My carpet was breathing today. With every gust of wind outside it would rise and fall, occasionally giving off a big sigh. Ok, so I know it was just the wind, and that my carpet isn’t actually a living thing (unlike some carpets in student houses) but for a moment, just a moment, the illusion of life held.

It got me thinking about how houses have a life of their own. People come and go, they change things inside and out and yet the original essence of the house will always be there. This house got me thinking. What kind of life did it live before it became home to students?

The carpets are new, and cheap, but did these floors once cling to something that was incredibly rich and deep? Naked feet would stop and stand just so that they could wriggle their toes deep into the welcoming pile with a sigh of pleasure. Have small fingers traced the ornate details on the fireplaces that now stand empty and alone. Does the house crave the noise and laughter that would have once filled the large downstairs room as people sat round the fire? Does it appreciate the fact that that very same room is now a bedroom and no longer used for its original purpose.

The stairs seem to creak contentedly with every step that lands upon them. How long did it take for the house to develop those creaks, those nuances. How many people has it seen climb those very stiars and stand in exactly the right place to avoid the creak, duck enough to avoid hitting their heads.

The walls may seem bland, but they are full of life. Every house has its tale to tell and it will continue long after we’re gone. I wonder what will happen to this house when students no longer come here, when a new chapter is started. Will anybody else bother to ask these questions, bother to wonder who could have have done this to a house, who could live here before them. Will anybody else sit with their hand against the wall, trying to feel the memories like I do?

This house has life, and just like my carpet, it breathes.

AxXx

Current music: Holding out for a Hero - Jennifer Saunders

My exams are over. Finito. Done and dusted. I have celebrated (but quietly so as not to disturb those who are still having to revise) and now that all the stress has lifted I’m really not too sure what to do with myself.

I feel bereft, lost, like I should really be doing something when there’s nothing for me to do yet. I promised myself that I’d start looking into my dissertation so that I’m ahead of myself but I can’t qutie face heading to the library yet. I’m not even too sure what it is I’m going to be looking for in the library, but that’s a job for another day.

The boy is working hard and I’m leaving him to it. I’m working tonight too so even if he does take the night off as was mentioned then I’m not gonna be able to see him, unless he comes into the bar that is! But I think he may be a tad busy keeping one of his friends upright, he finished today and intends to get very very drunk apparently!

*sigh* working tonight is something that I’m actually really looking forward to, how sad is that? It actually gives me something to do. I’ve also stupidly agreed to work on sunday morning. I think it was originally a 9am start (noooo! that time doesn’t exist on a sunday!!!) but it has now been moved back to around 11 when Irv realised that trying to get us in earlier would be like trying to get an elephant to walk on tiptoes across thin ice. But it gives me something to do, and that’s the main thing.

I even contemplated starting to pack my room up for moving out at the end of next month. It’s totally doable as there’s a lot of stuff i don’t need to use at the moment, such as books and folders. I’m just not so sure i want to be living in a room that looks like it’s been hit by a packing weevil - which is never a good thing.

First things first (let’s have first things third shall we? Peter Kay - love that man!) I need to get out of bed, take a shower and then get dressed. At least that way I’ll be fully clothed and not knowing what to do with myself instead of looking like a layabout.

On a completely different note, the boys family happened across my little corner of the internet world so I just thought I’d say hello…

… Hello! …

And I’m done.

AxXx

Reasons for day to be good:

- I didn’t oversleep (this could be due to at least 4 different alarms)
- My exam wasn’t too bad
- The topic I’d been praying for came up
- I understood the data that needed to be analysed
- My exams are now over (until august resits anyway)
- I met my boy afterwards
- He gave me a gorgeous bunch of flowers that made me giggle like a schoolgirl.

I was saying to a friend last night how i never get flowers from anybody. The last ones I had were from my parents on my birthday. But there he was, with a bunch of red and white roses and lilies, my 2 favourite colours and my two favourite flowers I have no idea what I did to deserve this boy, he’s just too lovely! If i had a digital camera i’d post a pic of the flowers but I haven’t… so i can’t! You’ll just have to take my word for it that they’re absolutely stunning and I can’t believe how sweet he was about it.

On a different note I am now definately going home over my mummy’s birthday. it means I’m not here for the June ball and i get to be with her which is all good. Plus it means i can get some of the stuff outta my house early, which is a bonus!

Right, onwards to do… well… nothing really! That’s a really odd feeling…

AxXx

It’s my final exam tomorrow morning, and I’m paranoid that I’m going to oversleep. It’s not a good fear to have! Other than that I’m feeling ok. Think i’ve learned everything i need to, am as prepared as i can be and all i can do now is go in there and do the best i can.

