I am...

quite frankly, a shit blogger.

I forget about this thing despite my mother frequently reminding me on my facebook.

I also forget how much of my family reads this thing. So, yeah. Language. Sorry.

Hmm -- what's been on? I am headed to Dublin in about an hour, should be exciting -- new accents, fabulous.

I have a cheerleading competition in a week. Hooray.

Oxford term is over, so we're in our self-contained course now. Oxford term being over means essentially everyone is gone, which I dislike.

I only have three weeks left for now, and while seeing my family will be lovely, I really wish I could stay for the summer term. There are balls, and renting boats and floating down the Thames drinking Pimms & Lemonade (Sprite), and Summer Eights (rowing) and all sorts of fantastic things. I checked to see how much it would cost to push back my flight home, but I'm guessing I cannot talk anyone into paying the $300 for me to push my flight back and then give me money for necessities, like alcohol. I mean food. Food. (Dear family: that was a joke. Please do not slaughter me or send me to rehab. I need neither.)

Looking further into graduate study -- I believe I will apply to Oxford for English, History and Women's Studies (Augh, such feminist connotations. But it would be a good entrance into a Phd/D.Phil in history or english with an emphasis on women -- particularly women in the Tudor era.) and then University College London for Publishing.

Essentially, I am planning to just stay in school forever. Unless I can find someone to pay me for existing.

Ack!

My apologies for the relative silence -- sometimes it feels like everything is so day in, day out that there is no sense in posting, and others I just get caught up in it all and neglect my blog.

I went to London for the first time this weekend, and I am, quite frankly, obsessed. I have never thought of myself as someone who would be happy living in a huge city, but I find London to be utterly exhilarating.

I am simply ready for my life to begin -- it seems we, as humans, always get this way when we're on the cusp of a major life change. I remember regarding college as "my life beginning." I suppose what I'm looking forward to is simply more college for the moment, but regardless. I would love to skip this next year and just move to London with Erin now. In reality, I'd like to skip all the scary logistical pain-in-the-ass aspects of moving to London and just get there. But there are graduate schools and scholarships to be applied for, loans to be taken out, visas to be obtained, flats to be rented -- blah. The idea of being (somewhat, hopefully pretty please not until I'm out of graduate school) financially independent is TERRIFYING. But I've come to realise it's coming sooner than I'd like, so I'm making some attempt at managing my money like a big kid.

I even made an excel spreadsheet! If that's not adult, I don't know what is.