So, backstory: a few weeks prior to my move down to England, I'd gotten in contact with a model concerning doing some test shoots and fun for our portfolios and whatnot. Skip forwards to Wednesday, when I actually met her, and then skip again to today, when we had our shoot. I'm surprising myself here in saying that we actually went through with it; I am notorious for being absolutely awful with making plans and then following through with them.
Fresher's flu has fallen upon the University of Warwick; I was quite early in getting ill. For a recluse who generally does not go out too much, almost-every-night must have taken a toll on me and I fell victim to the bout of bloody fresher's cough going around. I'd also lost my voice which has been brilliant in my first two weeks here, because every introduction I make seems to go, "Hi, I'm Laura and I've lost my voice I don't usually sound like a troll I swear," because um, I really would not want people to think I usually sound like a troll.
There's something about being sick which makes it perfectly acceptable to curl up in bed watching Anastasia as your double-dose of sleeping pills knock you out and enable you to sleep for 10 hours.
Therefore, I've spent the last two nights chilling out. Played an intense game of risk last night after the world's most vulgar game of scrabble - how many points for 'whore,' anyone? - and then came in late and collapsed into bed after a shower - which is, for further referencing, a pain when you share. My room's the other side of the hall from the bathrooms. Trudging past the common room in a shirt and towel clutching things isn't a cute look.
Other than that, fresher's fortnight is officially over. I've gone out quite a bit and met a lot of people. A lot of their names I can't remember or get mixed up but hey, there are tons of us here. There have been a few wary moments when I've introduced myself and gotten a "Oh, you're Laura Grant!," and considering my questionable behaviour the last few days - good and bad, considering that my skittles vodkas were being talked about at another residence half an hour away - is a little worrying.
Hall wars! We hall-crawled and drank ourselves a bit stupid - whole bottle of vodka to myself here (which I did share) - before going to get even more drunk at the bar. With Alex, Sam, and some guy whose name I don't know. (This has happened so many times. So many photos with unidentified humans!)
Film crew (y)
With the lovely Lily and Rachel. We drew whiskers on in sharpie without thinking of morning consequences. Luckily the sharpie came off our faces because it sure as hell didn't come off my arm.
Our freshers's party, Moulin Rouge themed, started off on a bit of a drunk note because we found a drinking game. One of the rules was "A shot everytime a girl lifts her skirt." Needless to say, we were out of alcohol and pretty tipsy 15 minutes in.
Student U all nice and done up. Speaking of which: made up of several restaurants, some of which i've been to - The bread oven does the best baguettes ever and I had a mint hot chocolate at the tea shop so um yay - a few pubs, (okay fine, it's one.) and a club. The club's gotten a bit boring-ish already but they let me in, even if they have to give me a little underage speech every single time.
Asides from that, doing a lot of chilling and reading who am I kidding I barely read anything. Been cooking loads of pasta just because I've started to get a bit arrogant about it. Joined the warwick tv society and am already fangirling and trying to network into doing a lot; projects lined up left right and center if I had my way.
So: today, woke up at 7 and "went back to sleep for a few minutes." Woke up again at 8.30. Cue insane panicking and changing very quickly into a top and leggings and running outside to realise my leggings were actually see-through and therefore tights. Threw shorts on top and dashed out. Wet hair and a 20 minute walk then 20 minute bus wait means I'm certain icicles have grown in my brain because I feel like I have permanent brain freeze and it really is no fucking fun.
Was a bit wary on the shoot because I am a complete amateur. Luckily, the two models and the makeup artist were all lovely and I'm really happy with what we got:
(Cue picspam!)
^ my favourite shot. I've wanted to do one like that for so long!
It's funny how when you don't have constant access to loads of food, you get really strong, weird cravings for certain things. For instance, I really, really, really fancy some chocolate right now. Anything sweet. Just so bad. But today is of course, the one day Tesco is closed and I don't have anything. I almost bought a bag of cookies earlier today (which makes me very, very sad now,) but I was craving savoury foods like no other, which led to me trailing around Tesco in Leamington looking very sad. When I finally found a prawn sandwich, I was so overcome with the sudden surge of desire to consume it. I snatched it up like a lone vulture and celebrated my victory by rounding it off with a Mars Bar beverage which was, along with the Galaxy and Milky Way ones, perhaps the coolest thing I'd ever seen. Talk about literal chocolate milk.
Tonight shall probably be chilling. I overheard people saying (lol eavesdropping oooh~~) that everyone was in the upstairs kitchen so if i'm feeling social (probably not,) I may go up and see what's happening. Other than that, I am going to praise your higher being of choice that my classes don't start 'til 3pm tomorrow and probably celebrate that with another night curled up in bed with a good film.
Shit, I'm craving mexican food now. Quesadilla and nacho night tomorrow? I do think so.
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