i have no idea what number day this is

I'll be honest, this 100 days project isn't going all too swimmingly. However, I should be revising right now and thus blog writing feels awfully appealing (oof look at that alliteration right there. Maybe I should analyse my own writing, I think that'd count as revision/extreme narcissism).

So it's 2010, eh? Resolutions anyone? Do share.

I have a mass of the things, but not really because it's a new year or anything. I tend to make them constantly throughout the year, allows them to change and grow and suchlike. I'm not good with definite things. Too...definite. Probably.

Aforementioned revision is going horrifically, which probably isn't a good sign considering my first exam is on Monday. I should probably be more worried, but I know I'll get it done and I know I'll do alright. It's my least favourite module at my least favourite place in the world, so I'm not exactly all too bothered by not excelling in it. Ask me again on Sunday and I'll be nervous as hell, but que sera, sera!

This holiday has been gorgeously refreshing. If ever there were a case of pathetic fallacy, it's been the past few days. The snow is stunning. Pure, crisp and fresh. Feeling alive and yet knowing it's going to melt. I wouldn't be surprised if come Sunday it had all gone. Unfortunately I don't think the weather quite reflects my own state of being quite that accurately. It's a good thing really. It'd take away from my continual vagueness if anyone cottoned on.

Yesterday and the day before have been pure poetry. The day before should have been awful. Really terrible. I had one of those horrific stomach sinking realisations and that feeling hung around for a while (I suppose it's still sort of around, but I'm coping well. If I'd been at university I think it would have been a completely different story), but then I just read some Medieval crap outloud in a melodramatic way and had an impromptu one person dance party in my bedroom and it was just...really good. It was nice. I felt like me. It's been a while since I've been able to say that. I do hope it continues.

Yesterday was wonderful. Two lovely lovely people, sledging, moments of genuine cow fear, hot chocolate and a film about blue people. That's another magic thing about snow. Everyone regresses to children. My mum threw a snowball at me. My mum is somewhat mental, but it still threw me off guard. I love home.

I AM NOT THINKING ABOUT SUNDAY LALALALA. IGNORANCE IS BLISS.

I've been here just under a month and I haven't seen the one person I used to spend almost every possible moment with. I'm not okay with that, but I'm...better. Time to put an end to all this tragic pining.