celebration and back to work

My blog will be very short today for a few reasons. One is the darkening hangover clouding my brain which I have to clear if I want to do any work today. Yes, my deadline for many an essay was yesterday and I surprised myself by not only getting everything in without a panic, but finishing it early and getting it in with a feeling of absolute calm. However that isn't the end. I have an exam on Thursday for which I am not particularly prepared for. I, of course, went out to celebrate the end (nearly) last night with many people who had no deadlines at all or for them that deadline was their last. Beginning with a couple of pints at 2 in the afternoon is never a good sign, but I managed to keep my composure despite having lost my sobriety down the bottom of a beer bottle and ended up playing the confidant for many of my friends in not very serious, thankfully, relationship issues. I enjoyed myself despite the terrible music our student union plays, there is yet to be a quality club night in Carmarthen and I have toyed with the idea of starting my own on many occasions so maybe this year, along with all of the other things I want to do, I will make it happen. It can only be this year, so I should make it as great as I can. I wore the dress that I mentioned in a previous post with a waistcoat and flat boots because I didn't feel quite like wearing heels, I expected to be doing a lot more dancing. I am also far too excited about the shoes I won on eBay to think about wearing anything else and I am going over in my head about the various items of clothing I own that can accompany such splendid footwear and trying not to think about things I don't own that would go. Always a difficulty.
Another reason for this blog being short, my original intention yet at the rate I am going it looks like it will be the same length as all of the others, is that I am meeting my friend for a post drinking binge burger (veggie for me) and chips with a nice cold pint of coke and a necessary pint of water to make me feel slightly better about what I've been putting in my body.
I could have come down to my university computer rooms earlier today, but realistically that was never going to happen. Instead I spent my morning repairing my coat and my bag which were both barely held together by very loose threads until I launched at them with my needle and thread. My wonderfully warm Zara coat which must be reaching its third year was in ruins. The lining in the pocket and the right sleeve was in shreds. My Beatles bag is the perfect size for fitting everything I need and lots of things I don't in, but isn't too clumpy which I have never been a fan of. The inside lining again was torn, I swear I must unintentionally abuse everything I own, resulting in many losses of little hair clips and other random items until I realise I have to shove my hand in the lining, only worsening the wound, to retrieve them.
My last reason is that I have to get back to work. Despite drunken celebrations and procrastinating by sewing up things I'm sure could last a little longer, I am faced with the inevitable fact that I have a timed essay to prepare. Write it, memorise it, forget it as soon as the hour and a half is up. Pointless, but there we go. Not entirely sure what life skill this is teaching me, but it must be done.
On this negative note I will sign off with the promise that I will return with a lot more cheer even though the exam will be closer than it is now.
But first things first; I have to go for a burger.