Being 20.

I'm 5 days into my 20th year now, and already feel incredibly old, despite age being something imposed on yourself by your mind. I do, however, feel more justified in taking daytime naps and having tea in pubs and needing regular cat cuddles, so I'm already on my way to fully embracing my old age.

I had lovely Birthday celebrations, with wine a'flowing, and my close, beautiful bunch of friends back in Essex to welcome in a new decade. I feel so lucky to have such wonderful friends, and only hope I can return half their amazing-ness ! And now just to soak up the rays of my new 26inch T.V. and watch Swan Lake at the Royal Opera House c/o my boyfriend...oh, life is hard !

2 more university assignments are under my belt now, and I've found I have quite a haphazard approach to forcing myself to do work. I will undertake 30 minutes of reading, or writing, consoling myself that at the end of the said period, I can have a drink, or a piece of chocolate. Then I thought...

"Wait. This is a form of torture."

So now I just use chocolate as fuel to my engine constantly whilst attempting to complete some work.

Now to just enjoy the sunshine, ahhhh!