To bring you up to speed... the meeting of les parents went swimmingly. And in stages. Dad decided to swan off to India for a weekend so missed JC the first time he came to visit. But that worked out rather nicely as my mum got a chance to bond with the boy. They got on like bacon and eggs :) And they talked about food and cooking for a whole weekend. My mum fell for him as much as I did when I first met him, which just made the relationship taste a whole lot sweeter.
Last minute planning and JC visited the following weekend too. He met Dad. Du-du-duh! We drank a fair amount of wine and tortured JC (and ourselves) with two 3 hour long, heart-wrenching, epic Bollywood films. It was a cosy weekend, all in all. Dad and JC were both too nervous to really bond, but I see the beginning of great things. They are both incredibly kind people, and they are both nerdy so it is inevitable that they will be BFFs in the end.
WE GOT ENGAGED. He proposed to me in a cocktail bar. Rather suited our alcoholic tendencies... Well, we are cocktail addicts more than anything else. It has been a highly emotional time. Mostly happiness and excitement, but not without its worries. Mainly family-related (standard), but my parents have been the most amazingly supportive people on the entire planet. And, as I keep saying to every new family member that calls me up, as long as they are happy for me and are willing to continue being a part of my life then that is all I need. Some of my so-called family will not talk to me ever again, but I couldn't give a rat's ass (or its tail). If they can't love me for who I am, regardless of who I have chosen to marry, then they can kiss my tush. Ain't nobody needs haters in their life.
Phew, that was a crazy few months of boy news!
Other areas of my life have also been rather productive. That has been my mood lately, actually. Very productive. I spent the inter-semester break in work experience at Penguin Books. It was incredible to be involved with such high-profile publishing, but it also confused me as to what I want to do when I leave University. I'm still set on the world of publishing, just not sure what area. Publicity (which was the department I worked in) was a joy, but I'm not sure I'm 'scene' enough for it. I'm not really interested in the cafe of the minute, or the place to lunch of the month... I just want to read books. The experience also made me consider not working in London, in fact it put me off it. Too much pretension in that city, by God. Don't get me wrong, it is thriving and exhilarating for a time, I just can't see myself working there for the rest of my life. This has made me more determined to find work in Manchester and live with my future husband in his home town. It has made me less determined to work in fiction publishing. I reckon I'd quite enjoy the educational side of things. I do love the classics and translations and Shakespeare.
What else?
I have been working my ass off, academically. My exam results from first semester were fine. But just fine. And if I want to secure my 2:1, I need to do better. So I have read all the texts and done as many of the Old English translations that I possibly can. I proof read both of my essays that are due in tomorrow morning (actually, in 9 hours, I can't sleep) and I have been doing as much background reading as I have time for. Add to this new-found studiousness, my shifts at the bar and occasional trips to Manchester and you've got yourself one busy, non-blogging girl. Excuses, excuses...
In conclusion:
- parents and JC = success!
- work experience = fun, but tiring times.
- career prospects = ... in progress.
- academic work = getting done. not sure how well though. let you know when I get these essays back...
- bar work = fun, but tiring. and not fun when people are RUDE.
- Manchester = found a nook in my heart in which to nestle.
- blogging = maybe this is a new beginning?
- art of rambling = I still got it.
Hope you are all snuggly and warm.
Peace out.
Xxx
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