I’m slowly getting a grasp on what I’m doing, very very slowly. There are decisions that I’m having to make now that I should have made a month, two months ago but if I can claw my way through the politics essay then at least that will be something. I want to do an essay on female genital mutilation but I’m waiting for the title to be approved ( Read more... )

I’m annoyed because I would have quite liked to be alright at this point, but for some reason there seems to have been a slight regression and I’m trying to work out what it is. I didn’t want to be at Alex’s today, with Ander overexcited and hyperactive and full of too-milky chocolate (my chocolate snobbery has only been increased by Coco in ( Read more... )

I’m sitting in Kate’s house, Luxembourg. It’s open plan, and stone and wood, and there is a cat (splodge) asleep in a bagel shape on a chair over in the corner. I am lounging in my pyjamas, and I presume that Kate is still asleep. Seeing that unless there is any motivation otherwise, she generally sleeps until 2pm, I’m trusting my instincts and ( Read more... )

After a minutely turbulent 48 hours, I feel settled again, or at least settLING. This can never be a bad thing. Clearly everything will be thrown up again by the chaos of London,which I’m not looking forward to in any over hyped glamourised sense but instead because I will be able to see people to whom I own some seriously quality time ( Read more... )

Yeh, it’s got a lot better already, since I came on, since I got lots of shit out of my system. Writing the first of a few monologues for ACAS Culture Festival felt like something of an actual achievement and refreshingly, I’m frustrated with the Writing for the Theatre course because Bill’s stimuli seems really clichéd and basic. But then, perhaps ( Read more... )

I didn’t realise that I had SAD to this extent. The sun came out in Brighton and I suddenly felt a lot better. It’s the fun fun week of premenstrual hell, during which it seems not without justification to freak out in the kitchen over the fact that neither kettle was working and I just wanted a fucking cup of tea- tea being the great (stolen) ( Read more... )

Yeh, it’s interesting. I’m waiting for everything to kick off and I’m enjoying seeing everyone again, realising how genuinely lovely people are. For example, Justin and I were doing massages today at the ‘LGBT Detox’ morning and I was watching his movements, amazingly gentle and very focused. Something I should really aim towards in my own massage ( Read more... )

I’m happier in Brighton. Or at least, not living at home with my parents is immeasurably relieving- no scrutiny, no assessing, no guilt. It’s simpler and I can think about other things. I was cleaning the kitchen at 1am and Jez and Lloyd came home from the pub, and it seems that to a large extent everything is as it was. New terms at Sussex are ( Read more... )

I don’t know. I will probably leave tomorrow. Halfway through packing the accumulation of things that I suddenly regard as necessity in the Brighton house, and clearly this is going to be what they refer to as a mission. But then, it always is, and at least it is not a repeat of last summer, three trips back and forth to London to clear out the ( Read more... )

I need to get out of the house and clear my head ( Read more... )