So, do you remember about two blog posts ago when I said I'm back into blogging and am ready to blog consistently? Well, clearly that turned out to be a big fat lie. General life is getting in the way. I thought I'd just summarise things becuase sometimes it's just nice to know what's going on in someone elses (or keeping track of your own) life. I thought I'd structure this using headings which are questions everybody and their best friend has been asking lately.
"How far are you on your UCAS application?"
I'm in my last year of school (how did this happen, seriously) and so everyone is finally having to put the post 18 plans that have always seemed so far away, into action. I've always been a little cocky when it came to my five year plan which has been in place since the second week of year nine. So really it serves me right that I completely changed my desired career/degree about two weeks before the majority of university open days were coming to a close. I have gone from fashion journalism to criminology. Luckily I've managed to sneak in three real open days and two independent visits. Crossing one off the list because I didn't like it, that gives me four universities to apply for so far. I am going to sneak another visit in next week and then hopefully I have my five.
All I need to do now is dust off my personal statement that I've had in draft mode for a month and tweak it and delete entire paragraphs to fit in the news ones I've had floating around in my head for a fortnight. Get it checked and double checked by three different teachers and two parents and then that's finished. Fill in my last little details (most of them), pay my ucas money and send it off. Then hopefully wait for some offers to roll in
or cry about my lack of offers while eating some Ben and Jerrys frozen yoghurt in front of a fifth consecutive episode of NCIS.Who am I kidding? I'll be doing that whether universities send me offers or not.
"Have you started driving yet?"
I'm not proud of it but I'll be honest, my answers became a little snappy to this one. I just wasn't one of those people who wanted to drive the minute they turned 17, if that's you then good for you because hey, you'll be driving sooner, but please assume that after the 100th time of asking me that I will tell you when I start. I knew I wanted to learn before uni but I just didn't really mind when. However, I got asked this at work and in a bit of a busy panic told someone I was starting the next week. (A bread re-filling crisis apparently makes me spurt out lies, who knew? yep, bread crisis) This accidental lie meant I actually had to get around to booking some lessons, spend more than a months wages and hit the roads. My driving instructor is so lovely and I'm loving driving, even if I do feel a little awkward when seven cars are driving very slowly behind me. The clutch sometimes forgoes my mind and I'm definitely no stranger to stalling but so far so good.
"You out tonight?"
Honestly, probably not. It's cold and my family are too busy critiquing the Strictly dancers and perfecting our 'Severrrrrn'. If it isn't Strictly, I'm probably meant to be doing some school work and/or revision so I'll definitely be on tumblr listening to Taylor swift. Aren't we all?
Hope you're having a wonderful week,
Victoria xx
