Every time I come back to this blog I decide I don’t like the lay out. This time I’m going for pretty pretty flowers and hearts, which seem appropriate after having my first properly romantic valentines day last week. Hurrah.

Having said all that, I haven’t been coming back to my blog all that often in recent days/weeks. I have been stupidly busy at university with my new modules and learning how to do yet more fun journalism stuff. I was reporting from a multiple murder trial at Nottingham Crown Court on Friday which was great fun. I even used shorthand. The whole thing is starting to feel real now – I can do journalism, I am getting better at it, and one day soon I might even get a proper job in it…

This coming Friday I am chief sub-editor for our little newspaper. This is very exciting as I will get to boss around people (who might be people I don’t like) as well as subbing the front page and editing everyone else’s work. This makes me particularly happy as it will also be my 24th birthday that day. Hurrah.

Today I got my first ever red roses.

I was so excited I nearly cried. 

Today I got my 80wpm shorthand qualification.  I also found out I got a distinction in my NCTJ law exams. 

I am sorry, but I am feeling smug.

Now I just need to get to 100wpm shorthand and I can stop going to classes and have three mornings and one full day off uni every week.  More time to work at the aerial office, more money for me, more chance of me moving in with the man without us  both going bankrupt… 

Onwards and upwards…

For fuck’s sake. 

Postgraduate education costs a lot of money.  How anyone could possibly do it without a job (or without spongeing entirely on parents or loan companies) is totally beyond me.  But the whole course seems to be designed to prevent anyone (or, more specifically, me) from having a job. 

I have to squeeze in two working days a week to earn enough money to live on.  I manage to do this by working wierd hours into the evenings and the weekend.

However, the wondrous new timetable that takes me from now until June has me sat around for three hours between lectures, three days a week.  That’s nine full hours.  That’s one working day, wasted, blogging from the newsroom because there is nothing else to do.

If I head out into the city I will spend money, there isn’t enough time to make it home and back, and all my work is up to date so there’s nothing doing there. 

Does my head in.

End of rant. 

I like WordPress. It looks clean and fresh and tidy and I think I’ve just about figured out how it all works. A few old friends have joined up too *waves hello* and I think it could get quite cosy here.

Admittedly it hasn’t got the community spirit of old 20six but like most things we look back with fond memories, there won’t ever be anything quite the same as that.

Even so… This place will be what we make it. Suddenly I feel like a Xangan setting up a colony somewhere new… Remember that?

Anyway. I am determined to stick at this blog, but it’s been so long since I had a regular blog I have forgotten what I used to write about (and sadly I deleted it long ago with no back up). My life is not so full of all the insecurities and angers that used to inspire me to write – life is happier, more fulfilled and more settled. And that’s just the way I want it to be.

Now I just need to find a way to write it…

Today I drove to uni. I only had to be there for two hours and then home, so for once it was worth the parking fee to avoid hours of smelliness and discomfort on the stupid pink bus (but that’s another story).

So I came back to the car park, paid my £2.50, and walked to the lift thinking to myself “Bugger me, that was cheap. Hurrah.” And just as the thought passed behind my eyes my car park token slipped from my grasp and I watched in horrendous slow motion as it rolled away… and straight down the lift shaft.

I had to pay a penalty fee to get out.

Fuckers.