Post- Graduation Blues & Online Dating

Weight: 74kg

Units of alcohol: 2

Banana, choc chip & apricot cakes made: 1

Random crying outburts: 2

It's official: I'm a graduate. 2:1, BA Creative & Media Writing.  It's an ok degree, but winning my course award made it so much more worthwhile. Opening that letter from the university was one of the best moments of my life, as sad as that possibly sounds.My graduation day was lovely; a hot July day, photos with my course mates and a family celebratory dinner.  

Now all the celebrations are over, and for the past few days I've been waking up still exhausted, and very much on the wrong side of the bed.  I've no energy to do anything, and I feel close to tears a lot of the time. Baking made it a bit better, using three rather dead-looking bananas.  Whoever came up with the idea of putting bananas in a cake is a genius. 

Deep down, I know the biggest reason for my melancholia: my break up nearly two months ago.  I should be over this by now, I tell myself, and the more I think about it the more I find faults with him and know it was for the best.  But I hate him.  I hate him for giving me flowers which nobody ever had before, and for telling me I'm beautiful and amazing and for being the first man to make me feel special and cherished.  Most of all, I hate him for giving me hope. Where did I meet such a man? Online. 

There is so much stigma attached to online dating for people my age, with the general view that it should be for people of my mother's generation.  But with our busy, hectic lives in this modern age, more and more people are signing up. And I suppose, for those four or five months, it was successful. 

Post-break up, I swore I'd never go back on that site or any others.  But the truth is, I'm not someone who likes being alone.  Now I've left university, I don't go out since all my friends are scattered around the country, and there is little opportunity to meet new people.  I'm a romantic at heart, I know that most people meet at a bus stop or in a supermarket queue or some other lovely story.  The internet can seem forced, like a cattle market where everyone know each other's purpose.  There's nothing remotely romantic about it. But today, out of loneliness or boredom, I'm signing up again. I suppose I ought to ask for luck, but after being so hurt the first time I don't trust it quite as much.  I guess I can only try. 

In other news: I've been stuck on the same level of Candy Crush Saga for three months now. And, I treated my uncle's bee stick with Aspall's White Wine Vinegar. Spur of the moment, you know. 

AND SHE'S BACK

Chapters of PA Dip done: 0
Cups of tea: 2
Episodes of Grey's Anatomy watched: 1 (well-controlled, since yesterday I watched 4)
Winces due to sunburn: around 10
Comments from Mum that I look better 'brown' (aka SUNBURNT) than my usual pasty white: 2
Units of alcohol: 0- an absolute miracle.


Dear Readers,

It's been a while (2 years) but I'm back.  As I am no longer 20 years old, but in fact, 23, I've lost enough brain cells during my time at university to somehow bar myself entry from my old blog. So I've had to start afresh.  But in case you fancy a goosey gander, here it is:

http://ayoungbridgetjones.blogspot.co.uk/

Looking back, it's actually quite funny...amusing enough, it seems, that family and friends of mine who used to read it have been pestering me to get back on that horse and type.  I've finally given in. So here goes.

I let the blog have a little doze for two reasons: Firstly, I ended up writing too much personal stuff because I have a tendency to just let it all out.  But I don't have anyone to upset or offend anymore so that's no longer a issue. Secondly: Although I've wanted to come back to it before, I've been scared. Scared because I've entered a new stage of my life and I'm worried I won't be as funny anymore, and people won't want to read on.  But that's something I'll just have to get over.  Besides, I'm still a Young Bridget Jones: last week Mum and I went shopping and she said, 'I think it's time we bought you a pair of nip and tuck knickers.'  That's when I knew things were definitely going downhill and I had to do something about it. 

So what's happened in the two years since I last blogged?  

A LOT.

Most notably however: 

Finishing my degree
Moving home
Blooming men. As usual. 

These will all receive their own blogs of dedication in due course, but now's not the time.  It feels, however, that I'm having my own little mid-life crisis.  Perhaps I should call it a post-uni crisis.  But then a large percentage of almost-graduates are feeling the same way, right? 

Having moved home, I've embarked on an Executive PA Diploma, forced upon me by my grandmother.  Although it is extremely generous of her, it's as dull as the washing machine water once Andy Murray's watched his match socks.  Who am I kidding, he probably wears new socks every match.  Anywho, it's BORING. A man speaks to me from my computer in a monotonic voice as I learn how to save a PowerPoint document, then turn to the next page in my accompanying workbook to learn how to rename that same document.  I'm learning computer programs from scratch. But by the end, however many months it'll take me, I'll have 17 certificates and have the skills to be a darn good PA.  Then I'll spread my wings, finally leave the nest, and find a job.  Big Wide World, here I come.

So that's my current situation.  Alongside this, I try to keep chirpy by playing hockey and netball, seeing friends (when I'm not chained to my laptop) and watching Grey' Anatomy (If I do the ironing at the same time, Mum doesn't notice and I get away with it...) I have no men in my life, so there's no fear they'll be reading this, and most importantly, I can go back to wearing REALLY BIG KNICKERS. They're so comfy. Every cloud....

This post is dedicated to Alex Stobbs, Frances Bowden and ReAnna Laney. Thanks for making me blog again. x