I'm on the 5th floor of the Brynmor Jones University Library, Hull. I am surrounded by students and books, and shelves I have endlessly paced for the past three years. The view is exactly the same from any of the three sides available to sit at. The Humber Bridge is still there. The only differences are that the book I am reading is one of my own, the computer I'm using is a new shiny black one (as they all appear to be - what a waste of money, UPDATE THE SHAKESPEARE AND JACOBEAN DRAMA SECTIONS!), and that I am no longer a student, and I rather miss it actually.
I've lately dallied with the thought of doing a MA in Nineteenth Century Studies - my favourite period to study - but doing this has a few barriers: One, I'm not entirely sure there's a great call for it in the workplace. Two, that would mean having to find somewhere to live, staying in Hull, and paying over £2500 for the privelege. Three, I don't have £3200 to pay for the damn thing in the first place. As a Student Finance Adviser, I would recommend myself to consider doing it part time, or not at all. Maybe for once I should take my own advice.
Have just been speaking to Ex Girlfriend online for a while. Found it quite easy. Talking perfectly normally. Getting to the 'Well that's not like you, I remember you being like that, jolly laughter all round!' stage. No bad feelings, I didn't care a jot, until she told me about the 5 gigs she was going to this year. Perhaps I should've risen above it but instead I told her that I didn't want to hear about anything They were going to do together, ever. Of course, then she had to go. I've no doubt I'm blocked. I think that's all I'm bothered about actually. Rejoice!
Been a while since a fishy update. The tank politics are becoming unbearable. Juliet has revealed her true machiavellian colours. She is a biter. Alan looks a bit worried all the time. Maddy looks pissed off. Juliet just looks pleased with herself. Who needs TV?
