This summer, I haven't really stopped. I've lived in 2 houses, been dicked about, gotten drunk, and worked (a fuckload) but I haven't had the chance to just sit still and think. You know, just sit here and think. But I've been given a four-hour break at work and for once I don't want to sleep in the Private Dining room, so I thought I'd sit in Starbucks and check over my life.
I suppose the biggest thing happening right now is third year (which is in fact happening at the end of September). I'm quite scared. I don't have any second chances after this, yet I can't motivate myself enough to get this bloody summer journal done. I think I might do a Thoughts From Places* sort of thing to get me started.
In other news, I'm hitting twenty soon. As in, getting old. It's downhill from here, but I've done a lot that I'm proud of. Like, I've moved out (and to my knowledge, I'm the only unmarried somewhat-muslim bengali girl I know to do so. Ooops). Mother still can't bring herself to admit to people/herself that I've moved out - she keeps telling people I'm interning at some London newspaper to save herself the shame. I don't know whether it's asking for much, but I'd like it if she could just acknowledge that I'm doing shit by myself for once, and going for what I want.
I mean, I say "what I want", but what the hell do I want? I guess a list is the next logical step:
- A job I like. Okay, my current job isn't bad. I'm a waitress at some famous as shit pub in one of the sloaniest parts of London, the customers hit on me at time (something to do with being the only brown person there apart from the kitchen porter), the tips are shit and the wage is more so. But the people are good. I suppose I could do better.
- A bit of talent. I'm gonna be honest, I'm not very good at things. I can follow bands pretty well, write averagely, no critical or creative skills to speak of though. Maybe I'll be a PA. No, I'm bloody good at telling other people where they went wrong. And flirting with old men (God, I am a disgrace to my family).
- A bit more money. I suppose we all could though.
It is worth noting that I'm a lot happier these days. Like... a lot. It doesn't take much for me to go over the edge though. I don't like that. I don't like that I've put myself in a vulnerable position where everything could go tits up and I lose my house cause I can't work and fuck up third year because it's like final A-level year all over again and it all just goes wrong. (Yeah, I've developed a problem with anxiety. And the please-don't-touch-me-thing is getting out of control; I had a mild breakdown at work the other day). I just need to learn how to deal with it.
So all in all, I'm getting older, more together and frankly, a lot more stupid. Ciao, baby.
*The idea of doing a Thoughts From Places kinda scares me. I might take a camera out from the uni and see if I can do it, but I just can't deal with the thought of describing all these places and why I remember them. But maybe I just need to work through these things to make it happen right, and all that nonsense?