So, I turned 29.
And I finished my last Semester 2 as an undergrad.
I’m not sure which makes me more nervous, to be completely honest. The last assessment for my first semester project nearly killed me, I swear. I think, all up, it had to be 30,000 words, and took me until 3am to finalise. And then 10 minutes before I was going to present? I got an approval for an extension due to illness. I went ahead and did it anyway, because no. I did not want to wait another week with it hanging over my head.
I think I left my body during it, actually. But it’s done. And I can’t have screwed it up too badly. I don’t think.
My birthday was on November 7th, and a very quiet day. Mum came down and we had an amazing lunch, and Mum brought me some small gifts. The rest of my gifts (most of which are books! ) and my official birthday cake will occur when Mum and I can coordinate (pizza, salad, champagne and cake!)
Right now, I’m taking ten days off to relax – something I sorely need to do. Maybe write some bad fan fiction, and do some bad fanart? Something with no academic or profitable value
Today was a very strange day. Like, it wouldn’t have surprised me at all if I had walked outside, and discovered that the sky was green, the grass was purple, and it was raining jelly beans. There wasn’t anything specific, just a feeling I had.
My lecture was a dud, though I was hunting for a specific pair of shorts (for those playing at home, Gorman x Walala’s It’s All Rice shorts – I regret not hitting that collection like a damn asteroid), and Mum called the stores, tracked me down a pair, and purchased them for me. They’ll be waiting under the Christmas tree for me this summer
I’m making the pilgrimage home tomorrow morning, to see my mum, since I have no other classes this week. Though, those plans were made last week – right now, I’m wishing I reserved tomorrow for lazing around like a sloth. I think it’s the weather.
I have anxiety and depression; and when I have bad periods, time seems to disintegrate. I can spend weeks doing little more than reading and basic functionally. The weird thing is that I don’t actually notice I’m doing it; it takes me weeks to realise it and everyone around me is ‘…duh.’
So, my uni break consisted of watching Archer (definitely been added to my favourites list), doing a little fic writing, and generally over-thinking my entire life. So, not exactly the relaxing break I was hoping for. Now I’m back at uni, and I’m trying to piece myself back into a functioning human being. I mean, I’ve started a sort-of bullet journal for my honours year at uni (let’s ignore the fact I graduate next year. It scares the living hell out of me), and I got a super cute haircut. No, seriously, I had my fringe cut and I was so worried, but I actually kind of love it.
Now I am going to go crawl into my bed, which is currently obscured by a giant pile of clean washing, and sleep with the hope that when I wake up tomorrow it won’t be Monday and I won’t have a 10am lecture.