Right, first up, I apologise for the total LACK of originality regarding the titles to these posts. Truly preposterous I know! I am taking a short breather between writing my second Nervous Narratives essay (comparing the portrayal of madness and creativity in Michael Cunningham's novel The Hours and Stephen Daldry's film adaptation-- yeah you know the one... with the wonderful Meryl Streep and Nicole Kidman's prosthetic nose..) and chatting to Chris on Skype.
So yeah there you have it: my last month's worth of evenings in a nutshell. A struggle to type ANYTHING substantial and call it work, combined with a desperate hope that someone - literally anyone- will communicate with me.. except my housemates that is. I am growing rather sick of them (I'm sure I will come to them later...)
My countdown began with 14 days to go, so I suppose I should be rather grateful that I have lasted 7days without losing my marbles... okay potentially slightly...but enough of that!
I am rather organised and proud. Having only 3hours contact time a week can drive some people mad, but for me I have started to find comfort in little things. Like treating myself to a slice of cake or brownie from the deliciously exquisite (a.k.a. EXPENSIVE) bakery opposite my house... oh and feeling a sense of ridiculous pleasure at sending off birthday cards in time. This has become a favourite pastime of mine it seems. Only today I sent a little card in the post to my boyfriend to wish him a happy 20th birthday for the 14th December.
Suppose I should do a little shout out. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTOPHE DARLING.
Enough.
So yes, shout out over and back to boring you with my week to date. Happily I have been to 9 hours worth of contact hours this week. That is right my friends- a shocking 3x my usual weekly time spent in class. Proud. I know.
Ahh Chris has come on skype.
Adios my darlings xxx
