2003-10-03 6:50 p.m.
There were scroats, scallies, a drunk guy singing in the middle of the street and people selling The Big Issue. The bus driver was argueing with a passenger and my feet stuck to the floor of the bus. Yep, I was home alright. It took me two and a half hours but I was home.
I spent most of the train journey feeling incredibly guilty. I'd bumped into a guy who I vaguely recognise from Uni on the platform and left him looking after my stuff while I went to the toilet. Only while I was gone a train to Manchester arrived that we didn't know about and would have taken just over half an hour to get there. Of course he couldn't just leave my stuff, so he had to wait another 20 minutes for a train that took an hour. However, he was foreign and strange and extremely friendly and weird and didn't seem to mind. Mind you, I suppose that to come all the way from Cyprus to study in Manchester you'd have to be a bit strange.
Anyway, tonight I'm going to 5th Ave (I'm so excited I could die) and then Rockworld. After the little sleep I've had over the past fortnight I'm tempted just to stay in and revel in the new found novelty of being able to go on the internet in my pyjamas again, but I've come home specially, so I suppose I'd better go.
2003-10-02 5:45 p.m.
So ‘earlyish’ last night turned out to be around 3am, although I have no recollection of getting to bed and have no idea of the exact time. What I do remember though is succeeding in making skittles vodka (in the end it turned out you just leave them to dissolve) and proceeding to get horrifically drunk.
I got a telling off from Muk for being irresponsible with other people’s feelings. I mean what the fuck? If I was irresponsible I’d have let him stay over last week like he wanted to and I’d have let him hold my hand last night when he tried. He has left uni now anyway, but we’re going to stay friends because despite the whole me ‘messing with his feelings’ thing we get on really well. I should be seeing him tomorrow, in fact.
I had a text from weight training Shed Seven guy who shall from now on be known as Phil. I now apparently have a date next week, which I’m extremely excited and extremely, extremely nervous about. I’ve promised myself not to let myself get too involved though, I mean I’m really excited about it now, so what would it be like if I found out I actually like him? Now isn’t exactly the right time to have someone messing with my head.
Anyway, I’m going back to the hall of doom now to hide away in my room with Dennis Rickman and a mug of Horlicks. I’ve decided to skip on the karaoke and I’m going to do some hardore pampering and sleeping in preparation for tomorrow’s activities, which will include very little sleep and lots of erm, other stuff.
2003-10-01 5:38 p.m.
Tonight's plan:
Get drunk.
Attempt to make skittles vodka, which apparently involves boiling vodka which we're not actually sure will poison us or not.
Wait for text message from weight training Shed Seven guy. He texted yesterday asking if I want to go for a drink sometime but never replied to the one I sent back. Bastard.
Steal a road cone for my bedroom.
Put signs saying 'Woodiwiss South, the local hall for local people' around South.
I'm going over to Woodiwiss Bridge for alcohol related things. I need to go to bed fairly earlyish though as I'm half planning to go to Rockworld on Friday so I need to get in a couple of good sleeps first. I've only had two decent night's sleep since I've been here, but it's fresher's fortnight and this is the way it's supposed to be. Everyone is going to this formal 'Las Vegas' ball on Friday, and apart from the fact I'd rather drink battery acid, I have nothing to wear to it. Oh, it's £15 too. I'm sorry but getting to see the guy who played Jaws in James Bond (apparently) and getting to do fake gambling with fake money just isn't enough to tempt me.
2003-09-30 9:05 a.m.
My next door neighbour woke me up at 6 this morning. "I've just been watching The Exorcist!", she told me. Yeah great, fantastic. How lovely for her. I didn't get into bed until gone three and couldn't get back to sleep after that so needless to say I'm feeling a little rough.
I couldn't get back to sleep because I've convinced myself that our little flat at the end of the hall is haunted, and as I was lying trying to get back to sleep my door opened by itself! I swear! OK, so it turned out to have been the wind but still, it shit me up a hell of a lot. See Gill, my neighbour, left me all alone at the weekend and I'd had very little sleep and my mind kept playing tricks on me. I convinced myself that taps and lights were turning on by themselves. Yep, I think I need a few more early nights.
