Second blog post in a row. Calm down, fellas, this still doesn’t mean anything. (I’m a total commitmentphobe when it comes to recording my life, as it happens. You’ve hit me deep) Today – if we’re judging days by sleeping patterns – was a fairly busy day. I gave up on the coursework at around 2am last night and woke up at 7am to finalise it. That gave me a two hour nap (a rareity!) before I dashed around, tidying my room and getting ready for the day.
My room has been a pit of total despair for several weeks now. Megan told me that her and Kerry stood at my bedroom door earlier (not in a creepy way, it’s adjacent to the stairs and the front door) and Kerry gasped, “It’s so tidy!”
Megan said she just shrugged and went, “Maura’s handed in her coursework.”
I don’t know if I mentioned earlier, but myself, Megan, Kay and Tina all lived together in a flat with six other (male) people last year, and so we know each other’s living habits inside out. Kerry moved in with us only a few months ago, so she’s got some catching up to do. Her lesson learned today:
Maura’s room is hideously messy running up to deadlines. After deadlines, I will go on a total purge and suddenly everything is spotless. It’s a response to the deadline stress I have, and I physically cannot focus on anything but work, and the whole world descends into chaos around me. Tidying my room just feels like some sort of cathartic completion, one massive big whopping symbol of ‘I’ve handed work in and I deserve to celebrate in a tidy room!’ I’m not sure symbol is the right word (my story had a lot to do with symbolism actually), and my language isn’t behaving too well either, but I’m all clever-worded out, so deaaaaaaal with it.
I might post my story on here. I’m a little wary about posting it anywhere online while it’s being assessed, but I think a grand total of one person knows that this blog is live and kicking again (well, I mentioned it to the housemates), but my housemates don’t have the link and the other person doesn’t even go to my university, so maybe I will. You’re clearly not going to get wordy satisfaction from this post!
Anyway, to celebrate this deadline success, I invited people over to my house. It’s the first time I’ve invited my group of mates (outside the house ones) into my humble abode, and it’s really lovely just having a group of people over to chat. It’s also the first time the group of friends that I regularly go to the pub with met my housemates properly, all of them chatting and chilling out together.
Fuck this. One problem of doing a degree where you write critically and creatively, is that I’m far too damn critical of anything of mine that isn’t creative (or that is creative for that matter!) My prose is dying. Have a story instead:
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