Change of plans. I am too ill for this cold weather. I have been fine all day but the moment I stepped outside to get some washing from the outhouse my nose began its olympic training for the day. So instead of a night out in Chavtown, I am going to go spend my night with a friend who has chicken pox. Insane? Maybe. But I had chicken pox when I was young so statistically I should be safe, just got to hope that my lowered immune system of the moment doesn't open me up to illness... I hear that shingles is pretty nasty.
Today I have been so bored. I have decided that as my job hunting mission is picking up more during the week and I am doing much more about it I am going to give myself weekends off. But wow, it is BORING! I have been able to think of nothing to do. I may go up to mothers soon to watch Burnley on TV. It really does make me wish they were a premiership team so I could enjoy them on TV more than once a year. But other than that today has been filled with tidying away clothes and dancing around my room to the radio. There really is nothing better than a secret dance about.
I have been looking through my final university project today. I really am quite a talented designer, even if I do say so myself. I should look through it more often though. The final months of tears, stress and no sleep were terrible, but just as a mother and child birth, when I look at my work all I think of are the happy moments. The feelings of success and finally hearing my tutor say "I think you are finally there" after months of "You are nearly there, just not quite". The reminder that some people in the industry really do think I have what it takes to be great.
I also quite like my inspirational quote of the day on my calendar today. And with it being a weekend it actually lasts for 2 days... "It is not so important where one settles down. The best thing is to follow your instincts without too much reflection" And who said this? Albert Einstein. How can I ignore such genius? Father also brought out the faerie cards again last night. Not sure if I was showing signs of negativity, perhaps the mini breakdown in Manchester from the evil bitch lady from hell is what did it, but father seemed to think I needed a bit of faerie positivity. At the moment they are telling me to follow my dreams and embrace my creativity. Also said something about becoming financially comfortable, not sure if that means I'm going to get a job so therefore money, or that there just isnt really anything coming up that requires me to spend money so I can finally get back to saving some after Christmas robbed me of it all.
I do love a hormone-free, happy life 
Jobs Applied For_ 0
Tears_ 0
Knickers found_ 0
