I can’t really explain how excited I am to study feminism in Politics. My class is full of really patriarchal guys and idk I’m just going to shout them all down and be fabulous.
Just before I go…
I was sat with my mum the other day, having a highly inappropriate conversation as per usual. It was all very personal and funny, but it made me realise something: I’m happy with who I am.
From around late-September/October time I’ve been generally getting a lot happier with myself. I’m eating better, looking better, and I’m just feeling better.
I pulled an absolutely gorrrrgeous guy up town a couple weeks back, and not too long ago I convinced some random guy in a club to buy mine and Brad’s drinks all night. Cheapest night out ever and a pretty nice confidence booster at the same time (he loved to dish out the compliments, that one).
But I’ve also realised that I’m capable of achieving a lot academically and intellectually. I’ve exceeded all my expectations with regards to college and UCAS and all the rest of it.
I’m just… happy. I don’t know. I can’t describe it. It’s really great. I can’t believe I’m moving out of Birmingham this year for uni, how cool is that?! (It is to me).
Ahh, life.
(I’m actually going now, back in a few months probably!)
I forgot I even had this.
Huh. Hello.
Life update: I got an offer from Cambridge, I’m more of a drunken (now legal) mess than ever, I’m planning two holidays abroad with friends for the summer, and I’ve met a few interesting guys recently…
My life is pretty perfect right now; I’m happier than I’ve ever been. 2013 is going to be an incredible year for me.
I’ll probably forget about this for months on end again, so until then, holla at cha l8r.
Literally I haven’t used Tumblr in months except for porn so hi hello x
