1) In first year the answer to any financial question was the extremely generous overdraft Halifax afforded me. Now that I'm in third year the reality that I have to have that fully paid off in 18 months is upon me so rather than gleefully shoving my card into every available reader I'm trying to work out if there's a way I can possibly graduate in the black.
2) I go out, at best, once a week. And I feel an enormous amount of guilt for it the next day because I have so much work to do that lazing in bed nursing a hangover just isn't cricket.
3) My definition of a night out has changed, in fact it has drastically expanded. An evening in the pub is now sufficient to tick the socialising box on my weekly list of goals.
4) Eating out has gotten fancier because it's less guilt inducing to spend money and time on a nice meal. A girl needs to eat.
5) I legitimately tell my friends that I hate my life and want to die on a weekly basis. I don't fully mean it, but the prospect of an eternal rest does sound pretty good.
6) Social media feeds my anger and resentment; everyone in the world is having more fun than I am.
7) I miss my family more, and not just the home cooking and laundry service. I miss doing the crosswords with Grandad, reading the Sunday paper as a family (we rotate the supplements, we don't all crowd around the one) and I miss my cats more than I thought humanly possible (so much so that I insanely show pictures of fattie-bom-battie cat to anyone with eyes).
8) I will not entertain the following: crap nightclubs; melodrama; booty calls; attending an event for free food; recommended reading; and grade grubbers.
9) After two whole years of buying ice, and complaining about buying ice, I've finally bought an ice cube tray so I can have homemade ice.
10) The future is looming and it's frightening as hell. How can some of my friends be ready to jump into 40 hour work weeks?