I feel I should be able to...
equate 'student' with 'party-animal', although in my case it's definately more 'hermit' or 'recluse'.
(Then again I guess more often than not I have bypassed living my legal-drinking-age-going-out-clubbing-teenage-years and headed straight to middle age. Hello Midsummer Murders, Grand designs and Cookery shows, ironing and enjoying nothing more than a glass of wine and a good book. Wow aren't I boring?!)
I'd like to write a poetic, eloquently written piece putting the world to rights - but this is me, and I don't take time to think of better, more appropriate words, if all else fails, use 'thingy' or 'wotsit'! I write as I think, and therefore it often becomes a scrawl across a page (or in this case your screen) as I attempt to type fast enough to get all my ideas down. I flit from subject to subject in my posts because, unfortunately, that's how my mind works. Which is probably why my concentration level is so... what was I writing?!
I've been sat here a good hour or so doing revision - which is good for me! But I feel drained, not drained as in tired, but as in intellectually. I don't want to be learning Latin and origins and insertations of muscles... I want to be doing something creative, something stimulating, something that isn't writing lots of words and looking at diagrams! Bake a cake, go for a walk, listen to music, watch the news, doodle (or attempt to draw a picture), tidy... I haven't done any of this since I got back, and I doubt I will until Easter. I guess writing this is my only creative outlet at the moment.
I think I need to take time out for myself, or I'll go stir crazy and murder the next unpleasant, unhygienic, unsociable weirdo that I live with. - (Saying that, I am quite fortunate, it could be worse; they could be loud, and inconsiderate, and on the whole this is not true for any of them.)
I have 9 weeks until my exam. 3rd May 2011. I HAVE to pass, I can't progress to next year otherwise. So my only option is to become a recluse, only leaving for lectures and meal times... at least I will save some money I suppose!
Talking of money, thank god for an interest free over draft. I'm even too poor for primark - it sucks to be me right now! But once again this is a means to an end. A very interesting end, and one that I wish to be at. Right now.
Guess I should be getting back to my revision.
Ciao!
Xx
Labels: being a recluse, money, murder, revision

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