Seriously, just shoot me now...

I hate being such a major, giant, huge ridiculous procrastinator. I have 3000 words due on Monday and I've written, oh I don't know- eleven? Not to make excuses, but *ahem* here goes:

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT!!!!!

Thus far today I have pretty much done everything to avoid this assignment, WHICH IS DUE MONDAY. This included activities such as cleaning my salt and pepper shakers, rearranging my collection of bee-yoo-tiful boots and vacuuming the stairs. I am so fucked.

The problem is not the 3000 words. It's the fact that the 3000 words are a statement of intention for my huge ass research project that is essentially my dissertation. I don't want to spend the next eight months of my life researching something that makes me want to blow my brains out. Le sigh.

There have been some other happy developments in Sarah-land recently but I'm hesitant to mention anything lest I jinx myself. Suffice to say, I am a very happy and lucky girl of late. Now, if I could just finish this bloody assignment!!!

Decisions, decisions...

So today I made a big choice. I was planning to move into my own little flat and today I decided to instead move into a houseshare. With boys. I know the main boy really well so it's not like I'm moving in with random dudes, and I'm hopeful it will be a nice place to live. I've never lived with boys (er, men) that weren't my partner, so this should be a grand adventure. A few of my male friends have been teasing me about how gross boys are, but I figure I can keep them in line. I think I made a good decision. I'll be able to travel more, buy more shoes, and spend time hanging out with my new roomies. If it doesn't work out, I'll move out and find my own place. This is all a big adventure and I want to keep jumping into it with two feet, even if sometimes my heart gets a little bit bruised.

One of my favorite people in the world today told me that I'm the most adorable, amazing mess he knows. When someone else calls you a mess, it stings a little. Even when it's prefaced with adorable and amazing. He's right though, I am and always will be a little bit of a mess. But, aren't we all?

I'm doing really well though. I feel optimistic and the school work is getting there. Just eleventy thousand words to go! My new housemate said today that it looks like I'm getting back to my happy-go-lucky self. I'm getting back to that carefree, fun California girl that is definitely strong and smart enough to make it in England. Here's hoping.