A new addition to the family

My parents have decided to adopt a dog from a rescue centre. She is a jack russell and she is pregnant. Here she is:

I can't wait to meet her when i go home for the summer, I am obviously still a kid at heart who is easily pleased.

Procrastination, photos, final coursework and foxes

I realised today that i have not kept up with the photo archive blogs, i have a lot of things to be getting on with but i don't think i should be passing up on a golden opportunity to procrastinate.

I came across a photo from Angie's wedding in my archive; it made me laugh (which is always good thing during revision) so here it is - Anne's right nostril:





Yesterday I handed in my last piece of coursework (not including my dissertation). Please God let it be my last, don't let me get any foolish notions about returning to education ever ever again.

It will all soon be over and i can start seriously looking for jobs (although i don't actually graduate until November). I am tired of it all at the moment and it is very tempting at the moment to pack up my bags and go and start up that hippy commune in New Zealand that was so tempting to Esther and me at the end of our final years (as long as I can take all my books with me, my computer and my mp3 player).

Conversation in this house is a little sparse at the moment. It's a struggle to find something to talk about other than speech and language therapy and in the evening sometimes we just end up slumped around the dinning table in almost unbroken silence. Luckily we have foxes living in our garden at the moment which provide us with alternative conversation topics and moments of distraction when they come up to our living room window. It's amazing how exciting the wildlife in your garden can be when you spend most of your day tied to your desk (sigh).

Revision!!! (again)

It is revision time again. Why have i put myself through this again? I remember conversations with Esther (over many cups of coffee) in our final year at Keele when we would say that we would never put ourselves through this again. The boredom is the worse thing. I hate doing the same thing for too long, i get fidgety and start biouncing off the walls. I just took a look through the archives of my old blog and found this entry:

"I have finished my degree. three years of hard slog (sometimes) over with. no gradual coming to a stop...in a moment i went from being a finalist frantically writing....to...(stop writing)...nothing...I sat for perhaps two seconds a strange grin on my face (buts what new about that?) as it dawned on me that a lifetime in the education system had come to an end (for now).

I came home and i was tired and deflated...i cannot adjust to doing nothing so i have tidied the flat, tidied my room, and now i blog...i have never felt so calm during an exam period as i have during this one. God has been so good to me, bringing peace to His crazy child...I perhaps have not made it so peaceful for my flatmates...Esther has told me i have stretched my weirdness so far that there is no coming back. Perhaps my mind is like a rubber band i have stretched until it snapped...or perhaps there is still some stretch left..."

I hope my mind does have some stretch left.

This time is definitely the last time i put myself through this.

See you on the other side.