6:07 p.m. - Tuesday, Dec. 30, 2003
Old entry up now
Writing when you know you can’t upload it is very frustrating. Grr.

So when did I write last? In the whistling wastes of the computer room I recall. Well, I’m at home now. This house is being bought by the owner of next door. Surely this bizarre transference of Monopoly values is not right? Does someone, somewhere have a real life monopoly board? Is my home at risk of being knocked down and converted into a bright red plastic hotel? If this street is on a monopoly board, it would distinctly be brown.

It occurred to me today that you probably don’t actually know how my life works…I mean exactly what’s going on. So here is me in a nutshell

(Help, help, I’m in a nutshell, let me out. What nut came in a shell this size anyway? Help help! I do love Austin Powers)

Well, I am 21 (hope you knew that). I’m English (that too). I am at university studying spawn of Mechanical satan Engineering. I did two years, began my third year last summer, had a hissy fit, left in January, and am about to re-start my third, and now final year. Originally I was meant to do four years (a la Bob and many other friends), but now I am going to stop at three. Then I am going to train to be a teacher.

When I started my diary here, I lived with Spira, Grasshopper and Cockle. Spira is now a town planner, Grasshopper is doing another course and Cockle is working in a supermarket. Most of the summer I have been living with my dear mother and father in the town, now I am back in the city of Mordor where the university is.

I have new housemates too. I have named them Tai, Angel and Mia. (I have to say their real names are much less glamorous). I barely know them, in fact I only met Mia ten minutes ago, but so far Tai seems like a great girl, and Angel is messier than me. I like it.

Term starts tomorrow. I thought I would be scared, but I’m actually not. Hurrah! Uni is actually quite easy if you don’t let it get to you. And, in some ways, student life is bliss. I get occasional glimpses of the fact that I am living the stages of life I will look back on and sigh nostalgically. Living it doesn’t actually feel that good – I ache for a home of my own, sometimes I think I’ll pop for wanting a baby. Sometimes I have to stay up all night to finish work. I can’t fecking drive. Having no money smells like the Camembert Bob and I left in the fridge in France. But today, fiddling with the seal on the washer in the hope it won’t leak over the entire floor as usual, drinking blackcurrant tea and crossing everything that the car won’t keep dying mid journey (it did three times yesterday) I realise that I really should be chilling out, drinking it in, and hoping it lasts. I have no kids, no husband, no mortgage. No reason not to get trashed and stay out til four. No reason not to have luxurious lie ins. Nothing to stop me dressing or eating, sleeping or living exactly as I want to. My life abounds in glorious freedom, and I’m beginning to realise I need to cherish it.

(especial thanks to la-the-sage for writing the description of my diary that brought this home. And to Lana too)

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