Reading books instead of doing my Modern European essay. Ordered The Hunger Games Trilogy off Amazon today and can’t wait to get stuck back into them. For now I am reading The Magicians Guild by Trudi Canavan, not quite sure what to make of it yet as I am only on page 14, but its fulfilling my thirst for adventure at the moment. It looks like it’s part of a set as well so that’s always good. I hate it when a good book ends. I feel that if i had my way i would spend my entire student loan on books and be perfectly happy, but alas one must eat. This book however came from a independent book shop on Gloucester road so is very cheep in comparison and therefore even better in my opinion. 

The awful moment when you realize you literally have nothing to do on your Saturday night except scroll through Tumblr and Facebook and hope some one ANYONE strikes up a conversation with you.

I was talking to my boyfriend online and he said he’d be right back… This was an hour and a half ago…. I don’t think he’s coming back.

Can’t believe what my life has come too.

Just finished Huger Games.. Now going to fall into depression about how worthless my life is and how in love I am with Peeta. Books give me a false sense of hope that one day life could actually get interesting and people could actually become as great as they are in fiction. But for now I’m going to watch endless amounts of Harry Potter until i fall into a coma…

Being like every other human being on the planet and reading The Hunger Games. 

Easter holidays hold a lot of drinking and hanging out at pubs which is quite nice. I have just discovered my love for The Anchor. By this I mean to say I’ve just discovered how cheap it is. I always new it was there being a mere five minute walk from my house but I have only just discovered that on Monday and Thursday its 1.25 an pint and 2.00 for a mixer which is pretty awesome. So needless to say we’ve all been in there a lot recently. I very briefly went home to see my parent but almost died from having to deal with my sister so made a quick get away, and now I’m back in beautiful Bristol. Last night i went to watch the Banzai Slammers play football, they won as usual but unfortunately have not scored enough goals to go up this season. I think they were slightly pissed off by this, but we got them drunk and they were happy again :) 

In more upsetting news I am just starting what can only be described as the worst essay of all time, being 4000 words on dismay and despair in Modern European drama. Cheerful. I have managed to do about 500 words so far and have given up for the evening. Now its time to eat chocolate and watching Educating Essex. Peeeerfect.

I’m cursed by  the fact I’m such a worrier. I have three things in for next week. A portfolio (Done), An essay (Done but not edited) And a Performance. And even though I should go to sleep as I have to go in print my Portfolio off tomorrow and then do two shifts at work I’m not. I’m worrying instead. The performance makes me most nervous, which is unusually as i never seem to worry about being on stage usually, but the piece is something I’ve never done before. It’s called 4.48 psychosis a is basically a suicide a women wrote before she killed herself. Its not all depressing but very abstract and as much as I love it Terrifying to think I’m performing it in under a week. So here I am at One in the mourning rehearsing (by myself) in my bedroom. How Ridiculous I have become :(

So it has become clear to me. If ever i am i need of a intellectual conversation with my boy i need to get him as far away as possible from football. Any types: football he’s playing, football he’s watching or even football he’s betting on! We went to the pub the other day for a casual Sunday roast, ( turns out they ran out so we got something else instead) I stupidly suggested that we move from our perfectly comfy seats to round the corner so he could watch the game while we ate. Worst mistake ever! That was it, he was GONE. I’m pretty sure i had a full blown conversation with myself before he’d even noticed i’d spoken.

But Oh well, he payed for my food so i shouldn’t complain too much to be honest. :P