Let's Make Believe...

'Words like violence, break the silence; come crashing in, into my little world...'

Apologies for the delay in posting, the last half a week has been very busy, well, not busy as such; more eventful than anything.

Since my last post I appear to have come down with oesophogitis, meaning that I find myself short of breath and suffer chest pain whenever I try to consume liquids or solids. I spent 4 hours of Sunday in accident and emergency, being tested for heart problems, blood clots and the like. All the tests came up negative so the only thing that the doctor could think that it was was said oesophogitis. Though far from pleasant, it was the better alternative (other possibilities were a popped lung, pancreatitis or a heart attack) so I can count myself lucky on one count. On the other hand, there is no drugs for it; I was told that I was to avoid alchohol, non-basic foods and to take only paracetamol (as ibuprofen and other such painkillers are inflamatory, which is the last thing I need with a restricted windpipe) and to wait a few weeks and hopefully it'll go away.

As such, I missed my coach on the Sunday and am still home, which brings me on to my other major point: I'm essentially a University drop-out now.

I've spent the last couple of days looking at jobs in the newspaper and online, while at the same time looking at courses at ARU (Anglia Ruskin University, my local Uni) to take next school year. While getting a job in these hard times is going to be a trial, it's still a better alternative than dragging myself out of bed each day to University classes that can only be best described as "basic". I've been told that I could stick with it for three years and end up with a good, high degere at the end of it, but, I feel, at the cost of my little remaining sanity and strangely enough some of my brain cells. There is an elementary difference between easy, and downright boring.

So as such I am thinking through my options. I can transfer course at Southampton, drop out and get a job and look at different Uni's around the country again, or get a job and go to ARU. Over the next few days my aim is to have decided which of these three options I am going to go with.

Finally I must mention Ted's party on Saturday, which was a lot of fun. I just wish I had been able to eat more. Though stressful for my parents and Brenda, I'm sure everyone had a lot of fun as we usually do with these kinds of parties. And Kelly even had friends over later in the evening to save her from socialising with the older people as I had to. My dropping out and Uni course was the hot topic, but luckily I was in a very talkative mood given that my time at University is void of intelligent conversation; so that when I'm home I seem to crave it, which is dead unusual for me.

'Always look on the bright side of life, always look on the light side of life.'

-Ross