Body don't break.

Getting offered a new job should be very exciting.

It should absolutely not be this confusing.

Old job with random hours but flexibility and more pay

vs.

New job with better and more structured hours and new people and experiences but less flexibility (I want my bank holiday/birthday weekend off) and a little less pay and having to lie for over a month about the fact that I will be rudely deserting them at the end of September.

WELL I JUST DON'T KNOW.

DO YOU?

please....

Land of Hope and Glory.

Would you just look at us?!

I had a lovely, tiring day.

P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P WORD.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNDD....

Dear Ruth,

We have received and accepted your application. This will now be processed by the university Student Administration department, and a letter will be sent out to you in due course.

Best wishes,

Carmen

Hello MA Philosophy!

Eeeeek! For some reason, it has made me feel a little bit sick.

I hope I have made the right choices for the right reasons.

And until then, I am struggling between job interviews and the fact that a new job just seems pointless when I only have to do it for a month and a half before heading back to Uni.

And filming Hollyoaks with imbeciles. Shudder.

Inception.

Wow. Well, I loved the film. I loved loved loved it.

It was clever and huge and entertaining.

I could gush about what I loved about it forever.

BUT my favourite bit.... THE MEN.

OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW.

Shallow, unadulterated teenage crushes.

What a pointless, un-life changing post.

I implore you to run to Google, run to IMDB, hunt down these men, put their posters on your wall and give them kisses goodnight (Me and Leo have already had this delicate and loving kind of relationship, about 9 years ago...)

JUST SEE THE FILM.

Sink.

Today, it rained. It really really rained.

And for a while, I sauntered along, getting lost in the romantic connotations and the pathetic fallacy of the rain and how beautiful it really was, and how it brings everyone together with little glances, smiles and shakes of the head while we all look to the pouring heavens, "Naughty rain!"

And then I saw the queue of people outside the Philharmonic Hall. In wet graduation robes.

And I felt like an idiot. An idiot with very wet shoes.

Please please please please please stop raining before Friday.

Sitting in the library doing more "job" stuff.

The library is just the most wonderful place in the world, when there is no one else in it.

L-O-V-E

LOOK AT HIM. BIG GOOFY CUTIE.

And would you just look at this group of STUNNERS.

I have attended one and a half graduations this week, two lots of graduation dinner/drinks and generally relished other peoples's excitement and success and joy and pride and happiness and so on.

It has made me VERY excited for my graduation this week. Very excited indeed.

I have randomly been given a weekend off from the job that is giving me the minimum hours physically possible. So while I wait to hear back from the seemingly million billion summer jobs I have applied for, I am going to move into my house properly.

Putting clothes into wardrobes, putting books on shelves, acting like a real life grown up person.... while listening to Disney...

Brick House.

So, apparently, I have moved in with my boyfriend.

Quite a terrifying way of putting it really.

I can honestly say that I hadn't really thought of it that way until only a day or two ago. We have been alone together in our student house for over a month now with our friends returning to their homeland as and when they finished university.

But the very fact that this place is ours. It is just the two of us. In films, on television, people sit down and talk about it over dinner. They put keys in ring boxes and they get mistaken for engagement rings. They make the conscious decision to invite them into their home, they both collaborate and decide they want to share that space, the food and the bills altogether.

I can't remember us ever doing this.

I can't think about the moment that we decided that this was what we were going to do.

I'm really glad we are here, sitting in our new living room (for those who don't know, we lived with a WEIRDO last year who we gave up our living room for and then he disappeared... POOF... and so the idea of a room in which we can watch television ON REAL LIFE COUCHES is very exciting!) and feeling like we have lived in this little place for much much longer than we have.

And so, I think that the key is not to stress about the label too much. I'm not going to see it as a serious step, a boy and a girl moving into a place together for the first time. It is a mere extension of what we have been doing for the past two years. This time, not including bills.

For Lauren.

The Best Of Times.

Wow. What an amazing couple of days.

And hello, welcome to my 100th blog post.

It has been a wonderful time for friends

It has been a wonderful time for finding a new flat

It has been a wonderful time for results

2:1 2:1 2:1 2:1 2:1.

Relief and happiness.