This has been quite a big year for me. Started off in my university city, living with my boyfriend, spending too much time in nightclubs with my friends. My grades almost slipped, but I pulled it back, and got my little gold-gilded acceptance letters for Honours in June. I worked twenty five hours a week back then, on top of a full time degree, to save up for what I'm doing now. I spent the summer working and messing around.

In September I moved to France to work as an English teacher type assistant thing (the job description is ambiguous as hell if I'm honest, which bugs me, because my duties tend to change on a weekly basis). So I've adjusted to life in France. At the moment I have a mauling hangover from the Christmas farewell party with my darling Germans and Bolivians and Americans so I guess I'm doing ok. I like it here; it makes my country look like shit, but at the same time, makes me love Scotland more.

I've had a really good year. I feel very, very lucky.

(vendredi, samedi, dimanche, ECOSSE!)