So....I have been rather absent from my blogging duties this last month, but I guess I've had good reason, that being 1. essay-writing 2. my mood, the latter being caused in part by the former, and in part because of me losing my ID on a night out at the end of last month....not a fun 4 weeks. But now the stresses of finishing second year are all over. My Victorian essay destroyed me mentally more than anything; I thought I had my plan together but it took me all-bloody-day! The next day was possibly my lowest moment as I panicked like crazy hating the intro I had pulled together and needed an emergency meeting with my tutor to fix my idea - which she proceeded to turn on its head and force me to rethink all the research I had spent the previous day doing.....I pulled a better intro together and emailed it to her that evening. From there, I had several days of anxiety and thoughts of 'what if I just didn't do it?' before the Sunday arrived and I was done with it (for the time being anyway). Essay #2: Gothic, was a bit kinder but I still struggled to reach my self-imposed word count on some days, meaning many days I had to forego my evening's entertainment (or my paid internship at the art gallery) just to get it done. And again, Sunday finally arrived and I was done. Monday 22nd May was my submission day and that felt SO good to see the back of, meaning Tuesday I could treat myself to a hair cut and colour before heading off to Budapest.
That was quite the trip: galleries, monuments, museums, synagogues, markets, and so many puns from my friend Jenna, it drove me and my other friend Tamsyn insane! But that was a fun kind of insane, unlike the two girls we were forced to room with. The trip was designed for History students but opened up to the English department as not enough people had signed up for it, meaning me and my two friends were the only 3 English students going, meaning we knew no one but each other. These two girls were very bitchy and judgmental and - oh dear - they took many of the jokes we made amongst ourselves literally (like how Tamsyn jokingly called me a Satan Worshipper). By the second night, we began to complain while they were gone, feeling judged for staying in every night. Ended up having a serious chat and sorted our differences but it didn't feel like it'd made much of a difference. The three of us were pretty glad to be going home, if only to get away from them. The trip itself was very rushed, our guide (Anxious Stepdad we called him) trying to keep us all together and following a strict timetable so we didn't have alot of time to ourselves to explore - one reason why I feel the need to come back to Budapest for a more relaxed look around. We got back on the night of Saturday 27th - meaning I had to miss the Victorian Party at the library which I thought I'd been able to attend. Now it is simply enjoying my free time and stressing a little over when I will get to go home and how I am going to work moving my stuff to my new house around the Port Eliot Festival at the end of July. Fingers crossed it all works out soon because I miss Jackson so much!
I will try to keep my blogging up through the holiday to make up for my missed days, alongside researching and reading for my dissertation and third year, and hanging out with friends and family.
Until then, later!
