Long time, no speak. I'm sorry about that - not that these blog posts really improve your life or whatever, so not that big of a deal. But. I've been extremely busy and stressed and I GOT INTO UNIVERSITY BITCHES!!!!!!!
That statement there, explains why I haven't really written anything in a while. I've just had so much random stuff going on and I've had to start sorting things out for uni.
NOT TO MENTION MY DICKISH NEIGHBOURS.
First, things first: UNI
I got into uni. After all the troubles that I've had - the ones I've written about on here, and the ones that some of you may have lived through with me; I spent the better part of two months in bed during my last year of GCSEs. I've had quite a few brushes (more than brushes!!) with depression, severe anxiety, stress and whole slew of other problems and random illnesses, so ME + UNI = UNLIKELY; now it's almost like a weight has been lifted. Like I finally got to where I wanted to be. I actually made it. And that's a seriously big deal for me. I'm a year behind most of my friends. I'm not really doing a traditional course. I'm living away from home for the first time. But I'm doing well. I'm hopeful.
So, llamas, this weirdo is going to be at University College Birmingham studying Baking and Patisserie Technology.
Now, I'm trying to find all the things I need for uni, and I tend to obsess - I'm driving my mum mad BUT she's indulging me be because she knows what this means to me, and I love her more for it. I also think I might have too much stuff for my little studio (which is bloody expensive). The extra stuff in the house is apparently too much for my grandma because all she's doing is complaining about it all, but, I'm only going to be around for two more weeks and then I'm gone!!!!!! I'll deal.
I'm also trying to sort out all my last minute student finance and I qualify to apply for the Disabled Student Allowance (DSA). This basically helps with specialised equipment that is supposed to make my life easier and basically help me miss as little uni as possible. And OH MY GOD. Mum and I went into the Needs Assessment (basically an assessment to look at what you'd need and what they can offer (a report is written and sent for approval)) thinking we might just get a laptop and dictaphone to help with my dyslexia. BUT THEY WERE SO HELPFUL. So, now I'm waiting for approval for that. Also, my maintenance loan doesn't come in until after my rent is due so I have to figure that out. So all-in-all I'm probably as stressed as I usually am about life, but I feel better because it's not just random background stress. My stress has a purpose. It has goals. It has a future. It's going to get into university, find a man and be happy.
Okay, now THE EXPLANATION OF THE DICKISH NEIGHBOURS. Starring Raffi, Mum, Grandma and Me. Coming to cinemas near you.
We got new neighbours about a month ago and everything was fine, but about a week ago (heeyyyyy) they decided to burn some shit up (yeah, I'm tryna be cool and it ain't workin' one bit) in their back garden, about a foot away from our fence. We were all a bit freaked out because there was so much smoke - like we were debating whether to call the fire department, and well, Raffi doesn't like smoke and fire to begin with - he's a long haired dog, of course, he doesn't like fire. But he completely freaked out. He's technically not allowed upstairs and we keep the doors closed so he can't get up - one of them is a sliding door with no catch but we have a baby gate as well. He got over the baby gate, through the door and upstairs. Then decided he was never coming down ever again.
He's been like that most of the week, and he won't go back into our garden unless someone is with him. Oh, and did I mention that my neighbours did that two days in a row and tried to smoke us out of our own home.
It's not illegal to have a bonfire in your back garden - at least not under our council laws - but COME ON PEOPLE - FIRE SAFETY. Not to mention that you're supposed to take into account how the bonfire would affect neighbours. And seriously, it's way too close to our fence, like, fair enough you want it out of your way, but don't try to set fire to our property.
If you hadn't guessed, I'm kinda pissed off - I mean COMMON SENSE.
We've decided, if they do it again, we're gonna call the fire department as concerned citizens - lots of smoke coming from a back garden, fire.... we can only assume that there's an out of control fire and we fear for our and our neighbours safety. You know, concerned citizens *wink wink*.
I suppose those are the major things going on at the moment. So I now have nothing to say. Except for, I'm not sure when I'll next get time to blog. Maybe I'll give you a hard hitting expose on Freshers life (oh who am I kidding - I'll probably give you a list of alcohols not to mix).
Shenaya xx
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