What Am I Even Doing?

So it's that time in my life when I've just started applying for uni. I mean, if that's not great reminder that I have adult responsibilities now, I don't know what is. But it also means that I've started writing my personal statement, and that's just another depressing reminder. Another reminder that everything I've ever done and worked for can be finalised into 42 lines on a word document. And for anybody who doesn't live in the UK and who doesn't have to write one of these Beelzebub confessions (lucky you), a personal statement is basically your opportunity to sell yourself to the universities you're applying for. For example, we're told to 'big ourselves up' - but not too much otherwise they'll think we're full of ourselves. We're told to be eloquent - but not too eloquent because we don't want them to think we're full of ourselves. You get it.

But seen as I'm applying to do an English degree, I have to find the happy alternative, somewhere in between 'thou doth seek a fortuitous student to happen upon your midst who wishes to study ye old language of God's country... forsooth' and 'I well want to do this writing thing 'cos I is good at that thing when you tap those plastic things with letters on with me pointy fleshy things'. But I suppose if they see this then I won't even have to bother trying, because this is obviously pure literary gold. 

I suppose we've reached the point in the post where I (try) give advice to anyone who's applying for university at the moment. And my advice is - I don't have any advice. I haven't even sent my application off yet. They don't get sent off till January or something. I've no experience. And the experience I do have is literally just working out how to enter my GCSEs on UCAS. But I suppose, don't pannic I guess? Yeah, that seems pretty solid. A piece of advice that requires no real experience nor intelligence to give. Which seems like a pretty sound basis to live off of. Be stupid and naive. Sounds good to me.

So yeah, life update time I guess. I still have a job. That's all I'm saying about that. And I'm still vaguely enjoying college. People are starting to turn 18 and buying cars and shit. Which means more pressure from my mum saying 'You need to start learning. You're going to be stuck when you go to uni. You need to get off you're arse. What are you doing with your life? Why are you even here? Who are you? You're not my daughter! Get out of my house.' You know, the usual stuff. But summer is over, Halloween is a month away and I've already been invited to a party because I'm just that cool and popular and affable. *Swishes long, golden hair with heavily manicured nails whilst placing on a pair of Gucci sunglasses*

I'm very tired.

R.