"Studying" (and yes the quotation marks are intentional and informative) tends to form the bulk of my existence. The thought is depressing. But in the past 4 years every person in my life has told me...
..."It will all be worth it"
Bleugh! - clearly I am a slave to instant gratification because that well meaning platitude does nothing but irritate.
It is now 2 months until my exams. The final exams. The ones that will determine if my lazy, work shy attitude and perpetual lack of attendance have had any lasting effect on my ability to drill teeth (or pull them out - which is infinitely more satisfying).
I actually have nothing to say right now, this is just another procrastination attempt that I thought I would share with my reader (singular - also intentional - you know who you are my darling!)
I have a J-O-B! Which is obviously conditional on passing my exams and obtaining or qualification - or I would probably just go now. This j-o-b is in a country town called Banbury, seriously, the epitome of middle England. My dental practice is in a grade 2 listed building near Banbury Cross (and if that sounds familiar, go back to your book of nursery rhymes)
Following on from that I have handed in my notice to my typing gig in the Palace - ecstatic about that. It will free up a lot of time. And recently it hasn't been pulling in the big bucks like it used to. My last day is next friday and I will be attending for a lil Krispy Kreme doughnut party (going out in style).
My little (significantly taller than I) brother is turning 16 in a couple of weeks. Six-freaking-teen! I don't even know how to process that in any useful way. In my head he is still a lil fat-cheeked ball of fun (he'll never read this, it's okay), but the facts show that he is fast usurping my "golden child" reign. He volunteers, he Dukes of Edinburghs, he Wu Shu Kwans, he gets straight As, and he has great skin. He's lucky we are related and the bonds of siblinghood are strong or I would be plotting his downfall as we speak.
I hate my flat. This antipathy was born of searching for flats in Banbury (see above for reasons) and realising that for what I am currently paying, I could be living in a 2 bed, 2 bath, top floor flat, rather than the box I'm in right now. London weighting is a joke. It's hardly as if I am paying for location. On leaving my flat on the way to work recently I was confronted by dried blood speckles tracing a route to my bus stop - nice. You may call me an ungrateful bitch but while I appreciate the many benefits of living alone in London, I will fight for my right to bitch about the price.