Day 134.

Sometimes it was difficult to understand what she had done wrong. What she had said to make him leave. Why he felt it necessary to mess her around. They had all said it was a 'man' thing but maybe it's the fact he isn't a proper man that he did this. Maybe men would act like men, rather than silly little boys trying to impress their friends. She didn't know.

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For some delightful reason I woke up at 3:25am. I am quite unimpressed by this. I got home from a stressful evening of work and anticipated catching up on a bit of TV I had missed. It started well. Until I fell asleep. The second night in a row where I get comfy and end up sleeping through everything I wanted to watch, only to wake up at half 11 to the surprise of my TV being on and it not being morning. So here I am, under 3 hours in and I am bored. It's the time of the morning where you can't really do anything. As I live with my parents it makes life even harder. I can't just potter about the flat and do bits and pieces. I am confined to my room, Twitter whilst the dreaded essay sits waiting to my right. 

Uni has suddenly taken a turn. It's all serious now. Not that it wasn't so much before but I currently have essays/presentations/case studies coming out of every orifice and it's scaring me somewhat. I fully understood what I was letting myself in for. What I wasn't expecting was how much I'd procrastinate and then begin to panic when there's only 2 weeks to go until deadline. To be honest, at least I am panicking with 2 weeks to go rather than 2 days. For the most part though, I don't want to do it whatsoever. I am looking forward to when the more specific essays come about. Not this 'personal and professional development' or 'placebo effect' plop.

I have realised how amazing the friends I have made at Uni really are. Especially Stephend and Blondie. Stephend has this incredible ability to make me laugh consistently. Wherever we go, something ridiculous happens. For example, driving home from Uni on Thursday, all of us in the car chatting away, when she turns her windscreen wiper on. Now, for most people, that's not too taxing but, considering this woman isn't entirely sure how they work, it was hilarious. As she put the wipers on one of them flung off and flew by the windows to the car behind. That was it. Game over. I was hysterical. Her nonchalant 'My wiper has just flown by the car' was probably the reason for my lack of composure. I think it's her dead pan, say it as it is attitude that makes me laugh more so. I genuinely don't understand how I've gotten to be so lucky.

It's only brief as I now need some sleep.

Hannah xox