Had some terribly bad news today. I failed one of my papers at Uni. I’m truly, completely devastated. I can’t believe it! It’s not just the devastation of failing a paper, which is huge enough, it’s also the devastation that it could delay my trip to the UK. I haven’t figured it out completely yet, but it may delay my trip by six months. Fuck. I can’t even explain the frustration and anger inside me right now. Lets just say it’s bigger than the plane I was planning to escape to the UK in.

I made an appointment to see my lecturer as soon as I saw the result. He saw me this afternoon, he was lovely. But no matter how lovely I was and how nicely I smiled he couldn’t pass me there on the spot. So I have re-enrolled for the paper to do it again this semester coming. There’s nothing else I can do about it, so I guess there’s no point going on about it. Just time to get on with life.

The day improved when I remembered I had a hair appointment at 5.30pm. I love getting my hair coloured (highlights) and cut. It’s my luxury.

I got home to find my sister had cooked dinner and saved me some. So here I am, on the couch with a glass of diet coke, a bowl of spag bog, in my jammies, with my hair looking fabulous and ready for a night out. Unfortunately I’m exhausted, I’ll admit this working full time stuff is damn hard work. I’ll have to do it one day. But while I’m a student, albeit a failing one (only one out of four papers!!!), I shall work very minimal hours, except during these three week “holiday” periods.