I lay, writing this, in my bed, still recovering from frankly the worst illness I feel like I have ever had. Fuck you viral infection, truly, I hope we never meet again. The last smidge of November was plagued with this terrible plague and has made getting into the festive spirit very hard indeed but hey ho, here I am, fighting on with myself and Amazon Prime at hand.
November, as previous months have been at University, was a strange one. It's not like I fell off the bandwagon so to speak but November was a month of battling personal details. My anxiety reared it's ugly head after a night out and complications with my medication now mean I can't get smashed off my face like all of the other twenty something students (who am I kidding? They're all bairns.) I had deadlines in my life once again, suddenly realising the horror late December when I got my first marks back, although they were excellent, that University actually got graded.
I mean first year doesn't matter, they all say that. But me being the perfectionist I am cannot help but strive for the best I can do, a first is not in my sights but a 2:1? That'll do me just fine. I am a different breed, the kind that enjoys doing essays, there's something oddly satisfying watching the word count slowly creep up (something I've learned is that I never go over the word count, only under) and clicking that submit button has to be a feeling better than sex.
How have I forgot to mention I got a house (ok, it's a flat- an 'Apartment' but it makes more sense in the grand scheme of second year uni things) with my two favourite beans in the whole world. You haven't felt like such a contradiction as an adult, I'm talking mature enough to rent a house but also completely at a loss as to what you are doing, until you're in the back of a complete stranger's (the estate agent you met five minutes prior) car on the way to look at some potential dumps. You are lured in not just by the panic they inflict ("Oh yes we've nearly sold all the three beds") but the one gem they do display you snap up quicker than a venus fly trap (Alex your venus fly trap is still shit.) So yes, we picked the gem as next years dwellings. Don't judge us from your rickety semi-detached waking nightmares.
November was certainly a month of working hard and playing slightly less hard, but that does not make it any less of a pivotal month in forming my personality at University- I've met a variety of people, from the good to the bad and a few with some ugly hearts. My music taste has fluctuated more than it ever has done, cracking open a cold one with a bit of Tchaikovsky and then sending myself off to sleep to 'Let's Bury Margaret Thatcher Everyday' by Jonny and the Baptists.
Again, I said I was special.
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