Spare Time

I am currently sitting in the library on campus, waiting for my English lecture. Unfortunately, it doesn't start for another hour and a half. Therefore, I am at an ends as to what to do with all my free time. This seems to happen a lot during the week, when I have an hour or two free between lectures. What I am supposed to do, on a half empty campus, when all I have on me is a pad of paper and my lunch? I feel like I should accomplish something with all this time but for the life of me, I cannot. I am separated by miles from my laptop, my work and my bed.
Lucky for some, my friend Sarah, who is sat next to me, can work on her notes for her presentation this afternoon. In a group that cannot decide on anything and she has barely met up with - but that is another rant all together.
Is this what my university life has come to? Wasting my time until lunch by writing a half-hearted blog post? That doesn't seem fair. And yet, I will continue nonetheless.
In other news, my memory stick, the one that has contained most, if not all, of my documents for the last three years, got smashed yesterday. The cord was tugged by an unsuspecting foot and the laptop flew off my lap onto the floor, crushing my poor memory stick under it. I believe I am actually in mourning for the poor thing sat on my boyfriend's bookshelf awaiting diagnosis. I cried for my diaries and stories that are now lost for probably the better part of an hour yesterday.
Well, I have successfully wasted half an hour, between writing this and helping Sarah with her presentation notes. Wish her luck and express your condolences for my dying memory stick.

Saint Valentine's Day

Yes, unfortunately we are going to talk about Valentine’s Day. I am one of the lucky ones to actually have a valentine, and I have done for the last 3 years, so I can’t really remember being aware that I was single for Valentine’s Day, considering I would have been about 15 and didn’t really care.

Nowadays, too much importance is put on whether you have a valentine or not each year. If you do, you spend extra time and money on a special day out, a meal, a present or three. If you don’t, especially if you are female, you will stereotypically be found in bed all day eating ice cream and watching chick flicks. Let’s face it, this is mostly true.

But actually, this commercial holiday has a religious basis, one that wasn’t glitter-covered.

The Saint Valentine most commonly associated with the 14^th of February lived under the rule of Claudius the second and was imprisoned for marrying Christian couples. Helping Christians was a crime at the time (ha, unintended rhyming) and he was condemned to death because he tried to convert the Emperor. The Saint Valentine remains in the Catholic Church’s official list of saints, the Roman Martyrology.

Now back to modern day valentines. I will try not to get too mushy on you, Blog. I spent mine mostly in the company of my valentine, my lovely boyfriend of nearly 4 years. We had a bedroom picnic with ice cream and chocolate and I made him watch Bridget Jones’ Diary. A lovely day spent with my love.

I hope, readers, that you have had a nice Valentine’s Day, with chocolate and silly movies and ice cream. But really, we don’t a valentine or an excuse for that.

Caution: Mad Thoughts

I feel as though I should write something. I'm not sure what. But I've started, so I might as well.

Let's see. Sunday afternoon. Typcailly it should be time of rest and relaxation before the hustle and bustle of Monday morning. My Monday mornings are not busy anymore (thank you university timetable). This Sunday afternoon has been spent watching Bones and trying to do some of my English essay.

I have a headache. My sleeves on my hoodie are really beginning to annoy. No, stupid sleeves, I need blood circulation to my arms, stop cutting it off around my elbows!

I apologise for the lack of coherent thought in this post. I am tired. But this is actually a real-life glimpse of the raw, insane thoughts of my (sometimes) working brain. I was going to put noggin, but that sounds... I don't know, almost common or something.

It's February now, isn't it? It was my friend's birthday on the first. She turned 19. Do you know what we did to celebrate her birthday? No, you don't, obviously, so I shall tell you. We went to the Jane Austen centre in Bath, because we are English nerds. We had posh tea in the tea rooms. Because we couldn't afford anything else!

Do you know how you can tell if you are an English nerd? I had a dream a few nights ago about Mansfield Park. That took my English nerdiness to the next level.

Have you noticed how quickly my brain switches from subject to subject? It's actually a little scary. And I'm not even writing everything down! For instance, right now, I have Hurricane in my head because I just watched a fanvid for it; I am also thinking about putting my TV back on to watch Bones - because Booth is hot. I am worrying over my essay because I have to write another 700 words in the next few days and I have no idea when I will be able to. I have a headache; I can't look at the screen for too long because it's making my eyes hurt.

I feel like I've just spewed all over the keyboard and I'm not even finished. Seriously guys, I am sorry for this pathetic excuse for a blog post. But, I have learned that just because you feel like writing something, if you don't know what to write about, then you probably shouldn't. Otherwise, you might just end up with this: a mess of incoherent thoughts and scaring away people. Oh, so kind of like normal then.