Keep Calm and Carry On

Things are looking a little bleak.

First. I broke my bed. Now, this sounds hysterically funny - and when it first happened I was killing myself with laughter. But after you've spent several nights in a weird bow shaped position, you'll get why I'm upset. Cheap crap student accomodation furniture. It wasn't even as though it broke because of a damn good shagging - I just sat down on it, there was an almighty crack and I sank about six inches.

Secondly - money. Money, money money. I don't have any. I'm slowly eating in to the cash my parents tranferred over for a deposit for a house next year. So I'm going to have to get a job. Joy.

In fact, thyis student life, while being fun, isn't all it's cracked up to be. This isn't the other side of the rainbow. Same side, different place, is all.

While I love the novelty of it all - new places, new bars etc, I miss being able to go into a bar and see people I know. More than that, I miss being able to go into a bar and seeing people I know and have the opportunity to shag, if I just ask.

Perhaps this is just come-down.

Perhaps I still have unresolved 'issues'.

Anyway - I have to go and attend a lecture on Thermodynamics now.

Don't wait up.