I'm up and working on my esssay at 9am on a Monday morning. What madness is this? This, it turns out, would be at the request of my friend. He'd better bring me something nice to make this early morning business worth it.
So, December and January. Blogging fail, a bit. I've been going a bit crazy, trying to be both social and productive. And, ultimately, achieving neither. The only reason I agreed to meet my friend at an ungodly (in my eyes) time is because I'm not sure I'd have time to see him another time. I've another nine days to write about 5000 words. Oh I do like to put myself in sticky situations.
A picture-laden post of Christmas goodies and New Year madness is on its way, as soon as I locate my camera.
Recently I've said goodbye to two friends heading back to Uni, pulled my hair out about Transitivity and verbs for my language essay, applied for my first real job on a graduate course at a massive adertising firm (eek!!) and played babysitter for some of the kids in our parish yesterday. The tiny chapel we used to attend got shut last year, due to lack of funds in the diocese, so my dad decided that we should play hosts to the first reunion of the friends we'd made there. It was a small, friendly community that my dad really misses, and apparently so does everyone else, as we had a good 40 people show up. Me and my sister entertained the kids on the Wii, and I wanted to steal away an adorable little blonde-curled four year old girl, who had been just a baby the last time I saw her, when I became lazy with my church-going at the end of school. Too cute.
Yawn. Verbs, I hate you. xo.
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