uni life has hit me hard. like a brick-wall that's about 50m thick. it's literally a constant battle between pulling all nighters and then sleeping for 18 hours the next day. no in between. i'm still surprised that 10 weeks ago, little old me thought she was going to be doing all the reading on time, attending every class, sleeping at the ripe time of 10pm, with her skin on fleek, hair on fleek, eyebrows on fleek, clothes on fleek. banter. i turn up to my lectures in last night's makeup with the hangover of a century and then go home to sleep before trekking back to the library at 11pm to do reading i should have done in reading week. and nights out are even crazier. but now it's my christmas break and i'm home and i can finally breathe again.
oh wait, no i can't. i have to do more reading.
but life's great. seriously. i'm in a place i never thought i'd be, surrounded by brilliant friends and the coolest academics. and i met this mature guy who keeps me grounded and afloat at the same time. plus i'm learning about literary theories and art and aesthetic movements. so much knowledge i feel like my ears might leak glitter soon haha. it's just so cool because i've never felt so carefree and young. i'm happier than i used to be...
...but 9am starts are still the devil. that much definitely hasn't changed lol
View more
