This week in the life of me has been a strange mixture of fun and absolute boredom/depression.It all started with my birthday on Friday....

Woke up, still felt ill . Had to rush around like crazy to be in town in time for my hair appointment. After 3 hours of colouring, my hair looked almost the same and i was £70 poorer. Almost ran home because it was after 3 o'clock and I knew it was going to take me about 4 hours to get ready! Got to the flat sweating so bad (i think i had a temperature) and in a foul mood. The flat was a tip so spent ages cleaning it up before i finally got into the bath. After that I was a whirlwind of make up, clothes, hair products, fake tan until 3 and a half hours later i emerged looking pretty nice. I'd spent so long getting ready that I didn't have time to eat anything, oh well I'll have an Amaretto and Coke please....

The night was SO much fun, a really good turnout of friends and family and I didn't have to pay for a single drink all night. Almost threw up at one point because of lack of food and a coughing fit after drinking vodka. Ran behind the bar to get to the flat (I live above the bar hosting my party ) but got accosted on the way by my boyfs aunty/landlady who made me drink sambuca (she is very insistent). Finally got up to the flat and made toast which sorted me out and i partied on for a few more hours.
So, Friday night = super fun.
Saturday = wasted day spent in bed.
Sunday = wasted morning, dragged myself out of bed to go eat sunday dinner at boyf's aunt's house, then a trip to my parents feeling really guilty haven't been home in ages.
Monday = boring day spent in the flat playing computer games.
Tuesday = boring day, went out at night to watch shit bands play in a shit venue.
Then came Wednesday....
Oh doom! I told myself I would wake up early and get the Train back to uni. Spent so long messing around watching daytime TV that I never got motivated to go! Felt really lethargic and apathetic. Just sat around staring until the boyf came home from work. He went out and I sat around smoking (even though I have a killer cough) and watching shit TV. Felt so sick of being a student. I spent the whole day wishing that I had a career to go do instead of mooching around and occaisionally studying. Wednesday sucked! Evening came and I promised myself never to spend another day wallowing in boredom. I will wake up early each day (9.30am) and DO something.
My alarm went off at 9.30 today and I slept in til 11.....
TYPICAL!!
I did finally get myself onto the train and went back to uni. Felt guilty the whole way there that I hadn't seen or spoken to my housemates in a week. Luckily, they all seemed normally friendly so I guess they didn't mind my disappearance too much.
I haven't studied in almost 2 weeks! Finally did some work tonight so feel a bit more positive.
I really need to get my act together and stop sitting around doing nothing! This is going to be a turning point for me. I never want another day as pointlessly miserable as wednesday.
It's time for sleep now, tomorrow I'm going to attempt to get up at 9.30 again - i WILL do it!
Can't believe i'm 25.... thank you and goodnight x