2003-11-01 5:48 p.m.
See, I told you I fucking rock. I'll take another picture when the swelling has gone down properly, oh and when I've got a bit of makeup on and dont look like a mong.
2003-11-01 11:53 a.m.
Can someone enlighten me and please tell me how it's possible to start feeling trapped after less than a week of just seeing someone? I wouldn't care if I'm clingy and neurotic, but he's the lamo who has only made two friends at Uni, including me, so he's the one who always asks me to do stuff. I should have listened to him when I first met him and he told me he's an emotional fuck up. He got that bit right at least. He's also always telling me that I must be mad to want to be with him because I've got guys falling over themselves to be with me. Yep, right again on both counts. I'm not going to put up with his bullshit any more because I'm way too good for him.
Anyway, I got horrifically drunk with John last night. Turbo shandies in The Pack Horse, where I felt terribly under-dressed because I was wearing jeans and trainers and not a dress that shows off my arse like the rest of the girls there. We stole these cool skull shot glasses before getting a taxi to The Eight Bells where I felt terribly overdressed because I'm not extremely ugly or over forty and was wearing a corset top intead of a jumper. Stole a pint glass before demolishing a kebab and failing to be able to open my front door. Yes, I was that drunk.
Anyway, I'm now going to go and get my eyebrow pierced, only horizontally because vertical is just boring, been there, done that, bought the t shirt, have the scars. Actually, I'll have a little look on the net first, I'm sure I can come up with something a bit more interesting than that, although I dont want anything too unusual as I already have enough children staring at me in the street because of my lip piercings.
2003-10-31 2:28 p.m.
To summarise, this past week has gone something like: be drunk, sleep, be drunk, sleep, lecture, be drunk, sleep, seminar, be drunk, sleep, look forward to being drunk, be drunk, sleep.
I so dont want to go home :o(
I think I'm turning ito an alcoholic.
2003-10-31 11:14 a.m.
I was alright as long as I kept my hands in my pockets to hold the jeans up. Anto’s clothes are about a million sizes too big for me, but there was no way I was walking through the campus in the dress I wore last night as I couldn’t find my fishnets. Thank God I find it impossible to sleep in a bed with another person while sober, which meant once I was awake at 7 this morning I was awake for good. Luckily at 7 in the morning there’s not anyone around to see what a state you’re in.
When I got back to my room I made the discovery that stir fry is a very good hangover cure indeed, which was nice. I’ve now also realised that the more often you drink the more you get used to being hungover, so the less you seem to suffer. I used to hate hangovers but seeing as that’s more or less my permanent state I don’t mind anymore. It’s a good thing really, as I’m going home for a week tonight and plan to have a monster piss up with John, which should be fun. Although not as much fun as last night because nothing beats vodka and red bull, karaoke, finding people who care almost as much as I do that Shed Seven have broken up, cookies and a gorgeous Irish boy to fall asleep next to.
2003-10-30 5:43 p.m.
My new dentist is a dentist from hell. I could have cried with happiness when he told me I don’t need a crown on my tooth, then I almost cried with fear when he told me I might need root canal treatment. Not only do I maybe have to endure the most painful thing the dentist can ever do to you, but I have to pay for the privilege too. He’s already taken £12 off me, and he didn’t even do anything today, except for tell me off for obviously eating too many sugary things. Right, Ok, whatever. I’m 19 not 9 for fuck’s sake.
Anyway, living in this place has finally made me crack, I’m actually looking forward to the karaoke night at the local this evening. Maybe it’s just the alcohol I’m looking forward to though, which is a worrying thing. I woke up this morning with a huge dent in the 24 cans of Fosters I had in my room and vague memories of drinking double vodkas, getting thrown out of the bridge common room by this girl who is not impressed that Anto and I are together, and Anto and Johnny almost getting thrown out of my halls for arguing loudly in the corridor. Just your typical night really I suppose.
2003-10-29 2:04 p.m.
This morning and afternoon I planned to read a chunk of that book I still haven’t read and revise for my social psychology exam. What have I done so far? Sat in the bridge common room staring into space and eating too much, walked into Alsager with Gary to buy makeup, plucked my eyebrows and generally moped around being hungover. Oh well, at least the good intentions were there. I’m blaming the shitty pub I went to last night and their extremely limited range of lager. It was either drink Carlsberg which tastes of cat piss, or drink Stella and inevitably get extremely drunk very quickly. I opted for the Stella, naturally.
I am being good this afternoon though and am going to stick to my plans for going jogging. I was invited along to watch my friend take pictures of people playing rugby but quite frankly I’d rather stick pins into my eyes.
Nevermind, only a few more days left, then I get an entire week at home. 5th Avenue, drinking too much in the local with John and Glynn, going on the internet in my pyjamas, the mountain of work I’ve still barely made a dent in which has to be in in a fortnight, ah lovely.
And finally, my dear readers, this is why I should never, ever drink.
2003-10-28 3:34 p.m.
Turns out spending a weekend away from here and Anto had the opposite effect to what I was expecting, as the other night he admitted he really missed me when I was gone. So now after last night, when we were actually sober together for once which hardly ever happens, it appears that we are actually officially together, which is nice.
Anyway, look at me, I'm working, sort of. I found out this morning that I have two weeks to write an essay on a book I haven't read yet. I could have made things easier for myself by going to see a performance at the theatre here and writing about that instead, but of course I've managed to miss them all. I also have an exam to prepare for and several creative writing pieces to do all on top of trying to grasp the basics of the different branches of psychology. It seems to be totally beyond me, I've been trying get my head around it for the last month. But worry not, as today I am hangover free and should be capable of doing some proper work for the very fist time since I got here.
2003-10-27 2:27 p.m.
Returning to uni didn't turn out to be that bad. I spent part of the night wandering around fields in the dark trying to get lost (you see what living here drives us to?), part of it over in Brandies, the snide bar here, and the rest over at 'the realm', or my friend Craig's room. I have no idea why he insists on calling it the realm all the time, but there you go. He seems to be slightly insane, and is keeping hamsters in his bedroom hidden in the wardbrobe from the cleaner, as he'd quite possibly get thrown out of the halls if anyone finds out. After that I stayed up until three with Anto and was very, very drunk. It was a good time.
I told myself that I'd stop drinking all the time when i was given my exam questions for social psychology. I was given them today and needless to say, that idea has gone out of the window. Especially seeing as nothing from the first year actually counts towards your final grade. I mean, thats what first year's for, isnt it? Getting drunk and pissing about. That's what I keep telling myself anyway.
2003-10-26 1:50 p.m.
I'm going back to the university of doom today, where I have very few clean clothes and no clean pots due to me being a lazy bastard, and you have to travel along the motorway to get to the nearest club.
I'm feeling a lot better than I did yesterday after around 12 hours sleep, but luckily I'm probably too tired to drink. I say luckily because Anto is coming round later and as I found myself choosing new underwear with him in mind the other day I decided this is all getting way too confusing. You should not be thinking of someone who is supposedly a friend when you are buying underwear. But I'm going to wear my new pink Snoopy underwear today anyway because he'll probably think it's cute and I've had shave and stuff just in case.
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