'Stressed' is 'desserts' spelt backwards

Listening to: Radio 1

Conjunctivitis. Sinusitis. And now a fungal infection and disobedient skin. My immune system seems to have gone on holiday. The all-knowing parents are blaming the stress...or it could be diabetes, apparently :-|.

So a change in lifestyle is in order. Bring on the fruits, veg and water...and bye-bye to the sweets (eek!). OK maybe not 'bye-bye', but some time apart, at least. Eating 'healthy' is soooo not me. I'm used to eating however much I want, of whatever I want, whenever I want. Oh well.

I hope this works. I've got enough on my plate as it is.

Good news!

Listening to: 'Amber' by 311 [From Chaos]

I am forcing myself to sit down and blog. Otherwise it'll never get done. Kinda like Facebook. And txt messages on my phone. And emails from friends. I reply some and not others...no rhyme or reason to it. Bizarre. Yeah I'm weird.

Swiftly moving on...

I FOUND A PLACE TO LIVE!!! It's a small studio flat...the living area is a bit more than twice the size of my current room, and there's a tiny kitchenette and a nice bathroom. The fridge is bigger than the fridge I currently share with all my housemates! And it's only a few lanes away from where I am right now, so distance to the lab won't be a problem.

Ah I'm so excited! I've wanted out of this place for a while now. No more dirty kitchen worktops, dirty bathrooms...boys who forget to put the seat up before they relieve themselves, lazy buggers who won't put the rubbish out...I can't wait. I'm moving in exactly a month's time so I need to start sifting through this mess of a room and throw out stuff I don't need. And then I need to enter the world of energy providers (i.e. gas and electricity), broadband providers (any recommendations? I've heard they're all mostly crap) and possibly insurance.

Oh yeah and all that in the midst of organising departmental events, getting my visa extended and getting some research done. Lovely.

But hey, at least I won't be homeless, right? :-)

F*** the world

Listening to: Radio 1

Just came out of a meeting with my supervisor, so forgive me for not being at my chirpiest self.

I am screwed. I'm coming to the end of my 3rd year and there's TONS to be done. I have weddings and stuff back home in August and December, and the plan was to finish my experimental work by August, come back after the first batch of weddings and write up, and then go home again in December. The way things are looking now...forget August, I don't think I'll be able to go home even in December. I'm probably gonna be doing experimental work till goodness knows when...which means my father's gonna have to start paying my fees. And even then, I probably won't get my PhD.

And if work wasn't too much to handle already, my mother was kind enough to remind me that I'll be homeless in 3 months' time, so I need to get back to looking for a place to live. Yes I need to go back hunting around all the dingy excuses for living space they have in Cambridge and spend hours on the internet looking at listings instead of doing my research.

And in the midst of it all...I've been ignoring all my friends, except for the ones doing (or straight after) PhDs. Why? Because no matter how hard my friends try, they don't understand what I'm going through. They might think they do, but they don't. And they never will.

So fuck off world, and leave me alone. I know you hate me, and I hate you too.

I just want it all to end.