... of me

... of me. This is simply just me, my life, what I do, have done, will do. A diary perhaps, where I will voice my opinions openly, which could be fun.

Monday, 13 June 2011

About time...

that I blogged again...

To say I have no job and not tonnes of work to do over the summer why do I feel so damn stressed? No more travelling backwards and forwards from Dudley to Derby to Mansfield and back again now that my work experience is complete. So why does my head still feel like it has a thousand and one things to think about?

Money! Money is thin on the ground after the first year at university, with even more money leaving the account to pay rent on a new house. Guess I'm not eating for a while; good job I've started my diet. Probably about time I did considering the 3 and a half stone I need to lose.

I sit here now in the quiet carriage on the train contemplating how on earth I can find a job that isn't on a voluntary basis. I officially can't afford to just help oput in hospitals and do weekly radio shows and what not.

On a much brighter side I feel so much more confident about myself after finally writing and recording voicers with few or none criticisms (even if it did take all morning). Over the last four weeks I've come a long way from the university student that turned up worried about interviewing strangers and scared of answering the phone.

Soon I will be home for the summer (right after the stress of Birmingham New Street to catch a connecting service- http://kellymariereviews.blogspot.com/2011/06/trains.html). Shopping tomorrow with the Grandmother; I say shopping, its more of lunch and wandering around town window shopping due to the lack of funds.

I am currently waiting for the return of my beloved companion... my laptop. I need to blog more regularly because at present I am writing in a Pukka Pad with my precious pen from Paperchase (by the way, I absolutely love stationary).

I would try to continue writing for the rest of my journey to New Street but considering I'm already starting to waffle I best stop before I lose like the whole three people who occasionally read the crap that I write.

Over and Out x

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