With a thought she has caught by a thread

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I'm Elicia.
I'm eighteen.
I live in the South of England.
I'm in my first year at Bournemouth University, studying Psychology.
I like Pokémon (among various other video games), memes, spelling and grammar.
This blog is effectively my head vomit, and will probably tell you more about me than I could ever convey to you in a small description.
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University is reaching boss level with 2 assignments and 2 exams in the coming week, and 4 exams in May that are weighted at 60% of each individual unit mark per exam.

This should hopefully justify my absence to you all. 
Now, I don’t expect any of you to hang around; in fact, if you want a blog that will regularly update you on their life, I’m afraid that I can no longer serve as that blog. I will only be able to post when/if I have time, and I’m never sure when that will be.

I suppose this is sort of like an unofficial resignation, a ‘farewell until I next hop on or something particularly significant happens in my life’ type thing; I don’t have the leisure time for Tumblr any more, it seems.

In all fairness, I have been writing for a solid two and a half years, so I guess that’s something.

To everybody who I met on here, who followed me and read about my ups, downs, lefts and rights: thank you very much. I hope you deemed it worthwhile.

I’ll definitely blog about my trip to Africa, and anything that I think you need to know about in the meantime.

But for now, this is my last post, as I need to focus on my course, my friends and my family; as my course kinda sucks up all the time I have for the latter two.

I hope you’re all doing well, and as I said previously: keep writing, because I keep reading.

<3 

OH YOU GUYS, BEING HAPPY FOR ME; U SO CUTE. <3

But yeah, I won’t rabbit on about it. Normal blogging will resume when I get spaces between revision and assignment composing. 

So uh. The guy I met about a month ago at my flatmates predrinks came down to see me on Tuesday

He’s only just left.
And we’re now together
The past few days have been a blur of fabulousness; he’s coming back down on the 23rd then I’m going to Cardiff on the 30th, then he’s coming to Portsmouth with me over Easter, etc etc
We worked out that between all his shifts at the bar and my shifts at Dorothy Perkins, we can afford to see each other quite regularly and still focus on our Uni work and such
So we just thought ‘fuck it’ and got together. I’m really, really fucking happy.
I’ve never met anybody who I get on with so much in my whole life, ffuuuuuu—-

Ladies and Gentlemen: Zachary Tyler Martin.&#8230;he looks just like every other baby, yes; but he&#8217;s lovely and as he grows he&#8217;ll look different and oh god &lt;maternal instinct&gt; 

Ladies and Gentlemen: Zachary Tyler Martin.

…he looks just like every other baby, yes; but he’s lovely and as he grows he’ll look different and oh god <maternal instinct> 

Just got off the phone to the proud new Mother

Apparently, she was supposed to give birth to him yesterday as he started rolling around and fooling everybody into thinking he was coming

But then when she was rushed to hospital, he fell asleep

And they couldn’t induce her until they saw 20 minutes of constant movement out of him

He slept for hours.

Lad. 

THE NEW BABY COUSIN HAS BEEN BIRTHED

Eugh, ‘birthed’ sounds so wretched.
Anyway yeah
It’s a boy, and he’s a healthy 8 pounds and doesn’t have a name yet.

Hopefully my Auntie and Uncle won’t name it ‘Bump’; because that’s what they have been referring to him as all through the pregnancy and I just don’t think it would give him any life advantages to be named after a slight physical damage. 

But yeah, I hope none of you think that just because I’m not about on here too much that I’m not reading what you’re writing/ I have ceased to care about your lives.

Because I do care, and I do read. In fact: I pretty much just read all your blogs whilst I furiously tap out all my work for the end of the month.

YOUR INTERESTING AND WELL-WRITTEN ACCOUNTS OF THE EVENTS IN YOUR LIVES HELP TO KEEP MINE SANE AND STABLE; FOR THIS I THANK YOU ALL

I think the reason I haven’t been writing so much lately is because I’m really happy recently

I feel that if I just updated you guys every day with a post along the lines of: “STILL HAPPY LOL”, then it would get teeth-grindingly irritating after a while.

So I just opt to write nothing at all. Also, I get scared that I’ll jinx things.

I mean…

Have you ever been so happy that it’s genuinely petrifying?

It’s such an odd cocktail of emotion.

You feel almost euphoric; but at the same time you can feel fear tugging at the bottom of your stomach, because it means you have a lot more to lose than if you felt substantially average like you usually do.

Hmm.

MY AUNTIE IS IN LABOUR

YOU GUYS I AM SO EXCITED I’M GONNA HAVE A NEW COUSIN I MEAN THAT’S SOME EXCITING SHIT AND NEW LIFE AND IT’S SO AMAZING AND ALL THAT JAZZ AND DEAR LORD I CAN’T DEAL WITH THE EXCITEMENT AND THE TENSENESS I FEEL RIGHT NOW SOMEBODY HOLD ME

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