The Final Countdown..

At last! I'm in the last week of summer employment, and it feels oh-so-good.

I'll miss the disposable income, naturally - but on the bright side, i'll save a tonne by not being a part of central city life, and not being literally around the corner from Marks & Spencer.
My purse will thank me - my wardrobe not so much. I can't wait to have nothing to do with my days barr watch sky movies and chillax in my sweats.
Hello, student life! Oh, how I've missed you.

Plans for this week: After just reading HB's new blog, i might undertake a social experiment of my own. I'm not quite sure what yet though - it just seems like a challenge. Not that I have any real addictions to abstain from. Might not be the brightest idea i've had actually, after all..

Getting my nails redone Wednesday - for which I cannot wait! As soon as work is over it's going to be acrylics, ahoy! (And no more orphan fingers.) When i'm back in uni with zero mullar for food it's going to be tough justifying this unneccessary extravagance in hindsight, but i'm living in the moment, and am excited to feel the prospect of looking fabulous.
Post-appointment, Orange Wednesdays time! One of the highlights to my otherwise tedious week - a cheap cinema date with LB. Not too sure what film is on the cards, but if it has even half as good a soundtrack as Bandslam (Last Wednesdays choice) then i'll be happy, happy, happy.
Fucking Vanessa-slut-Hudgens.

Tomorrow night I think it's time for a catch-up, third-wheeling with BH & Boyf. Bleurgh. It's the worst thing when a boy and a girl, two lovelys as seperates quite literally become each others' lives. Hello, we're teens! This whole settling down thing is for post-40 year old women, verging on the downwards slope of menopause life- not at all correct now we're in our prime!

No doubt i'll drink myself silly to get over the awkwardness of the whole situation.. Again.

Weekend boasts the potential for absolutely anything. Fantastic. After sacking off working at both V AND Leeds Festivals in the name of keeping my real job (and prospect of future employment) - and having not got the physical capacity to handle a (bad-kind-of-cocktail) Creamfields, and not organizing a trip to Rock-en-Seine - looks like it's not going to be the final mash-up of summer I'd hoped for. I'm not really complaining though. I'm (again) hopeful i'll win the Euromillions Friday, and my bank holiday weekend will then plan itself out quite nicely. Oh, such a dreamer.

On another note, I feel my summer attitude has been somewhat mean towards rugby boys in general. This was a terrible judgement on my part. Turns out it's only the boys that play union (MY, MU) are pricks. The league boys are still, from what I gather, quite fabulous. Mmm. Having witnessed my first live league match yesterday, i'm a newly founded fan of the Wolves reserve team. Speaking of -
The elder EJ in my life has made her relationship with Wolves player W brother FB offical.
The younger EJ - courting a certain 23 year-old that's already boasting two other J's under his belt.
I'm the only one quite unlucky in L this summer season. Unfortunate, but not an entire disaster.
I'll hit the St. Tropez, get in the gym - and by the time Fresher's comes around i'll hopefully be back on form!
With University around the corner, a 20th Birthday and some fantastic escapes to look forward to this Autumn- things can only get better!
(Once again the prospects of Paris and Madrid are getting me all excited.)

Ahh - Paris, mon Amour.