So here I am. Close to being completely broke and having to ask my parents for financial support for the first time. There's 10kgs, or 15%, more of me than there was a year ago. In little more than five weeks, I have to resit an exam I'm terrified of, not only because it's Microeconomics and I should be very, very worried, but because failing would mean dropping out of Uni, a massive debt and having to start over again at the age of 21 (which is just not the done thing over here in the UK). I'm unemployed, and struggle to find work that fits in with my schedule and dividing my time between Oslo and Durham, not least because my qualifications and previous work experience is foreign, and therefore scary. In other words, I'm pretty screwed. It's at times like these I wish I'd spent this year living with my parents, getting a job and being bored. But no. I'm too proud for that. Which is probably why I'm in this situation (that, and my damn fascination with fashion. Damn you, fashion!).
Not a very interesting life, you may say. But goddamn it, I know some amazing people, and I'm goddamn fabulous. That's definitely worth a blog. Hey, if 13 year-olds can do it, so can I. At least I have boobs.
