Highlighter Stars.

After being home for only 3 days, I’m off to Florida tomorrow for 2 weeks. We’re flying into Tampa, staying around Clearwater for a few days then driving up to Kissimmee for a 10 day stay in a villa. I have a feeling I’ll be spending quite a bit of that time writing postcards and searching for presents! I’m just too nice for my own good sometimes. Well …

My mother’s paid to have the pool heated for the whole time we’re there, which is excellent. Busy/hot day? Yes, I think I will go for a swim to relax/cool down, why thank you.
I’d bought a swimsuit and bikini when I was in Brighton, but I managed to leave them in my room at uni (come on, it’s not an obvious thing to remember), so yesterday my mother and I had to dash down to Tesco to get me some swimwear (since there was no way I was wearing the too small faded tankini I’ve had for at least 3 years). There was a good selection, so success was had.

Now to hope it’s warm and sunny while we’re there! *crosses fingers*

I should be in a Media Studies seminar, but I couldn’t be bothered to go. I had a test at 9am and just wanted to be done with the term after that.

My parents are coming to pick me up this afternoon. I wish I could stay for this evening, but since I’m going to Florida on Tuesday, and we’re driving up to the airport on Monday, I’d only have Sunday to get everything sorted if I left tomorrow. And that would invariably end up with me panicking. Which is never a good thing.

By the end of last term, I quite wanted to go home. But this term, the end has come upon me so quickly that I’ve barely had time to think about it.
If the whole of university goes as quickly as the last two terms have gone, I just know that 4 years of my life will pass in a blur, and at the end of it I’ll be left wondering what exactly I did with my life all that time. Still, I’ve had 2 very good terms, so if the rest of the university is destined to go just as quickly, I can cope with that.

We have somewhere to live next year! This is excellent news indeed. Although the house isn’t ready at the moment, by the time we move in it’ll be all fully refirbished and will be all shiny and amazing and like something out of an Ikea catalogue. Say no to shitty student housing!

After the landlords told us yesterday that they were going to be sending out the tenancy agreement that evening, and it was whichever group (out of 3 interested parties) got it back first that got the house, me, Sphie and Mark got back from the house viewing and sat in the kitchen, half playing Monopoly, half listening out for the email alert sound. After 2 false alarms (causing the three of us to almost break our necks running out of the kitchen down the hall to Mark’s room), it finally arrived. Mark printed it, then the 3 of us signed it. Daniel came over and he signed it too, then Mark ran across to Lewes Court Phase 2 to get Ben to sign it, while me, Sphie and Daniel walked after him. We left Daniel to go to the dryness of his flat, and made our way back through the blinding rain (and no, I’m not even exaggerating - we couldn’t actually see where we were going at one point).

Unfortunately, due to the rain, by the time Mark got back to Stanmer, all of the ink had run on the agreement. So we had to print another copy and, since we were already completely soaked through, the three of us traipsed back across to Lewes Court. This time the agreement was safely stored in a plastic folder, which was wrapped in two plastic bags.
When we got back, Mark scanned the signed agreement into his laptop and then went to send it. Should have been simple, right? It wasn’t. The file was too big, and kept crashing Mark’s laptop.
Sphie and I eventually went to bed, but Mark managed to email it to the landlords at quarter to 3 in the morning. And it’s a good job he did, because when Sphie rang up this morning, another group had rung to say they wanted the house. But because we’d already shown that we’d signed the agreement we got the house!

Sphie and Mark went and handed in part of our deposits today, so YES! It’s ours!

Now comes the fun part of who gets what bedroom …

Okay, I’ve apparently not updated this for quite a while. Mainly because I’ve had nothing to say. Therefore I am announcing a change of pace to this blog!

Instead of my random pointless posts, I’m going to attempt to update this on a more regular basis with life-related things instead of sheer randomness. How that’ll work out remains to be seen.

This morning I finally did something with the Walking Society (so, over 10 weeks after making my New Year’s Resolution to join it, I got there. Better late than never, I suppose). Kate and I joined them for an Easter Egg Hunt. We had to follow ribbons that were tied up on various things (trees, lamposts etc), up the path at the side of Brighthelm, along a country road, across some fields, onto another path and then finally down into Stanmer Village. There was a tree in the church graveyard that had been filled with lots of chocolate.

Considering we only had to pay £1 to go, I got an excellent (or egg-cellent … but I won’t go there) amount of chocolate; an actual Easter Egg, 4 Creme Eggs and a tube of Smarties. Plus I got out in the fresh air and did the most exercise I’ve done since … actually, since Friday when I managed to strain almost every muscle in my upper body EyeToying with Emma and James. But yes, fresh air and chocolate. I approve.

I also need to stop saying ‘I approve’ to everything. It makes me sound like an idiot.