And so it Begins

Well I’m back to university and back to blogging again. Hooray! Got back Sunday afternoon, spent Monday doing all sorts of food shopping and other necessities such as a replacement baking tray, a bowl, a can-opener that opens cans...(very useful that one).

It’s only been a few days, but already time has sped up once more to an unreasonable rate. It feels like I arrived back today, yet 4 days have passed. On top of that, the pressure from all sides has begun to manifest itself in multiple ways. Firstly I have been given my first mini-essay assignment for English Language and Communication to be handed in and submitted by week 7. Yes, it may sound like a long way away, but refer to my earlier comment on time and you’ll see why that’s a problem.

Also causing stress (and utter confusion) is finding a house to rent in the second year. It makes me despise adult life. Remember a time when you didn’t have to worry about anything like that? Happier times indeed. Now we have to deal with estate agents who spout crap about things until you have no idea what they’re babbling on about. Saying that, however, I spoke to a friend on my Creative Writing course today who mentioned that we should steer clear of estate agents and scour the papers for private landlords instead. Makes sense to me…

Next on the list is what you could call “self-made stress” in the form of various new year’s resolutions. Maintaining a sensible sleeping pattern, eating things which actually have some form of nutritional value, going to the bleedin’ gym and making big changes to my time management (more work, less play). I’m just about juggling these things at the moment, although I did drop the ball last night when I stayed up until half midnight. Nobody’s perfect right?

The final form of stress is literally…a form! One which we must fill  in to decide on our modules for next year. There are limited places allocated on a first come first served basis which should make life much more fun. Needless to say, I’ve filled in the form already only 5 minutes after receiving it and plan to drop it in at the student office first thing tomorrow. Better to be safe rather than sorry.

Moving House

Whoa there! Let’s not jump to conclusions from that title now. No, I’m absolutely not planning to move to a new house, at least, not until the 2nd year of university! That’s what today’s post is all about. At the moment I live at the wonderful Middle Mill halls of residence.

Ok, so that’s not the best picture in the world, but it’s the best I could find on Google. You’ll just have to take my word for it when I tell you it’s very nice. If there’s one flaw, it would be the weekly testing of the fire alarms. They scare the hell out of me every single time…

Anyway, on my mind today has been the second year of university and the need to start looking for houses to rent. Luckily, I’ve got some very firm friends who I’m more than happy to move in with. In truth, I absolutely cannot wait. If we could, I’d move out of halls with them right now and straight into rented accommodation. Especially if we could have small caged pets there too! I was thinking 2 guinea pigs, or a guinea pig and a rabbit, or maybe a pet snake as well… Oh, er, ahem, yes let’s not get too ahead of myself here.

If we don’t start to make decisions soon, then houses will be snapped up and we’ll end up having to live outside of Kingston and commute, so it’s important we start to look for houses now. Here’s hoping our friend Lewis is in too!

In other news…

I spent the day today at the garden centre near where my grandparents live. It may be early November, but they’ve still got all the Christmas decorations out! As usual, I rushed over to see the baby guinea pigs and go all soppy in the way I speak. They are VERY cute though. Tomorrow I’m going to visit my dad and then get the “hassle-free” train back to university on Tuesday morning.