Worst Monday. EVER.

     It's official to say that I've had the worst Monday imaginable. I woke up very late and had to do a super rush to get ready, then I left the lights on at home [which I only just realised when I came in at 7PM] and I didn't even get half-way through first lesson before my Aunt came to pick me up. I am the most ill I've been in ages.
     Things did perk up when I went to sleep on my Nanna's sofa, wrapped up in the big thick winter duvet, watching childrens programs on TV. I felt loads better when Nanna and Auntie Gill brought in a lovely sandwich from town for me, but then Nanna took me to the doctors to get an injection, which just brought my mood way back down low.
     And hilariously for me, I have to go back to school at 5.30PM tomorrow night, and stay there until 8PM, showing the Year 6 kids and their parents around, to try and make them come to my school in September. When I won't even be there, and I don't care either way anyway! What. Is. The. Point?

New York, New York.

     I've spent another Sunday, whiling away my hours doing nothing productive. I've spent more than enough money on magazines, and gained nothing but the knowledge that Camel coloured coats and/or accessories are very hot right now. I've also fell in love with the New Romantic trend, but it's a shame my hair is far too short for the hairstyles.
     Speaking of which, I've had my pixie cut for just over a month and it's grown out a lot. I have amazing gratitude towards the fact my hair grows rather quickly. I should make an appointment with Alice to get it cut again. Not that I should be spending anymore money. My purse hates me and it's more than likely my piggy bank is gathering dust. All in the name of fashion my friend and after I have managed to get onto my course in University, I will be able to pay for my trip to beautiful New York.

Birthdays,

     There are a lot of birthdays coming up (and already been for Courtney, who was 5 yesterday!) and I have no idea how I'm meant to get the money for them all. Not when Christmas is so close. At least I'm alright for my own birthday (20 days and counting!). Adam is 16 tomorrow, my Auntie Gill is 34 on Tuesday, then Adam is 16 on October 25th and Kieran is 16 on Halloween. Megan and Lucy are in Decemeber and ... Oh my gosh, I am going to be so poor by the time January comes around.
     I am sorted for Christmas though. I know I'm getting Jade's present and I know what I'm getting Mam. I already gave Megan her ticket for The Script so she's sorted. Just Lucy to think of and that'll be done. Thank God for my Mam helping me with the family's presents!

University.

     I've not blogged in so long, probably because I've been so busy! It's just revision, coursework, revision, exam over and over. I know it's good in the long run because I won't be poor when I'm older but dear God, I wish Mr Atkinson would just slow down! It's just work thrown at us from all angles.
     I did visit Newcastle University today, so, it's put a little question mark on where I want to go. I always fancied moving, to Brighton or Leeds maybe, but now I'm considering just staying home. Decisions decisions.