Adulthood t-minus 4 days. Fml.September 05, 2011
So here's the thing. It's my last ever first day at school tomorrow.
It's weird, and I don't really like it. But what I don't like even more is everyone a year older than me on Facebook posting stuff about moving to uni. In a month's time we're expected to start applying. That's not going to happen. I still don't know what to do, but with my brilliant nack of procrastination I've managed to put it off. Anyway, I've still been productive, because I GOT A JOB.
A REAL JOB.
I did NOT spend the majority of yesterday in my bedroom, sitting at my desk, scanning every item, going 'beep......beep.....beep.....beep....' Nope*.
Nan and Grandad were over yesterday and when I said I was working on checkouts they flipped and said stuff like, "WHAT?! The tills?! Money?! What if you steal it?!" Erm.
Then at dinner Nan said, "You know Sue got a frozen chicken thrown at her when she was on the tills. A frozen chicken in the face." Well thanks Nan, that's very comforting. If any frozen poultry is lobbed at my head I'll be sure to let you know.
I start next Friday (not this Friday, because this Friday's my birthday. Have I mentioned it's my birthday this Friday? I don't think I have) and it's perfect timing, as I'll now be able to begin accumulating money for Canada. I'm going to Canada on my own some time next year to stay with my auntie. Seeing as I'm such an independent woman now after Kos (lol) I thought WHY NOT. Go mad. Go away. Go solooooooooo. I'm very excited. If I had it my way, I'd be staying out there for months, but with this little thing called 'the most important school year', I can't. Boo.
I'm half hoping that I get a good stint of this book written, I'll send it off and a publishing company will want to take it on, and I don't have to worry about uni because they'll ask me to write more, I'll get an agent, I'll get more work, I'll move to Canada for a bit, I'll move to Cardiff because I can, I'll work on Doctor Who, I'll marry someone from Doctor Who, I'll still be writing more books, and we'll live happily ever after.
I don't ask for much, really.
In reality, I won't have time to write a good stint of the book because this whole effing year will consist of me stressing about exams, coursework, and shitting effing unis.
AND THAT'S WHAT YOU MISSED