On returning to the house I share in Leamington Spa with no less than NINE fellow students, my fears are that of your classic student: how many tiny mice babies will I find nestled in my washing pile? As of 4 hours and 43 minutes I haven't come across any yet... but there's still a fair few hours left in the day. Having hoovered and then vaguely given up on any sort of tidying to watch a little Vampire Diaries (I know, I know, but it's my weakness), I'm starting to settle back into relaxed (and slightly damp smelling) uni life. Back to drinking everything out of my Winnie the Pooh mug, and getting that nervous feeling right in the pit of my stomach every time I have to go into a bathroom that a young adult male has entered in the last 12 hours...
While I am totally aware that after five and a half weeks of Easter holiday I should have at least started ONE of the four essays due in over the next few weeks, I find myself struggling to recall having done anything at all in response to the vague questioning of my housemates. I know I should be preparing myself for this rather delicious exam period, but instead, I think I'll eat a Muller Corner, surround myself with cushions, and watch a bit of Dawson's Creek...
Much love and whatnot,
H x