Lazy Days

I am so loving the lazy summer student lifestyle. Even a part time job can't ruin it. It's so nice to be able to go to bed knowing that I don't have reading/essays/tutorial preparation to do.

Yesterday I had a proper lazy day. I got up about 10.30. A family friend who is a really good hairdresser came over and gave me a hair cut. Then I went for lunch with my Dad. Later I popped to the bank. After such an exerting morning I had a little afternoon nap and watched some Jeremy Kyle. In the evening I just lounged on the terrace of a bar with a friend, and happened to bump into one of my best friends who was only home for the evening, which was really nice.

Shame the haircut is a disaster. I've had it cut about shoulder length, which is around 5" shorter than it was. Now apparently 'blunt' cuts are in fashion so everyone told me not to get layers put in. My hair is far too thick not to have layers. It's awful. It also doesn't seem to curl properly at the moment, which is odd. I would have thought with it weighing less it would curl as much if not more than before. Needless to say I'm giving it a fortnight to grow on me and if it doesn't I'm having layers cut in.

Lily xXx

Rubbish Viva

Well the Viva was rubbish. They slagged off my project more than asking questions, and for once most of the bad points weren't my fault. All I could really say for a lot of the questions was "Prof Useless said we couldn't afford to do that." or "Prof Useless said we for a BSc project it wasn't worth teaching me how to do that." I also realized that in my discussion, rather than putting in the number of a reference I had just written (ref). How this got past my method of highlighting everything I needed to find a reference for in red, and then proof reading a million times I do not know, but I feel so stupid. I also noticed 4 grammatical mistakes. Not impressed. I feel like a great big idiot.

Needless to say I spent all weekend feeling sorry for myself, not helped by the fact I just haven't been feeling well. I'm clearly falling to pieces and need a total body transplant.

There's further gossip on the love-quadrangle. The girl who is dating/sleeping with my ex, told her ex that he better not come near me or try anything on. She hadn't however told him she was sleeping with my ex and had been for at least 2 months. I thought he knew this and opened my big mouth saying "Well it's none of her business what we do. Anyway she can talk, she's been sleeping with my ex for months!". She is clearly going to murder me in my sleep. Fingers crossed she'll believe me when I say that I've done nothing more than hold his hand (which is actually the truth!).

However I am now getting bored of this love-quadrangle, and really feel it's a lot more effort than it's worth. I am going back to plan A: Get job. Buy house. Buy cats. Be cat lady.

I had 5" of my hair cut off today. My head now feels so light. It also means I'll be able to put my hair up in a bun or ponytail without it exploding into a big hairy ball of hairiness. Hurrah.

I'm off to sit in the sunshine now. Best make the most of this sunshine, it could be the last sunny day knowing England.

Lily xXx