Thank Fuck for that.
9 days until my exam results come out.
This is fine. I’m no longer worried. I originally was panicking like shit, but then I learnt that the two exams I’m worried about are linked with the module that I got 83% on. So, I’ve already passed, it’s all good.
I never aim for good results anyway. I stopped bothering since I was 16.
10 days until Harry Potter 8.
Unbelievably excited. I’m a bit of a film geek, and I’ve always been a fan of fantasy if I’m honest. Read all the books when I was a kid, so this film is like my childhood on the big screen. I’m kind of sad to know it’s all going to be over though. I’m old now.
13 days until I go on holiday.
Last minute trip to Gran Canaria. Sooooo excited. I haven’t really had a proper holiday for, I’d say, 5 years. I’ve been working each summer at the mother’s place all summer for 5 years now. Never really had a summer break, never mind a decent holiday with some decent sun. When your parents own a house and run a cafe in Scotland, it’s difficult to find time or an excuse to go anywhere else.
And, not quite as fun but..
29 days until I start back at my job.
This is both a good thing and a bad thing. Good thing because it gets me money (£8.73 an hour for usually more than 8 hours a day), and I’ll be learning to drive at the same time (about bloody time, I’m 20 now).
But, bad thing because it strips all my time. My mum’s pretty hard working, and the summer is the busiest time in the university Student Information Directoriate (admin) business, and she sometimes works up to 12 hours a day. Which, of course, means I’m working up to 12 hours a day.
Be arsed counting how long until I get back to uni, because it’ll be a depressingly high number of days.