Actually a lyric to one of my favourite songs from when I was an obnoxious teenager and enjoyed Green Day a little too much. I have discovered a love of sitting and listening to music and music videos while drinking with Hairy. Also, as a similar but not quite the same, sitting in a tea shop and listening to music on my sister’s phone is pretty spectacular too.
So yes, hello September. I can’t believe it’s this far through the year already – coming up to Hairy’s 28th birthday that I’m desperately trying to figure out what to do for (I have an idea, but it’s going to need to be organised and I don’t know how or when I’ll be able to do it).
I’ve been a cleaner for a week now, and I still despise it as much as ever. I miss being a student – so many different things that I just realised that I’m not going to be doing any more. I can’t go into Hallward and sit in one of the booths and stack it up with all the books I need and just enjoy the view. I walk through campus and it is and isn’t my campus any more. I already miss being in lectures – yeah, they were a right pain in the backside at 9am on a Monday morning but they were also interesting and thought provoking. I even miss writing essays because I miss being pushed to actually sit down and research something and know all about it, and then have the feeling of relief once it’s handed in.
Conversely I’m also happy. I get to start planning travelling properly, and the wedding (sister is basically my life guru and is invaluable in helping me to do all that stuff), and it’s nearly autumn. Except it’s not, but my brain keeps insisting that it is. I’ve morphed into cooking autumnal food – vague not-quite Scotch broth (delicious), big roast dinners and soup are all firmly on the menu, even though it’s still warm enough not to need a cardigan when I’m walking to work. I keep waking up to the chill in the mornings and expecting it to last all day, and then it’s halfway through my shift and I’ve turned into a giant red-faced thing craving a shower and a cuppa. I’m looking forward to getting my boots fixed and wearing big boots and scarves and jumpers. It’s truly disconcerting to have a craving for jumpers.