The life of a herbal tea drinking daydreamer...

I've fallen in love with a double breasted Men's style tweed coat.

Unfortunately, I haven't got a spare 120 pounds (damn student loan)

Hmmm, I've spent the majority of my time (and money) sat in Starbucks, curled up on a cosy leather chair, sipping fair trade coffee out of a Venti mug, whilst chatting and laughing with my new University friends. Thankfully, we all added one another on facebook a couple of weeks ago, got chatting and arranged to meet up an hour before we were due to have our Uni welcome and course inductions. Surprisingly, we all really get on (even though we are all completely different) we have a punk, a geek, a posh blonde who lives in a village, a 30 year old gay man and a muse addict with 15 tattoos...

If you want to keep your sanity. Do NOT take Microgynon. I've been taking this contraceptive pill since January. I was perfectly fine for the first couple of months. However, recently I have become increasingly psychotic. Mood swings, suicide thoughts, extreme jealousy, anger etc. At first I just thought I was having another one of my 'depressive' moments. But I decided to do a bit of research and found out that this pill can affect your state of mind. I've read and have even heard stories about how mental this can make you. I now understand why I have been feeling so down over the past few weeks. I'm booking an appointment with my nurse for Tuesday morning, as I refuse to swallow a pill that makes me want to kill myself

... AND my boss. Ever since I informed (I'll nickname her a bull dog, as she's 4'9 with butch shoulders, has short spiky blonde hair and growls when people enter the shop 5 minutes before closing time) anyway, ever since I informed BULLDOG that I will be attending University and will need to cut down my hours, she has been a complete and utter bitch. I actually feel like Cinderfuckingrella, when she throws the broom at me and demands I 'sweep the shop floor from top to bottom'. You see, I wouldn't usually moan BUT it's the evil way she demands and never uses the words 'please' or 'thank you'. She spends the majority of the time in the office, sitting on her fat arse, drinking tea and eating rich tea biscuits, whilst everyone else... WORKS. Yesterday morning, she kept moaning on about 'how much she hates students' as they have 'ruined her life!'. What else does she expect when she hires a bunch of 18 year olds? Most of the time the company only hire people under the age of 19, as they only have to pay them 3.77 per hour. I feel as if she is using cleaning as a way to punish me. It's as if she enjoys watching me struggle with the rubbish and getting on my hands and knees to wipe the floor. This is most definitely a form of bullying. And this time, I'm will not be letting her get away with it...

Right, I have to read the book 'Wise Children' for my 'Introduction to Literature' class. Time to make myself a milky cup of tea, curl up and read read read!

So, after a year of waiting. University is finally here. Fresher's week starts tomorrow, so I have spent the last 4 hours wondering what to wear, getting all my paperwork sorted and... basically having a nervous breakdown. Thankfully, the wonderful world of facebook allowed me to track down a few people who will be on my course (Creative Writing & English) so we have all arranged to meet at 9am, outside Starbucks (I'm going to be needing alot of coffee) I suppose it's great that I won't be all alone, trying to find the building for the induction, walking into the wrong class and getting extremely embarrassed. I'll have people around me, making everything feel less scary! (Phew)

I haven't been writing as many blogs lately (I blame work of course) because when I get home, all I want to do is sip herbal tea and sleep for hours. The great thing is, I have changed my contract. I'm just going to be working over the weekend as 1) I will desperately need the money and 2) I'd miss my discount if I ever did leave!!!

I was in London 2 weeks ago, meeting a friend of my boyfriend's from New York (I must say I LOVED his accent) I can tell he misses America dearly (the boyfriend that is) as he studied over there for his second year of Uni and met loads of great people. I always wonder if he would prefer to be over there, rather than living in England with his long term girlfriend? Maybe that's just the paranoid side of me? He just doesn't seem as happy as usual. Maybe because I'm starting Uni and studying something I love, he feels slightly... hmmm, I wouldn't say jealous but... kind of annoyed because I know that he wanted to continue with his studies this year, but the course was full up, as he applied too late. I sent him a chocolate brownie in the post a few days ago, I hope it cheered him up!

It just finally feels as if my life is falling into place. I spent 3 years, feeling lost and not knowing what I wanted. But maybe things happen for a reason? If I would have stayed on at college, I would have ended up going to another university and probably would have never met Matt? Life is never how you plan it. I suppose that is why I enjoy living spontaniously. It's alot more fun that way.

It's 7:40pm. I don't know what to do with myself. I have everything organized for tomorrow (shocking for a scatterbrain like me) and have even neatly laid out my clothes! Maybe I should have a long relaxing bath, read a fashion magazine and try and wash away my worries of tomorrow?