It's currently 17:48 on a Sunday, which means tomorrow is Monday and the last week of term...
I find it so scary how one whole semester has flown by..that is 11 weeks have just disappeared in a flash. I question myself everyday about what I have been doing...I feel like I've done absolutely nothing at all. On a more happier note Christmas is around the corner :) the season to get fat, be jolly and spend time with the family!
Even though this holiday I will be working on my dissertation and essay I can rest in comfort I don't have a flight to catch like I did last year. I still cannot believe that this time last year I was in America, studying for my finals and now I'm sitting in the library at Loughborough. I find that the older I get the faster time seems to past...or is that just me being silly?
My goal for tonight is to write at least 1000 words for my chapter which means I have another 750 to go until my target is met.. Why on earth do I never learn, and why on earth do I procrastinate so much? I guess old habits die hard...
