Last year when I finished my three-year degree I was decidedly not ready to leave uni. So I did an extra year of honours, conducted my research and wrote a 21,000 thesis. This was the worse year of my life, and I truly thought nothing would be harder than the HSC. In the last few weeks I have been feeling like I am in labour (without an epidural), about to give birth to a twenty-pound baby that just refuses to leave me (theoretically, obviously, as I have never been pregnant and certainly not to a twenty-pound baby).
However this baby is now DONE. I have not had alcohol in about six months. I have not seen many of my friends in this same time period. I have not eaten a meal, watched a half-hour television show, worked a shift at work, or had a conversation where my thesis is not constantly at the forefront of my mind. I seriously cannot imagine what it must be like to do a PhD (Jessie, how?!). But you know what I missed most throughout the year (apart from booze, obviously)? Watching a DVD and being totally relaxed. Even right now as I'm typing this I'm wondering whether I should still be editing. Fuck it. Here is what I have most been looking forward to doing all year:
|Just bought season 1!!!|
|Duh have seen it all, but have been dying to go back and watch all the Chuck/Blair|
|Again, revisiting old faves.|
|Can't believe I've never seen this. Sorry bb Ryan <3|
OH AND I HAVE BARELY EVEN GONE TO THE MOVIES. Going to the movies is my favourite thing. It is what I do as soon as I need to relax/am bored. I fucken love it. Nothing makes me happier than being at the movies mid-week with barely any people in the theatre. Sigh. I want to go to there.