2003-09-27 2:38 p.m.
I usually find that waking up wearing a strange jumper or jacket is a sign that I pulled the night before. I think I did but I cant quite remember the end of the night so I'm not entirely sure. Hmmm, I see a pattern forming here, this has happened to me every single night I've been out while I've been here apart from one.
Unfortunately I know who I pulled if I did. Unfortunate because I was hoping we'd get to be friends and now I've probably messed that up. This is another pattern that seems to be forming, one that I need to get out of.
I had a fantastic night anyway with the people from the hall next to mine. They all agree that the people in my hall are wankers, so it isn't just me then. They're all really ignorant, they've already formed their own little cliques and if anyone else tries to talk to them they look disgusted. We drunkenly decided that we're going to put a notice on the common room door saying 'Woodiwiss South, the local hall for local people'. Well, it seemed like it'd be a good idea at the time anyway. I think I told my hall rep, the one who I kissed the other night, that I think they're all wankers. Oh dear.
I know it's probably incredibly sad of me to spend the majority of my first weekend here in my room alone but I really feel like I need it. I was thinking of going shopping in Crewe with a few people but I think maybe it's best if I avoid the guy I pulled last night for a few days, so I cant now really. I'm just going to read and do a bit of studying. *sad bastard*
It also probably seems incredibly sad that I've been updating this every day, but it's not as bad as it seems. I've been told I need to 'work my writing muscles' so it's all part of my course, honest. I think I'm going to like my courses anyway. Writing doesn't even seem like real work to me, and I find psychology fascinating and really want to know everything about it. I just hope that I end up being as enthusiastic about actually living here.
Anyway, where's my link to the 4 later forum? You shits.
2003-09-26 1:44 p.m.
So the guy I met the other night appears to think he’s actually seeing me or something. Whoops. This is going to be awkward. I asked him to come to a rock club in Crewe next week, as I’m going to get a load of us going, and my main mission for the night was going to be to act like a tart and pull as many people as possible, but I suppose that’d make things extremely awkward. Damn.
I was thinking of going home this weekend to go to Rockworld but I’ve been roped into going to some school disco shite type thing tonight instead. I’d rather stick pins into my eyes but I suppose I really should make an effort. Actually, at the moment I’m so in love with the corset top I bought yesterday that I don’t care that much where I go, as long as I get to show it off.
Tomorrow night I’ll stay in as I’m planning on getting up really early on Sunday morning to go jogging. The village I’m living in is really scenic and it’ll be really nice going for a jog around here, only problem is the whole having to jog through the campus on my way out thing. So it looks like weekend mornings are going to be my only chance.
Anyway, I need to go sort some stuff out now because I already missed a meeting this morning and forgot that there was actually something really important that I needed to do there. Whoops.
Oh, and a link to the 4 later forum would be fantastic, people.
2003-09-25 6:00 p.m.
Just a few drinks I said, just enough to get me to sleep. But it never turns out like that, does it? Not when I’m involved anyway. I sat up until four this morning drinking lager, wine and vodka with a guy who apparently recognises me from the Ritz in Manchester. Oh, and I watched some porn with a group of guys who then came into my room and stole my condom stash after trying to steal my set of weights.
I woke up this morning still half drunk and in the most pain I’ve ever experienced in my entire life, after having a guy hilariously push my off my chair last night. I just about made it to my psychology meeting this morning, and have spent the afternoon shopping in Crewe with some girls from the hall next to mine. I really wish that I was in their hall as I’m finding it a bit difficult to fit in in my own. Nothing major but I’ve just not really got anything in common with any of them.
Towards the end of the afternoon I was just aching to get back to have some time to myself. Constantly being around other people is really doing my head in. I’m looking forward to having a bath and going to bed early with a book and a mug of horlicks. Organising my room and actually finding out when I’m supposed to be at meetings tomorrow would be good too.
2003-09-24 12:03 p.m.
Having your hall rep randomly tell you that you are a good kisser is a great shock, especially when you have absolutely no recollection at all of kissing him. So I didn’t get off to the best possible start, and from now on I’m bound to be known as ‘the one who got really drunk and got off with the hall rep’. Apparently everyone thought I’m some sort of hardcore party animal, but they discovered the truth last night when I sat there with a mug of warm milk in my pyjamas before going to bed at 10.30. I felt bad about doing so, in case I missed anything, but after about 7 hours sleep (and I’m not exaggerating) in two nights I’d have quite possibly died otherwise.
I also discovered that having to shower with the worst hangover of your life in a bathroom with a floor full of someone else’s sick is an extremely unpleasant experience. But, being sick on the floor aside, I get on with my next door neighbour quite well, although I seem to prefer the people in the hall next to us. I met one of them at 5 in the morning when we were stood outside in the rain because the fire alarm had gone off. She’s from Oldham too and although we didn’t know each other we have a few acquaintances in common.
Anyway, I’ll keep this short as I actually have work to do, and lots of it. With all the drinking and being hungover that has been going on I’d actually forgotten that I’m here to get a degree, but I was painfully reminded of it in my psychology meeting this morning. And I think after I’ve done my work I’ll have a walk into Alsager village centre, the local place for local people. Yep, the locals hate us apparently. I think I may have to wind them up by stealing one of their scarecrows or something.
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