I always write these little introduction things last, and right now i'm sat in bed in my brand new fluffy pyjama's with a can of diet pepsi feeling productive for the first time since Christmas began. Which in my books was about 2 weeks ago.
You might have noticed i haven't updated my blog in about 82 gazillion years but I've been so stressed juggling 330 different things at uni that i just didn't.
No head-space, no creativity, no time... basically, whatever i needed to make a blog post, i didn't have. Instead i had deadlines left right and center. Index cards absolutely everywhere. And one of those under-the-skin spots that just lurk on your chin, looking very red and angry whilst simultaneously ruining your social life.
Post on dealing with stress coming soon by the way.
But now, i've consumed enough chocolate to last me a year. This year, that is. Not the upcoming shiny new one. And i'm feeling very content, hence the blog post that nobody, including myself, ever saw coming.,
So yeah, without further ado: 21 problems with being 21.
