I’ve been dossing for a while now, and it still doesn’t get boring.

Wake up around 12.30pm (ah what the hell, another few more minutes), crawl out of bed at 1.30pm. Fumble my way downstairs for a sandwich and a cup of coffee. Waste the day away watching TV, surfing the internet, with occasional breaks to bake an apple bread and butter pudding , paint a picture or panic about impending job. Oh, not to mention being lazy and forgetting the need to blog about my recent travels. ( Excuse: I’ve still got jetlag!)

 

Its odd, during my educated years (and it still pains me to think of it in the past tense), summer holidays got a little boring after say, 2 weeks. But now, the urgency of the situation is upon me, and its like every happy little bone in my body is telling me – RESIST ADULTHOOD! Be a kid forever! Do nothing and LIKE IT!

My career as a walking, talking suit beings next January. Hence, let us remember the year 2006 as the bestest year of my life – it was the last year that I could be FREE. I had wrinkle-free spotless, flawless skin, I could dress like a slob and get away with it, I could roll out of bed at 11, realise I was late, and decide I didn’t care.

So let this blog be a testament to the fact that yes – I was young once. In the years to come, i’ll look back over these archives and scoff at this naive idealistic newbie who held any shred of hope that the work years would be anything but miserable and grey. But at least I could say, that naive idealistic newbie was a chirpy sorta girl. Stupid, maybe, but chirpy, about her life.

Looking on the bright side of selling my soul for a life of stress and sleepness nights, me and my friend John have all but signed the contract for a snazzy little apartment in Camden. Fingers crossed, the paperwork gets done ok, but its quite exciting and we’re pretty happy about the deal we got. And, for those of you who worry about my safety (all three of you), its in a good well-lit area away from the high street where the stoned-out-of-their-mind types lurk. The place itself has two double bedrooms and two bathrooms, an open lounge kitchen and living room with new fittings and, joy, a dishwasher. Its not a big place, but definitely well-sized and completely renovated and brand spanking new-lookin’. Did I mention we have a washing machine too? *dances a little jig*

I’ll be moving in permanently after Christmas, so yes, you may all visit, and yes, you must all bring lavish, lavish gifts. Haha, only kidding guys – You can’t visit.

(smug look)