I've always considered myself as pretty independent, even from the innocent age of 14 where I'd make my own way to and from friends houses, stay out for days at a time and even cook dinner for the whole family. But now I've been properly chucked into independence, in a house with 5 close friends, and it's now I realise how much I need my Mum. Not for reasons of homesickness of course...it's just that my washing pile has really stacked up. (love you Mum!)
It's now I've come to realise how lacking in independence I am, but not because I don't know how to do things like some students, it's simply because I am the single most lazy person in the entire world. The only thing I don't mind doing is washing up, I find it incredibly therapeutic, however when there's 5 to a kitchen and a drunken night out every other night, the kitchen never stands a chance at staying tidy, so it becomes a source of moaning.
Our worse habit is failing to take the bins out, after a rough night at Carnage last Thursday and bin night falling on the Friday morning, we neglected to consider the dreaded bins. They're annoyingly - and quite disgustingly in my opinion - collected every two weeks, with the recycling being collected in the weeks the bins aren't. But when you miss bin day, it doesn't fair well for your back garden. Between the six of us we produce a monumental amount of rubbish, we can't even comprehend how we manage to have so much crap to throw away. The recycling we understand; beer bottles, vodka bottles and many a mixer bottle...that's mainly our diets so we can't argue with that.
Aside from our stacked up bin bags and the constant fear of rats in our garden, we're all a bit lazy when it comes to doing our washing too. I'm definitely the worst. Since we've been back - 4 weeks going on 5 - I've done one wash...yep ONE. It's pretty ridiculous. I even went to the effort and expense of buying a whole new duvet cover because I didn't want to wash the one I had...when I write that down I realise how ridiculous it is. The first wash I did, I managed to dye all my white clothes pink. This didn't happen at all in first year, and this time the trusted colour catcher betrayed me.
You see how I kind of need my mum now? Or anyone willing to be a pseudo-mum?
My room's also become a pain in the arse to keep tidy. On several occaisions it has become a room for pre-drinks, especially when Faye recommends karaoke pre-drinks - this isn't a drinking game, it just consists of us sitting on my unbelievably comfortable bed with drinks in hand whilst we listen to Faye sing along (awfully - don't worry we've been very vocal about what we think of her singing voice) to Britney Spears songs. It's always quite hilarious, but with so many people always coming in and out of my room, it doesn't exactly stay tidy. I haven't had a big room in a long time and I'm well known for being a really messy person as it is, so this big room thing isn't working out well for me!
I don't think I even want to admit to my financial ruin, but I've been horrendous with my finances this year. I made a folly coming to university over a month earlier than we actually started as it took a big £500 chunk out of my loan, and it's had a huge knock on affect on my finances...I'm basically more skint then I've ever been and have no choice but to accept I'll be dipping back into my overdraft sooner rather than later, which I'm not remotely happy about. Please sponsor an abandoned dog like me.
I hope everyone else's independent living is going more successfully than mine, because so far all it's proved to me is that I'm absolutely crap at being an adult, I love nights out far too much...oh and the course thing, that's going well actually! Good luck for the rest of the semester and keep your hands out of your bank accounts, or else you'll end up like me...having to not go out again until Halloween. Don't miss me too much Keele SU.