She had it coming

Life truly is a bitch, when she wants to be. I don't know if it is luck or damn irony that today, of all days, the day I plan to start (and possibly finish) most of the assignments due in for after Easter, I come down with what can only be described as cough-up-your-guts-and-swill-it-with-thick-yellow-phlegm illness.
This one really is a stonker.
Over the Christmas period many folk at University complained of this 'flu' malark and "Oh my God I'm going to die" ailment, and, I'll be honest, I laughed. I very rarely 'come down' with such an illness. I put it down to the consumption of much fruit and veg throughout the year and my irrational fear of death. I haven't been ill for a couple of years and I have certainly not ever had to go to the Doctor's for such a problem... and it's not that I'm cruel, but I just have no sympathy for folk that say they have the 'flu' anyways. FLU IS MUCH A WORSE ILLNESS THAN A FUCKING SNIFFLE. I digress.
So, I'm laughing at these ill people that are all catching these bugs and whatnot because they all have sex with each other and share needles (joke), I guess you could say I have wholeheartedly received my come-uppance. My head is totally throbbing and don't even dare me to breathe from out of my nose. Generally, I hurt. I have to go to work in just over four hours and I work in a restaurant. My boss would never send me home, not after I've made ALL that effort to come in in the first place ( I DO live like, a two-minute drive away). I'll see how I feel.
Funny, actually, I heard an article on the radio yesterday about regulations for blogging and how what some people write can get them into real trouble because sometimes people are just 'too honest'. I guess you could say this is one of those posts. Although, it's not like I'm saying, "Oh I'm just so ill I'm skiving off work to write this blog and my boss is whore", because I'm not, and she's not. I don't mind being too honest anyway. I''ve already had certain falling-outs with people about that sort of thing. Check out my old MySpace blog for shits and giggles.
So yes, I don't really have much else to mention. I was so paranoid last night I slipped in and out of sleep over the space of about five hours because I was afraid that I was going to get terrors about zombies after watching 'Stay Alive'. It's actually quite a good film.
So, until I have to set off back to Cannock for work, I intend to drink plenty more Redbush tea (oh my, it's lovely) and keep blowing my nose and do the general flush-it-all-out rituals. I hate phlegm and snot and all that horrid stuff. The words are cool, though.
I went to Lush in Birmingham yesterday, so might even try to clear the old sinuses with some Ice-Blue. Lush soap rocks.
In case you're wondering why I just wrote/you just read a whole blog entry about me being ill, I wonder, too. Truth is, I'll probably be all better by the next time I post an entry so I guess if I don't tell you about it now it wouldn't be worth mentioning later on when it will be in the past tense.
The Lostprophets just started on the radio, so I'm going to scarper now for more tea.

Enjoy your day.

Work, and doing it, is a state of mind

I didn’t intend for it to be almost a whole month until my next entry. I wish I could say that I’ve been mega busy with university work, social events or even family celebrations, but I haven’t. Even Ritchie and I haven’t seen much of each other these past few weeks. I don’t really know why, or perhaps I do. Laziness is a terrible demon.
March has flown by so fast I haven’t even had time to write what day it is correctly yet, I’m always a few days behind. I have spent the month mostly thinking about the three assignments that are due to be handed in on the 23rd of April, and an exam the day after. This is the problem, though. Thinking. I am finding it so hard to get started on these pieces of work this semester, I am concerned that I’m not even going to simply pass them this time. I just about scraped through last semester so this time around I’ve got to put a lot more work in. Referencing and sentence-structure is my downfall. I will start work on Wednesday, promise.
As far as I can see from MySpace, Matt Berry will be doing another tour in a couple of months. The dates are up and the venues are listed, but tickets are not available yet, so at the moment I am more focussed on checking every day for them as opposed to doing anything more productive. I look forward to the gigs though.
Wasn’t Comic Relief on Friday shit?
I’ve been thinking a great deal about my future recently. Humorous, I know. I think that I am quite content with my career of choice at the moment, although this university malarky is going to really get me down over the next couple of years. I look at Ritchie with only eighteen months to go left of his Degree and I grimace. It’s not particularly the fact that by the time I graduate I’ll be twenty-four, I just want to get cracking now and become a teacher. Now. All this work is just silly, at least it is so far, anyway. I don’t know what Ritch will do while I’m still finishing of my studies/life at University.
My mom and I are getting on alright at the moment. I have been good to her this week, and yesterday I gave her my Mother’s Day gift: £104 to spend at Hoar Cross Hall Eden Day Spa. Look it up, the place is fucking amazing. Proper Stately Home style grounds, and when we got there there was a Bentley parked outside with the registration, ‘HRH 11’. Royalty, wow. I do love the giving. I’m going to browse EBay in a minute to look for random cool shit for my friends...
So, in about three hours I have al lecture for which I have done no work. I need to organise my sheets and reading handouts etc. for this module, as I see it’s the easiest one to do so I’ll get it started first on Wednesday. I wonder how other students on my course are getting on. Not many people in my classes really talk to me much. There are a couple of cliques that I’m not a part of, I don’t mind being left out though. I’ve made some fantastic friends this year and I can’t wait to be living with them next year, Jade, Lindsay, Matthew and Raph.
I’m off to get my act together and sort all this work shit out. To think, next year of this degree actually COUNTS, Christ.