My exam is tomorrow, I'm starting to feel stressed (my stomach is playing tricks on me), I'm really not doing enough. I've ended up only studying three topics (which is not a lot really), of which I've only done one and a half at the moment. Today is going to be... Intensive studying!
I found an areoflot flight for 360 £, which would be so good (stopover in Moscow = vodka and cigarettes), but aunt can't decide whether she wants me to go or not, or better, she's told me to wait until thursday or friday. Well, I don't really mind (because she's paying part of the ticket, basically if it goes over 500 euros), but still. I need to sort out the visa and stuff, and apparently it takes quite a while for people not resident in the UK. But I'll go to the embassy or whatever it is myself, so it shouldn't take too long. Hopefully. Apart from that, my mum will send me a guide and I also need to buy a bigger memory card for my camera (I'm not bringing my laptop with me, so I need at least 64 megs or something). Luckily they're quite cheap, but between that and the visa it's going to come up to 60-80 quid meaning... Need to get money off parents. Erm. I really exploit them.
Now I feel guilty about buying my new Miss Sixty jeans for a ridiculous price (don't ask because I won't tell you, just know I've never spent so much money on one pair of jeans, but they're like perfect, what I'd be looking for for ages). They're lovely though. Low waist, tight on the waist with a lovely zip, but then quite baggy, with pockets on the legs and stuff. They're extremely long, I'll need to find some safety pins somewhere but... They're perfect. I love them. I also bought two green tops because green is my favourite colour at the moment... Basically, I've been spending too much money. But it's the summer and I'm happy, so I don't care.
I also need to start organizing my storage and things. That I'll do on thursday, go and check out the place, find out how much space I need, etc. Hopefully I'll pack and move everything on monday/tuesday. It makes me incredibly sad to move out, but at the same time it means I'm moving into Jay's room which is... A lovely idea, I just can't wait to wake up every morning next to him, and seeing him every single day. By the way, I'm getting tired of my brother reading this and then telling my parents about it. Having my mum telling me 'oh, your brother said that you write lots of 'things' about your new boyfriend on your blog' is extremely irritating. This is my business, and I don't necessarily want my parents or my family in general to know about it, especially when it comes to my relationships and my sex life. That's why I've got a disclaimer up there, you know? So please leave me alone.
I'm in a complete frenzy. Can't wait for those 10 or so days when I'll have nothing to do, because after that... It's going to be continuous travelling for about three weeks. Which is not a negative thing, no, but is going to be kind of stressful.
By the way, if you want me to send you a postcard from India, email me your address and I'll see what I can do.
Back to work, fcking Bates and dual transition and corruption and democratization. I'm almost giving up on this exam, I really am.