I took great delight in getting books out the library today in Peckham, in preparation for my course, I guess reading through a personal account of one of Murdoch's free-lance writers is what you could call 'over preparing' but, i'd rather know. I need to know the industry I want to get into. Somehow, reading all the theory and all the 'key words' from different passages is perfect for me, and i'm not even big into reading.
Gran turned to me when as a news correspondant came on the TV earlier and said "That's what I can see you doing Mel" I for one, don't really know anymore, is the media going to chew me up and spit me out?
I think i've just been ropped into a brassy booze up down South Croydon on Saturday, and all I can see myself doing for a few 'run-up days' is sit in my room surrounding myself with Grandad's old tri-pods and indie-mash up CD's. I'm also a little worried about the tube journey, I still need to get my head around where I need to be and how much music I need to download, I hope socialising is worth it for this, i'm so disorientated still.
Day 2 has also been somewhat productive, i've 90% finished my bedroom now, it looks kind of hippy, but it's warm and cosy and I feel safe, i've got a new camera, a library card and some boots, which is pretty perfect. I came to London though feeling like everything was going to get done: I need to get a job still, book my freshers pass, change my address at the bank. But all I feel safe doing at the moment is hiding away, bits and bobs. I guess I have 2 weeks (ish) to become fully prepared for adult life, none of it is appealing to me at the moment.
As soon as i'm stuck into studying and socialising again i'll be more content. And when my cats are settled i'll be happier. I'm an introvert, my Gran was on the phone to her niece, musing about how quiet I am, "she just sits there with her headphones in" if only she saw me back in Norfolk... hell... i'm sure that would have been a shock and a half, maybe in London i'll be me again, I think i'm almost me now, writing, mad-cat lady and so fucking indie my new room.
Gran turned to me when as a news correspondant came on the TV earlier and said "That's what I can see you doing Mel" I for one, don't really know anymore, is the media going to chew me up and spit me out?
I think i've just been ropped into a brassy booze up down South Croydon on Saturday, and all I can see myself doing for a few 'run-up days' is sit in my room surrounding myself with Grandad's old tri-pods and indie-mash up CD's. I'm also a little worried about the tube journey, I still need to get my head around where I need to be and how much music I need to download, I hope socialising is worth it for this, i'm so disorientated still.
Day 2 has also been somewhat productive, i've 90% finished my bedroom now, it looks kind of hippy, but it's warm and cosy and I feel safe, i've got a new camera, a library card and some boots, which is pretty perfect. I came to London though feeling like everything was going to get done: I need to get a job still, book my freshers pass, change my address at the bank. But all I feel safe doing at the moment is hiding away, bits and bobs. I guess I have 2 weeks (ish) to become fully prepared for adult life, none of it is appealing to me at the moment.
As soon as i'm stuck into studying and socialising again i'll be more content. And when my cats are settled i'll be happier. I'm an introvert, my Gran was on the phone to her niece, musing about how quiet I am, "she just sits there with her headphones in" if only she saw me back in Norfolk... hell... i'm sure that would have been a shock and a half, maybe in London i'll be me again, I think i'm almost me now, writing, mad-cat lady and so fucking indie my new room.
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