Plus, I'm sitting here in my oversized flourescent orange pyjama top, with no makeup on, and eating coffee yoghurt. I am no authority on beauty or fashion at this specific moment in time. Here's what's been going on in my non-internet life of late.
Turns out we were dropped in Rugby in the Midlands and depended solely on the kindness of strangers and hitchhiking. After getting off to a flying start, we ended up stuck in Heathrow's Terminal 5 for two hours before a couple took pity on us and dropped us at a petrol station in Staines. From there the unimaginable happened when a ex-Southampton English Literature alumnae was driving past and offered to drop us on the uni's doorstep. It was nothing less than amazing, she offered up plenty of English advice and even helped plan an essay - it was one of those crazy surreal moments where things went from the worst scenario imaginable to the best. Me and my two future flatmates came Third overall, making it back in seven hours but narrowed it down to two for all the challenges we completed. And we won Best Dressed, if only I could wear my Cinders costume everyday. Sigh.
Essays, essays everywhere. Remember the time I moaned about how un-photogenic my uni room is? (See my 10 Problems All Student Bloggers Will Understand post for details) Yes guys, this is what late-night essay writing looks like. It's not a pretty sight. All fluorescent lighting and ugly desk. But hey, it's been my reality the past few weeks - it was only a matter of time before it featured on the ol' blog. This is what the life of an English Literature student actually looks like - forget those romanticised Tumblr images of girls tucked up in cosy jumpers, sipping tea, and reading the classics. If only. But hey, I have five months for Summer to recreate those images. It's not all doom and gloom. Eight days and I'll be free, eek.
If you're following me on Twitter, then you might have noticed that I've been having a bit of an Adele moment the past week or so. I stumbled upon this video of her performing at the Royal Albert Hall and I've been kinda obsessed ever since. Even when I'm not a complete emotional wreck, I can still appreciate a good Adele tearjerker. Her covers of 'I Can't Make You Love Me' and 'Make You Feel My Love' are stunning, there's no other way to describe them. Since I can't write in silence, these covers will be blasting out of my uni room for the foreseeable future.
Come the 14th and posts will become a lot more regular and I'll have all the time in the world to devote to my beloved blog. But for now, uni work has to come first. It's sad but I swear I get separation anxiety when I'm away from the bloggersphere for too long - I promise I'll be back soon.
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