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So Halloween is next week and, like the popular white girl that I am, I've been invited to 3 parties. 2 of which I can't go to because I'm working and 1 of which I can't drink at because I've got work the next morning. So feeling really Halloween-y at the moment, and work is really beginning to affect me in the membrane, but we won't get into that because I could easily spiral into a existential crisis-rant if I talk about it any more. But apart from working all the hours God sends and not being able to do any college work because of that - I'm doing great. 

I've even had a proper 'Halloween day' with my friend, in which we spent an hour dragging ourselves through cow shit, picking out the perfect pumpkin. Then we carved said pumpkins whilst eating bonfire toffee and watching American Horror Story - you physically can't get more Halloween-ified. But not before sitting in Costa listening to a 50-year-old couple, let's call them Vicky and Jezza, having a domestic about their marriage breakdown. Seriously, the highlight of my Autumn was hearing a 50-odd year-old woman saying 'Everything was fine, I gave you my Netflix account details, and then you went and put your thing in that fat mess.' Listen, Vicky, Jezza, if you're reading this, keep the faith. Don't let go of that glimmering glow of love and hope you once forged deep within the triumphant fires of love... but I'd get yourselves, you know, 'checked out' before you try re-lighting those cinders again.

I've also not only been dragging myself through cow shit, but also through the steaming pile that is Wuthering Heights. Now, I know a lot of people would argue that it's a beautiful, classic novel that's to be treasured by all those who read it. And I know I should be passionate about my 'Northern pride', but, seriously, it's the slowest shit I've ever read. And to hell with my English teacher's 'you need to read the books otherwise you won't pass' bullshit. I didn't read either of the books last year and I got an A in both exams. I mean, the majority of that was probably just luck, but that's besides the point... a little bit... not really.

At least I've tried. I've watched the Tom Hardy TV film thing, and that was ok, it held my attention. But the book? Nope. I've had more thrilling experiences folding 250 napkins into perfect triangles. (I only bring that up because that's how I spent my working afternoon. Rebecca Screeton: value for money.) But it'll be 'right. 

Oooh look, pumpkins and shit, now you know she's been talking about Halloween, right? Oh yeah, and I've recently started a couple of series on Netflix which I think are pretty damn good. So I'm a bit late to the party with American Horror Story, but Once Upon a Time and Peaky Blinders are... yep... still a little late to jump on that bandwagon, but great shows non-the-less. Check them out.

I know this was a bit short, but nobody reads this shit anyway.

I hate myself.

R.