i just had resist going out with my flatmate to camden to get drunk even though she started throwing a tantrum and stamping her feet because i need to write my essay for monday and i’m a paragraph in and already i’m regretting my decision.
tomorrow i need to go into uni (on a saturday yes) to go to the library and do more knitting and sketchbook work and i’m currently trying to decide whether i want to walk round to the petrol station and buy loads of chocolate to see me through these deadline blues (i swear every deadline i get always coincides with my period and i end up wanting to kill everyone around me).
i had a v. productive weekend in terms of getting course work done, but then this morning i skipped my history class and have just laid on top of my bed literally all day doing nothing apart from thinking about how i should be doing work. i also feel v. homesick and just want to see/have a chat with someone from back home and lay about and cuddle my mum and watch history programmes with my dad and have old ladies chat to me in the street (strangers don’t just randomly have a chat with you here???) i just miss the feeling of my home and even though i really like it here too it’s just really getting me down.