Anyway, I went along to the 9am psychology meeting this morning to find out that I didn't need to be there. How terribly amusing. So now I've got two hours of sitting around twiddling my thumbs before my writing lecture at 11.
Last night was pretty fantastic though, well worth the lack of sleep. Well, it was good apart from having to crawl to the wanker hall rep Dave to get a place on the mini bus, and the journies there and back with the wankers from my hall. Maybe it's just me? All the rest of them get on fine so it must be my fault. Anyway, I may have to take back what I said yesterday about not wanting to meet anyone during fresher's fortnight. I'd really planned not to do, but that's always the way isn't it? I mean come on, he's a third year from Manchester who obviously does a lot of weight training and likes Shed Seven... fantastic. I just hope that the texts he sent last night weren't just because he was drunk. We'll see I suppose. Watch this space.
2003-09-29 6:55 p.m.
Yeah I know I already updated today but I'm working my writing muscles, OK? There's also not very much at all to do on the internet without msn.
Anyway, I really fucked that one up didn't I? After Muk texted me to say he didn't know how much longer he's going to wait around for me after I told him I'm not going out with him tonight, I was forced to reply and tell him straight that I just want us to be friends. I was hoping to be able to just worm my way out of it by him finally just getting the hint, but I figured this way would be more humane.
Anyway, turns out he's really upset and I've totally fucked things up and all I want to do is make friends because I could really do with some right now and I've ended up possibly making an enemy. Fantastic.
Actually, part of me just wants to tell him to fuck off and grow up, it's Fresher's fortnight at Uni and has he never drunkenly snogged anyone before? I mean, right before it happened I was argueing with some guy about whether or not my hall rep has seen me naked (turns out he just saw a boob), doesn't that say something about the sort of week I'm having? The sort of week everyone is having? People generally dont come to University to get serious with someone during their first week, do they?
I'd rather like to seriously drown my sorrows tonight but as I have a 9am lecture I can't really. In the end I decided to go to Liquid tonight, I mean it's fresher's fortnight for fuck's sake, everyone else is going and if I can't go out and get pissed now when can I? I'm going with the people from the hall next to mine, Woodiwiss Bridge. One of our hall reps (not the one I snogged and who saw my boob) has arranged a mini bus for everyone in my hall, except he neglected to mention it to me. As it happens I'd rather stick pins in my eyes than spend the night in the R&B room not drinking with those tossers, but it would have been nice to have been asked. Ugh, I cant stand the people in my hall. I'm so going to turn the common room in the Bridge into my bedroom.
Anyway, I need to go get ready now, I'm wearing my completely fantastic corset top in which I'm guaranteed to pull and I want to make sure I look perfect.
2003-09-29 1:16 p.m.
I know I'm going to put on weight while I'm here, I just know it. I wonder if I could sue the uni for only providing us with lardy, fatty food? It's either eat lardy food or live off sandwiches, which wouldn't be particularly good for me either. Of course if I do put on weight it wont be my fault for drinking so much lager and drunkenly deciding to buy kebabs, no way. Oh well, swimming this afternoon it is then.
I'd quite like to get up early tomorrow and go for a jog but I feel like I'm obliged to go out and drink and socialise and generally make an effort, so my inevitable hangover tomorrow will make jogging quite impossible.
Most of the people I know are going to Liquid tonight, in the nearest city to us which happens to be about 15 miles away. Not only do the taxis cost £20, but they're extremely scarce, so last Monday I didn't get into bed until around 3.30. Seeing as I have lectures at 9, 11 and 2 tomorrow it's probably best if I dont go. I'll probably go to the pub instead with Muk, the guy who seems to think he's seeing me or something after I got off with him last week. To say things might be a bit awkward would be a big understatement, but I cant avoid him forever and I do honestly really want to be friends with him.
Anyway, I need to go and do some ironing, with the iron I borrowed off mky next door neighbour and I now think I might have kind of broke a bit. I really hope not.
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