In which Demi is frozen in time

Waiting, I have decided, sucks. Having an uncertain future, a vague description to go off, is not enough. I've always wanted concrete answers. Vague is not something I enjoy, especcially when your future might be hanging in the balance.

Apologies for the delay, but I've not been very well. Trying to get back on track with my last two essays. I'm returning for my last term (although does it count as a term if I have no teaching...?) on Tuesday and I'm both dreading and impatient for it. Dreading because it's the last one, my final three months as a student, unless I have a massive change of heart and decide I need an MA. Impatient because I miss my girls, and the freedom of living on my own. Although I don't get perfect chicken pies served up for dinner in Nottingham with no effort, no siree. Thanks mum!

This is a bit of a cobbled together post. I'm avoiding an essay, as per usual. This time it's my Language one, which is unusual because they're normally my favourites to study and write. This one is certainly interesting, but its scale and 100% module assessment weighting is scaring me.

Nail varnish, chocolate and cups of tea in my adorable new teapot are making my life right now. With all that excitement going on, I'm sure you can understand my lack of blogging.

I feel like sherbet sat fizzing away in anxiety.

On another note, how awesome is this performance? I know Juliet as the girl who's featured on one of my favourite All Time Low songs, Remembering Sunday, so when I saw she was on The Voice in the US I knew I had to keep an eye on her! xo.

[edit: This is my 100th post. Wish it was a cheerier one! But yay! Happy blogday to me?]