A Matter of Time
October 19, 2009
Those of you who know me well know that time-management has never been my strongest suit. And as the days here keep getting shorter and colder, and the Chrissy decos start going up (I kid you not), I’m becoming increasingly aware of just how little time I have left abroad(….and how I really should start trying to organise myself *cough*). So despite my being back at uni and “studying full-time” (on a side note, I’m now officially enrolled – only took ‘em a month to sort it all out), I’ve decided screw the education, I’m gonna try to cram as much stuff in as possible over the next 6 weeks…
(…and that includes multiple screening of UP! Dug and I are so alike…)
Now the other day Ryanair (yes Trent, we all know you love Ryanair…seriously, enough already) had yet another free flights sale (to combat an anti-Ryanair BBC documentary), so naturally I went a bit travel mad and am now planning 3(!) more trips overseas. First up is Oslo (7th-9th November), followed by a pre-organised MMU coach trip to Amsterdam (19th-22nd), and finally a few days in Barcelona (2nd-4th December), all before I have to head down to London to fly home on the 8th.
*sad face*
Combine all this travel with all the other end-of-year stuff (Halloween, Bon Fire Night, etc.) and having to complete four 3,000 word essays (wow, that’s like…12,000 words!), my schedule’s looking a bit tight.
Oh, and in other fun news, the other night I went out drinking with my housemates and woke up the next morning in bed, all covered in blood and bruises, and no-one knows what happened to me…
As a guess, I’m thinking some stairs may have been involved. But I’m OK now.
Seriously 
