Today, I braved, (I say braved, it really wasn't that hard,) the sunlight and stepped out of the confines of my dim room and into the fresh air outside. All degrees aside - it was like, 11 celcius - it was sunny, which was an excuse for all them English to get all excited over this new weather phenomenon so rarely seen.
I was sitting in my room slaving over my essay, which is really a lie. This essay isn't due for another 3 weeks and I went to the library to do a little research and reading and ended up writing a stupid amount and now I have to cut it down because I've exceeded word count and I'm not really close to finishing content wise and oh my god I'm such a nerd sometimes.
So, um.
Lucinda and Kathryn came in with a proposition - no, that's exactly what they said. In fact:
Lucinda: Laura, we have a proposition for you. Me: Wat Lucinda: We're going to make oreo cupcakes Kathryn: Then have a picnic outside! Me: It's quite picnic weather Lucinda: Isn't it?
And thus, an impromptu Tesco trip where we bought picnic foods and didn't make oreo cupcakes after all.
I fucking LOVE breadsticks, I'll have you know.
I seem to spend 90% of my time talking about it, so I will stop keep up the tradition by saying: changed my hair yet again, but will be probably maybe kind of not sure dyeing it back to one colour(!) in march. WHAT COLOUR YOU ASK? Mixture of carmine-mahogany. As in, in the middle. I don't know, man. Brown with pink.
I kinda look like a corpse. Like weirdly washed out pale sigh bad lighting sh.
Didn't go out Friday - even though it's normally tradition!!! - because no one else really was. And I'm broke, by the way. Instead, stayed in, mixed cocktails & played the David Attenborough drinking game, which of course got to the point where everyone was just making up rules. ('No Laura, not every time there's more than one creature on the screen...')
Next week instead!
I've reached the point where I'm searching for things to say in a vain attempt to fill this entry with something decently interesting, but I'm drawing at quite a blank. Therefore, I will stop here and start writing up my babble on last night's oscars instead!
(1) The fact I wrote half a post then just left it and now it's just sitting there being silly. (2) Britney's 2nd studio album. (3) The whole plethora of my bad habits which I repeatedly partake in despite my own furious assertions to myself that I won't. (4) Many other things, I'm sure, but I will cut short because I can no longer be bothered to think about this.
Well, apologies for my last dramatic post. I've been reading a lot lately, you see; devouring words like candy again has the effect of turning me into a wannabe psuedo-writer. Does this mean I'll be writing more fiction-type articles? Not really, I'm just trying to write better overall. (Including my essays. Definitely including my essays that I should really be doing right now but am not. Oh well.) Speaking of which: Found a cute lil' gem in my copy of Abundance of Katherines! Fellow nerdfighters, you do exist!
So, last night, (and the whole of yesterday really, but last night was the full celebration,) was Erika's birthday. I would work in chronological order so I'm actually going to go back and talk about the rest of the week first. I only mentioned last night here because of my overwhelming excitement to show my blog THE CAKE:
Looks better in real life. Still no idea how it tastes because we blew out the candles right before we left. When I say we, I mean Erika. I just meant that the rest of us partook in the activity via the watching/clapping/singing - (GEEZ, what a long winded explanation for something so simple!)
SO, worked Pop! not this week, but last. Went with the lovely Sophie and actually had a really good time - the music was good, the people were really friendly - and by really friendly I mean most let me take photos of them - and Sophie acted as my assistant. The costumes were most exciting that week - I knew it would be good when I saw the pokemon walking around.
Apart from that, I've had my reading week. I spent:
Monday) Sat in my room alone and... I'm not even sure what I did here, actually. Nothing productive, to be sure.
Tuesday) Spent valentine's day wandering around coventry. Meant to buy paper for my poster but after a series of fortunate events which means I bought myself a ridiculous amount of treats in the form of dvds and books, (happy valentine's day self! lots of love, self. I love me,) I was a little low on money and was lazy.
Wednesday) Went to (shock and horror here,) the learning grid with Lucinda. Wrote almost an entire essay which I had to scrap anyway because I'm a plonker and chose two really stupid scenes. I also sat in the learning grid on my phone and bought myself 4 more dvds and a book because I clearly have issues.
Thursday) Went shopping in Cov with Mikayla and Erika for birthday outfits. Was actually the loveliest day ever - I was given money by les parents, so I was able to buy a bunch of nice stuff, including a pair of shoes which I did not even wear yesterday and I'm glad because they're a tiny bit too big and really, really, high and the floor was ridiculously slippery. Had fried rice for lunch, then shopped 'til we'd gotten what we wanted and then we went to nandos where I, despite having just bought a relatively tight dress, stuffed my face regardless.
Friday) Spent the morning busy bakin' the CAKE, and also constructing a shoddy card because Tesco breaks my heart and doesn't stock A3 card. Spent most of the day faffing around and reading and then we finally got ready and headed out.
Was a really good night. I've been told not-so-great things about smack, but it exceeded my expectations by not being shit and actually being really fun. I don't, as usual, recall any of the music they played but I tell myself that's just because I don't know any of the music anyway, and not because I was overly drunk or - cough - distracted. In a series of strange events, I may have ended up watching first [Rec] then Horrible Bosses with Joe until around 7, (kindly keeping my next-door up, I may add...) and then I woke up again at 11 feeling (thank god for my alcohol breaking-down system or whatever it is,) fine and all fresh as per usual.
Some additional notes:
(1) Now it is a Saturday and I - I won't say I've wasted my whole day, but I haven't really done too much. I did, after all, get out of "bed" around 12 and faffed around cleaning my room and whatnot AS I DO. It feels like a Sunday. I cannot comprehend this day being a Saturday and I'm not sure why.
(2) I've dubbed myself too poor for vanilla vodka at the moment. Demoted to Tesco Value Vodka and bought juice to do mixers. Almost knocked myself out initially with a very strong screwdriver but I was pleasantly okay last night. Also got them cute little cans - a SoCo Lemonade and a Malibu coke and DAMN I am doing that again. Them cute little cans taste good.
(3) I should really be writing my essay now. I feel guilty. Okay, bye.
