I wouldn’t be surprised if the majority of you have forgotten who I am. I’m here, I’m alive, don’t worry! (Not that you were worrying anyway, but a girl can dream.) I’m still in the depths of exam season, with another two weeks to go before freedom – while I’m really looking forward to having a good four months off lectures and assignments, in a sense I’d rather be where I am now for as long as possible. I’ll be going into my final year this autumn, and to say that’s a daunting thought would be an understatement!
ANYWAY. You have me now, and while I’m here I thought we could talk about the fact that I’m dangerously close to being in my twenties. My twenties! A part of me assumed I’d be a teenager forever. I’ve got 2 weeks left, and in that time I’ve got so much to do!
I still need to have a rebellious streak; go on a crazy diet with no nutritious benefits; hate my mum; start seeing a dangerous older boy and learn that love sucks the hard way; I need to do more underage drinking in the park; I’m gutted I didn’t moan about my GCSE coursework more.
I’m not sure I’m going to fit everything in before the 30th! I’ll report back with my progress (and do another book review soon, it’s been a bit of a while hasn’t it?)
Until next time,