The crawl towards the weekend

I need to learn stanima this year it seems, as this week has been pretty damn hectic. For a very short period of time at the start of the semester I felt calm. Well you know what they say about calms and storms.

I started the week pretty relaxed, if a little bad tempered. I had tapas, and that seemed to calm the impending feelings of doom and general stress, until a 'helpful' lecture on dissertations put paid to any ideas of a relaxed week. Tuesday ended with a shift at work, then a trip to the pub. I left the house at nine and got in at half ten, but found myself watching the Apprentice USA in bed until one and I really don't think that my strange nocturnal sleeping habits are helping matters...

On Wednesday, I had a meeting about a conference, fitted in around uni work, tweeking and sending off a book review, work work, and trying to maintain a social life. Today has been a slightly calmer affair, I've been to the Lit and Phil, ate soup, drank coffee and read a few articles for next week, though I fear that I've started to prematurely wind down for the weekend when I still have a shift left at work and lectures tomorrow. This weekend will be exciting though, as I'm going to see the lovely Adam Green strut his stuff at the Academy2 and sleep. Alot.

P.S I know thid has been a very whiny post, I just want to make it clear that most of the time, I love being so busy and that my bad attitude is mostly caused by sleep deprivation. I will try and be more cheerful the next time round.

Oh Henry!

It's a full house again, with Fiona and Laura back from Barbados (Jealous? Moi...no!) and me back from  Middlesbrough. (Which doesn't have quite the same ring to it)  The house has also been rather full of other people this week, as people are coming to view the house for let next year. A part of me is quite glad not to have to go through the whole house hunting process again, whilst another part of me is already mourning the loss of my student days.

However, sadness aside, there's nothing more amazing than holdiday presents, especially when those presents are alcholic and chocolate based. Firstly I got rum, then I got rum cake. The bottle of rum is just the right size to fit in my pocket if I ever have a bad few days at the office. (Thinking ahead of course, to the days when I will have to get a proper job). The cake is meant to be ridiculously strong as well. These don't match up in amazingness however, to this:

Ok, so the photo isn't great, but I'm sure that you can still see that there is a chocolate bar called 'Oh Henry!'. The bar has nuts, fudge and chocolate in it, but I can't see a corrolation between the ingredients though, so can only imagine some sneaky Hershey's worker using this as an opportunity to declare his/her love to Henry. If it was me, I would be honoured.

Shopping

I am currently attempting to join the twenty first century. I have now joined twitter, you can find me @claire_sedgwick. I am also hoping that through said twitter, I can feel a bit less weird about writing to nobody (or somebody I hope!).

This week has been a working week, with three days working for the uni, and a bit of reading for next semester. I have, however also been shopping, where i bought this lovely necklace:



I also got a lovely early birthday present, in the form of a bag from Accesorize, whose 70% off sale could easily bankrupt me.



And finally... I promise that my next post will a bit more serious and intellectual than a post about bags and necklaces