collegeI keep telling myself I am going to get back to blogging, and regularly, but as with everything else, it never actually happens. Maybe I will. Its the New Year in twenty-something days; a time for resolutions and life changes and all that jazz. I always set myself tens of resolutions though, and generally don't even begin them, never mind stick to them. We will see.
It's 6:06am. Too many sixes. Not good. Especially not good when you and a friend have recently discovered the backmasking of Led Zep's 'Stairway to Heaven' and it's freaky messages of Satan. Seriously gave us the creeps. It's completely plagued me for the last couple of days.
It's now 6:07am. Better. Six in the morning and I haven't slept yet. My sleeping pattern is messed up. It always has been, to an extent. I have no idea why I keep myself up so late. I'm just not tired right now. I feel like a total insomniac at night time, though once I'm asleep, and come 'morning', I'll not be able to wake up for the life of me. No doubt it'll be mid afternoon by the time I wake up now. Probably be dark too. That's the most depressing thing.
I've written drips and drabs here over the last what, two years or so? Started when I was at college, getting ready to apply for university. Now I'm in my second year. It's good. I'm still enjoying being here. Except I have no idea what I want out of it. I'm doing a degree in film and television, and have recently come to the realisation that there is no way I'm ever going to manage to get a job in that field. I'm not even sure I'd want to. Sure, if some big Hollywood hot-shot came and offered me a job of directing the next big box-office blockbuster, I'm sure I wouldn't say no. But how likely is that to happen?! Can we say Pigs might fly? At the moment, plan B is to become a primary school teacher. Once I've graduated, I can do a one-year teaching course, then I'll be qualified to do so. Or so I believe. That is Plan B. As for Plan A, I have no idea.
It's Christmas soon! I can't wait. All my presents are wrapped up, practically. I love wrapping. I like to try and upstage everyone else's by wrapping mine the nicest. Haha
I get to go home in a week. Normally I wouldn't be so bothered, but lately I've been missing the place, good ol' Rotherham, and all my family. I was only there two weeks ago too. It shall be nice to be able to spent three weeks at home, in a nice warm house, with nice cooked food and of course, christmas presents!Last year I was staying in Student Halls. This year I'm in a private rented house with two of my friends, in the middle of town. It was great to begin with, but now, quite frankly, it sucks. It's cold, and that is the main thing that has put the three of us off it. It's the top two floors of a big old Victorian townhouse. Big houses are notoriously cold, and hard to warm up. Especially so as we don't have central heating, only electric heaters, which are expensive, and being poor lowly students, we naturally do not have the money to pay for the electricity bill *which will be huge anyway*
I'll leave it here for now. It was a bit random, I admit. Maybe I'll be back very soon. Who knows..
