Is it a holiday?

I feel like I'm going crazy here. Everyone thinks that attending University is the biggest 'bludge' ever. You get to go to uni 2 or 3 times a week for a few hours each day. Do some assignments. Sit a test at the end of 12 or 13 weeks, twice a year. Doesn't add up to much does it? 

And that means plenty of time for holidays. But honestly, it's anything except a holiday for me. I'm busy all the time. I have barely had any time to myself to relax at all. Instead of studying and working, now I'm just doing more working. Working my job, babysitting and keeping on top (not even) with housework. Can I tell you it's bloody insane how quickly mountains of washing need to be done. There's barely time to sit down and relax or sleep. 

I will say though I am so thankful for the time that I have had to myself because I have gotten the chance to love Orange is the New Black and attend a couple of 'gatherings' with my friends and watch football. 

But of course, like usual when I try to have everything (work, friends, chores, TV time) I end up with no sleep. I'm tired. I'm tired of being tired. 

It's not a holiday, it's not even time away. Just a different reality for a little while and in all honesty I don't know which one stresses me out and wears me down more (okay I think I do but depending on my mood that day, my answer can change really quickly). 

My Happiness

This is going to be cheesy. And sappy. But hopefully come out in a sweet romantic way that it won't even matter. 

It's currently 12:47am and I'm laying down trying to sleep because I have work tomorrow. I had a good night. BBQ with my boyfriend and friends. I ate so much. I'm happy and I'm full of some good BBQ foods. I watch the rest of season one of Orange is the New Black. 

But I'm laying here and I can't sleep. Probably because my boyfriend is next to me snoring his head off. And yet I'm laying here smiling but sort of crying too. It's hard to believe sometimes that I am lucky enough to know this boy. I'd rather be with his loud, annoying, obnoxious snoring self than be without him. I would be so lucky to be able to spend the rest of my life with him and that's exactly what I hope is going to happen. 

Everyone deserves to feel love like this on their life. The kind of love that "even if it's almost 1am and you've had a busy shit week working your ass off and now you're just tired as hell and want to sleep, yet you can't even bring yourself to wake him up to stop the snoring because you love him that much" kind of love. 

I'm tired and I'm crying, but I'm happy. I'm happy and I'm so in love. 

I hope everyone gets to know this feeling at least once in their life.