive unhealthy dumpling to top it all off. Still figuring out how to balance stress with a remotely healthy lifestyle - I'm a comfort eater! Gimme the carbs.

On Friday, after 3 hours sleep, just as I was getting ready to go into uni to hand in the fucker of an assignment I'd been up all night doing (I will genuinely be surprised if I pass), I spoke to my mum. It wasn't a pleasant conversation, and combined with my lack of sleep, the news she gave me hit me really hard. I couldn't stop crying, and when I did, I spent the rest of the day on the verge of tears, welling up whenever I thought about it. But it made me think - live life for now, appreciate everything you have, and don't let stupid things stop you from doing what makes you happy.

So what did I do this weekend? After I'd handed in my assignment, I went and had nachos and a massive burger and didn't regret one bite, even when I was sat in my 4-5 lecture unable to move. I spent some time with one of my best friends and she even roped me into going round and doing her eye make up for her for her date night. I'm so painfully single this is the closes I've got to a date since I broke up with my ex in March - I really wish I was exaggerating! I spent £90 in topshop on stuff I really don't need, but the dress actually made me feel good about my body (rare) and sometimes the only thing that will help is some good old retail therapy. It's a thing, it really is. And I slept. Alllllll of the sleep.

The sleep led to two things - a ruined sleeping pattern (hence why I'm writing a blog post at 1:46am) and a dream that got me thinking. In this dream I was running for Freshers Week Organiser at my university. I've now been involed with a RAG crew and a Freshers crew and I have to admit it really has changed my life - I love everything about crew environment (I may even do a whole post about it!) and I'm considering running for RAG supervisor this year - gulp. But I've never even thought about running for organiser until this dream - maybe it's a sign?! There's a full year between now and when I'd have to run for it, but who knows. I have to admit, I'm really impressed with the theme my subconscious came up with, I even wrote it down!

So in summary - third year is hell, I need to figure out how to be healthier, but i also need to stop worrying about stupid stuff like gaining a couple of pounds and be grateful for my health. Oh and retail therapy is SO a thing.

My housemate and I also caught someone having sex in the toilets at uni as we were leaving at half four in the morning after doing our assignment - awkward.

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The Beginning...

'The beginning' is actually a terrible name for this blog post, as I'm not at the beginning of my degree, but 'The middle' just didn't have the same ring to it. I'm currently a third year student in the north of england who wanted a corner of the internet to call her own, mainly to document the slow yet steady descent into hell that third year is already turning out to be. 

So here we are, yet another form of procrastination - just what I needed.

I'd like to say this won't just be me complaining about my work load and how poor I am, but it probably will be.

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