Wanted: A Life

Finally!! I'm free. No more exams... for now. I can stop worrying till the results get home. Now I can just sit back and do whatever the bleeding hell I want. Which is easier said than done, ofcourse. There's only so many hours that one person can sleep through at a stretch (15 in my case). To top things off, I have a cold. A bad cold. Complete with a sore throat. Eris was kind enough to present me with her sympathy, and some fan fiction hyperlinks. Speaking of which, can you please send me more, Eris? Pretty please? Pretty please on a Ducati with a leather jacket on top? I've finished with the one you sent me.

The summer holidays are... different from the rest of the year. Well, that much is obvious, but I mean a different kind of different. You can feel it in your bones. The air even smells different (that could just be the cold). It's all sultry and warm and lazy, with the occasional drizzle and chilly breeze. Not to mention three months of completely free time.

What on earth am I going to do with myself?

I could try getting a job, I suppose. Could do with the cash. I mean, I'm not a complete lout. I did try get a job last summer as well. It isn't my fault if they called me after I left for university. But I can't possibly work 24/7. It's not humane. I need time for leisure. What do I do then?

The funny thing about being at university for 8 months out of 12, is that you completely lose interest in television. Heck, I don't even care about the Saturday night movie premieres anymore. It's strange how your perception changes over time. And I can't really go to the pub down the road... not unless I have a death wish. Which I don't.

I can always fall back on my trusty books, though. Right now, I'm reading Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice'. It's wonderful. I don't know how I never got around to reading it sooner. Right now, I've reached the bit where everyone (Miss Bennet, rather) finds out that Mr. Darcy isn't as big a git as they think he is. And I suppose Eris could be persuaded to keep me well sated with a steady supply of fan fiction.

Now all I have to do is pack my stuff to go home (amazing, how much junk I've collected), actually go home, practice playing the piano, do the dishes without being told to and basically, not set fire to the house. Oh, and try and post stuff on my blog more often. And now I have officially reached the end of this post *punches fist in air, does the happy dance and stubs toe on bedpost*. Ack! I need to get a life!