So, after almost 25 years (do you know how hard that is to say without wanting to cry from the shock of it all?!), I know myself pretty well. One thing I've found about myself is that when things start to feel like they're getting on top of me, I pretty much just shut down. I do absolutely nothing but think of all the things that need doing. I sit and stress and stew and do absolutely nothing. Then, at the 11th hour (is that the right saying?), it all comes together, I pull my finger out, and for some odd reason it all seems to work.
So it is that I spent all day today doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I got woken up by the dickwad downstairs who thought that 6:30am is the perfect time to play his shitty techno music. Actually, it is the perfect time if you want me to Lorena Bobbit you. Especially because I've (of course) got a cold. Argh. We all know what happens when I'm sick. Rash decisions are made when I'm sick. I like to hide away from society and only come out for food and tea. I had planned to sleep all day and then work on assignments that really need to be done before I leave.
But of course, that didn't happen. Instead, I watched TV all day.
And I stressed. And stressed. Mostly about all the crap I have to do in the next 11 days (11 days!!!).
I also stressed about all the crap I have to pack. Oh. Shit.
I'll definately need to send a bunch of stuff home. Namely, books. Oh gosh, the amount of books I bought while I was over here! Crap. And not just books to read, but bloody tourism books, like The Guide to Edinburgh Castle etc. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Something else that seemed like a good idea at the time (nay, EXCELLENT idea at the time) was buying mugs at all the Christmas markets I went to. Yeah, good work. Breakable and heavy. Just the way I like it.
Plus all this uni stuff that needs to be sent home. And shoes, although I think I'll be throwing a couple of pairs out. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to say goodbye to my beautiful tan boots. They were never designed to have to deal with a real winter, and they haven't been the same since I fell over - twice - in a random Prague nightclub. (You should have seen how bruised my legs were! Lesson: absynth is BAD!)
And now because of the fog my head is in with this cold, I've forgotten what I was talking about. Can't be arsed re-reading. So Tschüss!
1 comment:
hey sar, im so excited that you are coming home soon. ill fix all those problems for you. im so excited to see you again. i have missed you so so much. i need my sarah here so we can go out and have a heap of fun together.
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