I'm Hard Through & Through...

I'm gonna have a mixed blog today, I have a few things to say and some I don't particularly want to dwell on. So!

Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me, and they do.

It's funny how people you thought were decent can change your opinion in a split second, after blogging the other day I received an inbox on the ever popular social networking site about how I shouldn't have to justify my parenting choices, that if I wanted to go to University I should be proud. To be honest I didn't need telling I'm proud regardless of what others think because while most young mums are stuck in a dead end estate with no hope I was trying to make something of myself.... such a bad person. Sue me bitch. Then that very same person inboxed me after 'supporting' me just a few days earlier calling me all the names under the sun Grow.The.Fuck.Up.Cupcake!!!! On that, that is all.

Anyway so today I found myself watching a bloody city match? Why? I don't really follow football but if I do I'm a Red!! 90 minutes of my life I'll never get back, I want them back!! Infact keep them. I'm so tired/restless lately I'll do anything to pass the time - clean, cook, watch all Harry Potters 1-7.1, bath the kids in a paddling pool so its more 'fun', watch city!! See anything.

I think I'm missing Uni, I certainly miss the gossip with my mate Squidgey (obviously not her real name) and the unbelievable banter in the lecture room. I genuinely love my Uni lot. It's my 3rd (going into 4th) year at the same University and this is the 1st time that I've felt like I've cracked it, met the right people, on the right course and I must be right to some extent as I've not yet wanted to leave not even for a second, not even after a rather messy breakup with someone on the course. Never get involved with a classmate! I think the root to my 'University happiness' is for a fact the people. It took me a while to get to know them but never in my life have I met such a wonderful, welcoming, entertaining yet diverse number of classmates. They made me want to go into a boring 2 hour History of English seminar just to hear the latest on Toms 'man-bag' & slumber issues, Miles' 'getting hungover' stories, play a bit of 'where's Ni'am', get the latest stories from Maxine and relive the massively drunken antics of mine and Olivias frolicks with Gromit slippers and beef sarnies. Oh and to hear Miss Thompson call our Nick a 'snazzer' and plan our future foam events with 2 sprite bottles and a half bottle of vodka and I cannot possibly forget the famous shot vase. I've had such support from all these people, and the ones not mentioned - you all know who you are and it makes me happy to be in the University that I am. I miss them all loads and now want this summer to be over just so more memories can be made with the Linguistic bunch!! Okay so 'Dialect & Dialectology' doesn't sound fun, probably won't be so I'm counting on them lot to make it what it was last year.... snazzy with lots of squidgey cake. Thanks guys :)