Its 1D and fish and chips over croissants and la tour Eiffel

So, judging by the title its regarding my UK-France conflict. More of a career and perspective conflict. I love the UK and all it produces. I grew up listening to my parents (mainly my mum and her side of the family going on on how they studied and lived there once) (Okay, I asked about it too). Anyway it was the story I grew up hearing and the experiences I wanted to experience too. Living there would be a dream come true and it would help me achieve about 37 or so dreams. Isn't that wonderful? To be honest, I blog often from my phone and I had actually completed a wonderful entry. As soon as I clicked 'Done' it assumed 'DELETE EVERY SINGLE ****ING THING SHE EVER WROTE CRAZY ASS BROAD BE RAMBLING ALL DAY ERRDAY' Vivid, not necessarily true, but I think I've earned my right to accuse it of whatever intentions I feel it has. Its the THIRD time it's happened! ANNOYING. And so terribly frustrating! Ugh anyway, the UK-France conflict has been going on in my head for about a week or two. I've been forced to look at the reasons behind the decisions I've made. I decided against the UK because it was really expensive (our currencies kind of suck) and I would have to wait two years before leaving, because my dear parents can't afford to send me straight away after my GCE's; it would be too expensive. I don't blame them at all, nothing of the sort. Initially and quite frankly throughout my whole 'France La Paris Ooh La La' phase, the basis of my decision was really because France's public tertiary education was legions cheaper than the UK's. I thought, it would be a massive burden off my parents backs. Poor dad and the challenges he gets and my mum really, and honestly tries to help in her own frivolous way. I put the rest of the issues aside and locked away at the back of my mind. An obvious and logical choice for a degree was Economics, solely because my mother was against journalism, history, psychology and law in France. I couldn't enrol in the sciences, mathematics, engineering, arts, politics, nor architecture. I hadn't the qualifications-- nor the interest in doodling buildings and model engines or whatever is it engineers do. They are not very respected on 9gag. But since when was respect earned on 9gag substantial? To a certain small extent, yes. Perhaps; but whatever really. So, we narrowed down (she did it on her own, I was only slugging and and taking my trip around Paris's university courses and what I liked and tried to incorporate my dream of working with celebrities-- didn't work out so well). Eventually, I came to it and I discovered after miles of talking about it endlessly, and imagining myself saying 'Oh, yes. I study Economics in Paris' said future me while flinging my hair (or beret if we're just insulting them) with a hoity toity Parisian accent, acquired of course through my intensive learning on the go while living in Paris. Saying it was easy, doing it, LIKING IT, was oh so difficult! I found out quite early on, that I never really liked economics. It was depressing, boring, analytical to the point of falling asleep wishing you were analysing poems by Charlotte Mew instead. Believe me, that was the least dramatic. The most involved a shovel and freshly dug hole. Well, you obviously know where this will ultimately lead. Yes, the books do in fact end up in the hole. I'm environmental. Along with the bodies of economic minds and some people I might hate in the future. It will be a very big hole indeed. No, no. Don't call the cops. This isn't what you think it is. It's exactly what your paranoid self is conspiring at the back of your mind. BOO! Anyways, so I looked at my other option. England. Aha. Not so fast with your Union Jack backpacks ughhh ghastly trend by Malaysians.Just because it looks tattered or if you prefer it 'vintage and cool' its immediately acceptable to plaster it on almost every accessory and garment? Pencil boxes,Bags,Bottles, T-shirts, laptop sheaths, phone, iPad and whatever electronic cover. And they happen to be somewhat pricy for a canvas bag with a flag of a foreign country on it. I never saw the point of it... It's literally wearing a flag on your back like a freedom fighter. Haha. Oh well, the trend follower wants what society has stated it should want. Carrying on, to go to university there, (England) I would have to study here for my first two years, and finish off my last year in one out of seven universities. I've really narrowed it down to reading. Nearest to London and the met film school. Wish me luck with freakonomics. One of my old friends coined it. Hahaha. I kinda miss him. Bye bye all x