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Final Year (aka let the panicking begin)

It's eight o'clock in the evening and I'm sitting here, three nights before I move out for my third year at university and what am I doing? I am panicking. (In a good way. Kind of.)

These past few days I've been pouring over old photos because two of my young cousins hit milestones this past week: one started primary school, the other started secondary school. Now, I'm not being funny but when did I get so grown up? I should be the one starting school surely?! But no, I am alas beginning my final year of my degree. Don't get my wrong, I am excited; I'm so looking forward to living with the girls I'm sharing a flat with, meeting new people, being confident-sassy-sexy (the killer trio), spending time with my nearest and dearest, and (hopefully) (seriously, so much hope) kicking ass at my degree. I'm a final year english student which generally means me running around aimlessly with a book in front of my face saying stuff about words and hoping I make sense.

The modules I'm doing this year are super-duper-wooooooper interesting. I'm studying Georgian Literature and Shakespeare (yay old), and Science Fiction and my dissertation on 1930s literature (yay new). It's a lovely mix. A mix that may drive me crazy ("To be or not to be? That's from Blade Runner right?"), but in such a thrilling way. Plus, I get to read sci fi for my degree... HOW COOL?!

Anyway, it's all go-go-go. I said goodbye to friends and family this week. I tried not to cry. (Did I or did I not succeed? *tension builds*) I tried to sort out the mess that is my room. I bought last bits for uni. I looked around at the tip that is my room and hid from it. I played music really loud and drank whisky and read sci fi and watched netflix. This is how one adults, correct? I certainly do feel somewhat grown up because my best friend is starting a full time job in two weeks and I'm interning for a publishing company, and writing my Master's personal statement, and starting to consider what I am going to do come June next year (it'll fly by. That's scary.) for goodness sake.

Basically, life is great. Busy, and hectic, and messy, but great. I have hit 8,000 views on here which is wholly and completely crazy so *peeks up from behind blanket* hi. *Waves* Welcome to the madness.

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