An Open Letter To My Dearest Neighbours

My dearest Neighbours,

I hope this letter finds you well, and thankfully by the sound if it it finds you in very high spirits. Now, as I'm certain it hasn't escaped your notice that the month of April is upon it. This can be a very exciting time for many as it bring with it the season of Spring and of course all things Easter. A time of jubilation indeed, that by the sound of it every night this week you truly are making the most of.
I am writing this letter to you as a friendly reminder. The month of April is also considered by many, according to the lore, as 'study month' (I believe it's pronounced 'stuh-dee', but no one can be truly certain.)
The reason for my imparting of these pearls of wisdom is twofold:
Firstly I enjoy the sound of my own voice, or in this case typing so I felt this a valuable outlet, and secondly the fact that you haven't shut the f*ck up over the last week is proof enough that you are probably unaware what a book is, never mind having opened one at any point over the last 12 months.
You see it may have escaped your notice that the day tends to begin before 3pm when you emerge bleary eyed and reeking of shame from the darkened cavern you call a bedroom. Yes, the AM,  the time of day when people who want to get things done, you know, do things. I like to consider myself one of these people however it proves a more difficult task after a night of you charming fellows standing by my bedroom window screaming for Adam. (Not to say Adam isn't a lovely chap, I'm sure he is).
I am by no means the most diligent student. I procrastinate with the best of them. However, as I aspire to more than (as I've heard you yell oh so loudly in the small hours) simply 'being a f*cking legend' I would enjoy to get to sleep at a reasonable hour, or at least drift off to something more relaxing than the sound of Wonderwall being butchered more than usual.

I would say I wish you well, but that is proving difficult in my current sleep derived state, so I leave you with this: Shut the f*ck up or I will be introducing you to a whole world of pain, because no matter how bad a drunken rendition of Wonderwall sounds I'm sure it pales in comparison to anything from Nickleback's back catalogue. Aren't you?

- Claire

'...The Only Thing Certain Is That Everything Changes'

The past few weeks of my existence have provided me with ample opportunity to reflect on life. That said the past few weeks of my existence have also provided me with ample opportunity to be a productive human being but I decided that a little bit of life reflection doesn't require getting off the couch.
As you may (or may not, shame on you) have noticed from the title I have been listening to Frank Turner again. Tape Deck Heart to be specific. I recently gave it another listen through and became hooked on Polaroid  Picture. (It became my new 'I-must-listen-to-it-on-repeat-until-I-hate-it' song). Combine this with 2 pretty radical changes in living environment within the space of 6 weeks and it's only natural that one would begin thinking about the transient nature of the day to day.
Personally, over the last 12 months I have gone through quite radical changes. I moved country. I made friends with people who I would never have stood a chance of meeting. I said goodbye to things that were holding me back and hello to things I never ever thought I would do and it led me to think that the fact life is so unpredictable and so prone to change isn't necessarily (as I had previously firmly believed) a bad thing.
Yeah, sometimes change sucks. Saying goodbye is one of the hardest things you'll ever have to do be it to a relationship or to someone you care about or something you love but as I learned recently it doesn't suck forever.
I've also recently become a firm believer of what will be will be (I guess it can be attributed to *shudder* 'growing up'). It you were meant for that job you would have gotten an offer, maybe that module wouldn't have suited you anyway, if people are meant to stay in contact they will or If you're not supposed to be with someone you won't be. No amount of pretending will change that. I guess the idea that the only reason something went to shit was because it wasn't supposed to happen from the get go makes it easier to deal with the inevitable lows life throws at you. Likewise when something fantastic happens to you it adds to the euphoria to believe that this moment of happiness was meant for you all along.
Apologies for the slight ramble of a post. I started writing this with no idea of what I actually wanted to say. I promise the next one will be happier. Maybe jump on the ever growing bandwagon and discuss GTA. We shall see.
Bis später
- Claire