Guys, I'm kinda hungover. Like, not so bad that I'm throwing up every ten minutes, but so bad that writing this in a café is actually kinda hard. Screens are so bright! Ideally I'd still be in bed but I had to head to the Theology department this morning to hand in an essay so here I am. At least I'm getting my nails done later. Hopefully they'll make me a cup of tea and all will be fixed. Keeping my fingers crossed.
So yeah, another essay down! This week has been a pretty mad one, to be honest. I had a summative 45 minute presentation on Tuesday afternoon (y'know, for that module that I failed the formative for) so that was super fun. I definitely wasn't absolutely bricking it and almost too scared/stressed to do any work leading up to it. I think it went okay though. You never know, do you. My lecturer nodded twice so I think that means something good? Who knows. If you want any info on why stained glass is of theological significance, hmu.
As soon as that finished I had to start an essay - the one that I've just handed it. Luckily it was only 3000 words so one of the shorter ones in my to-do list this year. Still, two days isn't bad from start to finish. This one was a little more fun than the last, with the super catchy title: ‘I am Bruce Almighty! My will be done!’: Exploring Bruce as a Christ-figure in light of the heresy of Adoptionism in Tom Shadyac’s Bruce Almighty (2003). Not especially theologically sound but I'll get over it.
I’m hungover because last night, for the first time in what I think is like two months, I went kinda out. Not out out because I’m a loser postgrad now and also hate crowds, but kinda out. I drank prosecco and cocktails with friends and then went on a tipsy stroll round big-Tesco and I think that counts now.
I’m not normally a drinker – some of my friends will read this and laugh because last year I had a habit of accidentally getting drunk the day before big events (nerves, innit) – but on the whole this year I don’t really touch it. I don’t really like it and don’t really have the money for it, and also don’t really need it. It’s not like I’m in a club much so… I mean, even after my scary presentation on Tuesday I had half a glass of wine and then couldn’t be bothered with the rest of it.
Haha! I’ve just reminded myself of NYE when Ollie and I bought a bottle of pink prosecco and neither of us actually touched our glasses. Diet Cokes all round.
Man my head hurts. I've had a few paracetamol and am currently sinking a pint Diet Coke but if anything it's making me feel a bit sick. I haven't had breakfast so maybe that's a factor too. God, how can people do this? Like, no judgement. I'm actually impressed.
I'm so so looking forward to lunch. I think I'm going to Bill's with some gals so that might sort me out a little.
Does anyone know of a good liquid eyeliner? I use one every day and I have so much trouble finding the right one that doesn't dry up before I've even finished one eye, or isn't too liquidy or gloopy or doesn't smudge down my face at the end of the day... Any recommendations, stick them in the comments below because I'd actually really love to know. I'm not impressed with what I have on right this second.
Also, have I mentioned that Ollie and I are going to Paris like, next week! Might be the week after. Whenever the 23rd March is. I'm buzzing like a wasp that's found a whole pot of jam left open and unattended. Gonna see my friends, take some photos, close my eyes and pretend that I still live there and don't have to go home in a few days to write an essay on the theological significance of Lord of the Flies.
On that, Imii out. x