29th September 2013
You know when people describe their lives as being ‘perfect’? Well, I don’t know think it can be 100% true. Particularly when you grow up and you have to do ‘grown up’ things, like sorting out bills. When you live on your own it seems like there is always something to worry out. Of course, it’s lovely when you get a brief period in your life when everything is ‘perfect’, but nothing stays this way for long. Something will always come along to make you worry or stress.
For me, moving out was an incredibly stressful time, and even now there are issues that are driving me insane. For instance, a particularly noisy and annoying neighbour, knowing whether my electricity supplier has been switched or not and my Vodafone contract which seems to have increased although I was not informed of these changes. But, despite all this, there are many things in my life that make me happy and that make my life one step closer to being perfect.
Everyday I wake up and look out of my window. Seeing the beautiful city of Liverpool instantly gives me a feel good boost in the morning, even if I have been worrying about other things that are going on in my life. It gives me a positive attitude for the rest of the day.
Being back at university, so far, has been great. I’ve been enjoying my lectures, even the module I wasn’t so keen on when I looked at the timetable. In fact, the worst module so far is one of the compulsory modules. The problem isn’t the module content, but is in fact the lecturer. He’s new and really difficult to understand. I feel kind of bad for him but it’s almost as if he doesn’t try with this lectures. I was reading my textbook on geomorphology and it was literally word for word identical to his PowerPoint presentation.
Apart from uni and studying (and a little bit of GTA5 when Tyrone is in lectures :P) I’ve been catching up with the people I lived with last year in halls. I know I continuously moan about my time living in halls but it wasn’t all bad. With the exception of one, I’ve stayed friends with my ex-flat mates. We’ve been meeting up at the pub and visiting each other’s new homes. I’m glad that we have stayed friends because we went through a lot of crap together last year. For good times and bad times we were there for each other.
I’ve been catching up with some of my favourite TV shows recently. The new series of Grey’s Anatomy started with a very predictable opening episode. However, I absolutely loved it and I’m so glad the show is back. Dexter ended last week. I should have been feeling more sad to see the show come to an end but my god, series 8 was awful and was accompanied by possible the worse final episode I have ever seen. I can’t believe how bad the ending was. It seemed rushed and there were many flaws within the storyline. I was left feeling completely frustrated and full of unanswered questions. I can’t believe they turned such a brilliant show into such a pile of s**t.
I’m getting slow at blogging again. I don’t have the same enthusiasm for it now as I once did many years ago. I get ideas and then forget them when it comes to actually writing them down. It’s not that I don’t have the time. I do. The problem is I’m lazy and I suppose that I don’t enjoy writing for pleasure as much as I once did. I’m a scientist so I’m more use to writing labs and field reports. Yes, practice is probably the answer, but eh, I’ll just do as I please and blog when I feel like it rather than when I feel like I have to.