My boy has promised he’ll come meet me after for which I’m very grateful, will be in need of nuggage.

Then wednesday is his birthday and i’ve booked a table for just the 2 of us to have lunch, my treat. Quite exciting really! A group of us are going out in the evening but i wanted to have him to myself for a wee while first. I’m quite capable of sharing, but sometimes you just want to be selfish
Right, my bed beckons and I need to lie there and actually sleep, not think of the positions the mouth has to be in to produce vowels… which i actually now know btw which is a very good thing!

nervous? me?! never!

…

ok… i lied. eek!!!

AxXx

It crept up on us so quietly that I almost missed it which would have been unthinkable!

Yes, that’s right folks, it’s Eurovision time again! Yay!!! I love this time of year. 24 songs, each at 3 minutes long and they’re all as bad as each other. This year the BBC have gone all out and you can even download your own scorecard so you can say who gets nil points! (guess who’s going to find a printer later!)

It’s at 8:00pm on either BBC 1 or BBC Radio 2. Hosted in Kiev, the home entry looks to be quite promising. Ours, as ever, looks shite. Wonder if we can beat last years score…

You can go view the songs here but I warn you not all of them made it through to the final which i was quite disappointed about. I quite liked the entry from Belgium!

Eurovision… Yay!!!

AxXx

- update: I have found the song I’m going to be rooting for. It’s the entry from Bosnia & Herzegovia called Call Me by all girl group Feminnen… very excited!!!

Ok, so i have really bad periods. Been into hospital, nothing’s wrong as far as they can see, I’m just unlucky. This i can deal with.

But why must I also be one of these people who is prone to things? Coldsores i can just about cope with buy cystitis? No fair! i can get it by wearing the wrong sort of trousers on a hot day. I’ve had it so often I keep a regular supply of the evil sachet things you have to drink. I have bicarb of soda in the cupboard for baths and I try so hard not to let it happen as I know there’s bugger all you can do about it and you have to ride it out.

And now i have it again. Wonderful timing body, thank you.

I just want to curl up and die, either that or take up permanent residence on the toilet
This is not fun.

AxXx

It’s my boys first exam tomorrow. Seeing as he’s a finalist these exams are fairly important (being finals and all!) and part of me is really worried that I may have been a revision distraction. The rest of me knows hopes that this isn’t the case. It’s on American Politics and he seems to be perfectly calm about it, which is more than can be said about me and exams!

We do get to take the night off tomorrow though so it’s all good.

I’ve done so much work today it’s untrue. My hand has a permanent ache to it fom writing so much, and my finger is developing a blister from holding the pen. I only have 5 more sections to revise by Tuesday and I have past papers and everything so hopefully I’ll be fully prepared for it. I’ll just be glad when it’s over.

It’s also my boys birthday on wednesday and a group of us are going out for dinner. I have to say I’m a little nervous. Apparently it’s about 20 people and I’ve only met 5 of his friends! Could be an interesting evening. But hey, so long as he’s around it’ll be fine. I’ve always been fairly good at mingling.

*yawn* it’s late and I have to get up early tomorrow to go back to the library. I appear to have moved in there… i even have mug, milk and tea to keep me going, as well as some cokkies stashed away on a shelf.

Time for bed, I have phonlogical rules flashing in front of my eyes… not good!

AxXx

Tomorrow I have my syntax exam, and then I’m free until Tuesday when I have my Phonology exam. I hate syntax, never been able to get my head round it. Luckily i did fairly well on my assignment so I’m already working on a high grade.

The exam today wasn’t too bad. Philogeny did come up so I’m really glad i found out what it meant! All i need to do now is master relative clauses.

It’s at times like this I’m really glad I have my boy. He’s been so lovely during mad moments of exam induced stressed, he didn’t even bat an eyelid when i had cold pizza for breakfast this morning! that and he leant me on eof his shirts (well i exchanged it for my favourite squidgy jumper) and it smells of him. Kept me going through my exam today.

I know i know, I’m a big soppy eejit. What can i say? He has that affect on me It’s his birthday next week as well and I’m really looking forward to it. Exams’ll be over, I can relax and return the stress relief favours he’s been doing me.

Ok, I’ll stop now. I need to get through these exams first!

Ooo, Jennifer Saunders singing Holding out for a Hero… Yay!!!

AxXx

I have my first exam in just over an hour.
It’s on Anthropological Linguistics.
I know nothing.
I’m not kidding.

This morning, as far as i was concerned, Philogeny was the study of a bloke named Phil, not (as i later discovered) the history of the evolution of a species.

*sob*

AxXx

so there we have it! now, where did i put that textbook? there it…. oh look! A squirrel!!!

AxXx