What is it in Notts that keeps Katy so busy that she is unable to blog? Well, here is a glimpse of an average day in the life of Katy D.
The mornings come on quickly, usually finding me awake as early as 10am, which is always a struggle since I usually don't manage to get into my bed until 10:30, or sometimes 11pm. Nevertheless, I greet the day merrily. Having taking up eating breakfast, I usually take the time to make myself a bowl of fruit, cereal, and yogurt, shared with a cheerful Belgian, to start me off right before the bustle of day begins.
After breakfast is my meditation time. The hearty food leaves me feeling pensive and introspective, so I adjourn to my room to ruminate on my daily tasks and goals. I find the most comfortable place for this mediation is lying supine on my bed, deep within the warmth of my duvet and blankets.
I can usually meditate only an hour and a half before the demands of the day drag me forth. Whereupon, I arise and begin my aggressive hygiene regime. A hasty shower of about 40 minutes does me good, where I tend to sit down in the tub beneath the running water and close my eyes, since this is one of the few moments I will have to myself all day.
Afterwards, swathed in a bathrobe and towels, or sometimes back into my pajamas if I have not found time to do laundry, I will begin to prepare for my classes. Always a planner, I am typically already completing my work for the class of that afternoon by noon that day, because I like the learning process to be as organic as possible, without forcing my brain to cram in information at the last moment. My studies continue for upwards of 15 minutes, or until I feel a bit hungry for lunch.
Always finishing up lunch by 3pm, I return to my studies, or dress and go to class until 5pm. If I can, I like to make a point to use the wonderful English weather to its fullest potential before the sun sets at 4. Putting on a sturdy jacket and some yellow wellies, I take a walk to the local Sainsburys, where I can find all of my groceries and housegoods needs in one, brightly lit megastore of convenience. There, even with the falling dollar, I can still manage to buy a loaf of bread for barely 5.50USD.
As you can imagine, by evening I am exhausted and need to settle down to a nice meal. But there is no rest for the weary, for I often have to wash, and dry, my dishes from the previous meal before I can make my dinner. Dinner is an active time in the flat, with roommates coming home and catching up, filled with stories of their days' events, which are sometimes even more chaotic than my own.
The day winds down with some cheerful banter about who does the dishes least, or how our small town of Beeston offers more to do than the greatest cities of the world. Sometimes we'll even watch a half hour tv programme if we can keep our eyes open. After which we each close our doors to rest our weary heads for the coming day when it all starts again.
There it is. You know a bit of my life now, and can perhaps understand why my blog has been so rarely blogged upon. Imagine me, when New York is just getting into its offices, already well on my way to getting dressed for the day. And on top it all off, I do work, sometimes 8 hours a week, recording myself saying "Press 1 for [pause] Crohn's Disease" for a local drug company.
I barely have a moment to think about Mike Burton and what he's eaten in Vegas this past weekend, my brain is so addled with memorizing practical things, like snippets of Middle English texts, or John Clare poems.
However, I actually have managed to fit in a week long trip to Belgium, from where I am currently writing, just to get away from all the hustle and bustle of Beeston. Yes, my studies may suffer, but sometimes you just have to step back and look at your life, or you'll miss it happening.
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Additionally, I have changed my bang swoop from the right side to the left:
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