Million Dollar Man

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I DID IT AGAIN. Don't blame me, blame my hallmates/friends for distracting me whilst I blog because I've gone and written half a post and just left it and now I have more to update on top of that. SIGH. Here's the first bit eh, I'll just continue on I guess!

Okay, so I do this thing a lot. I write very ambiguous statements about things that I am feeling and post them because I am either too (a) lazy or (b) introverted to actually write out proper, like, you know, thoughts and stuff on here.

Let's say: this feels like nostalgia. This "England summer" feels like a time I knew before. I am waiting for the same things and doing the same things and it all feels the same but it's not and it's weird and whilst it's nice it creeps me out a little and i'm so nervous and damn, this is one long-ass run on sentence.

Anyway; rest of the "summer" has gone by beautifully, only to end in today's rain, just as I buy a ton of summer clothes - hello HK government money, finally! We can start with the beginning continuing as it did in the last blog.

We had a chill night out during the nice summery bit - of course, at the time of the writing of this blog entry a.k.a a million years later - where I brought out my duvet and we all chilled on the glass and drank cider and had a cute day!

 

 

And then the day after or something like that - all those days seemed to have kind of merged into one big happy day now - we had a big film bbq! (DISPOSABLE BBQS ARE REAL GUYS, THEY WORK, THEY'RE SO COOL!) This ended up with us cracking open the cider the minute we sat down (so four in the afternoon,) and then having delicious foods and lovely company. We also took a dip in the skanky-looking bluebell lake and whilst I think I may have gotten a disease from it, it was refreshing as hell, so whatever.

Forever a hipster.

  

There was also some football and frisbee and 'GET DOWN MR. PRESIDENT' whereupon James, who wasn't even informed of the game, was chosen victim.

  

Photographic evidence right here.

  

JJ found a trolley in the lake so the guys - after their skinny dip - went shopping a bit.

  

  

GOD, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT MAJESTIC DRINK UNTIL I SAW THIS PHOTO. Less than £2 for a woo woo in a bottle. So good. Drained that shit.

  

  

Infiltration of the film bbq by Megan and Lucas cos they're cute.

Apart from that, it'd been revising in the sun. My productive streak was obviously too good to be true because it reached the point where my attention broke, and since i'm a selfish brat, because I wasn't allowed to concentrate, no one else was allowed to either and we just ended up pouring water on each other.

So apart from that, the weather's gone back to shit again and everyone's hermitting away. My first exam is on Thursday - theatre, it WOULD be theatre - and I've had so many almost-panic attacks already. Exam stress, ugh.

The weekend though saw me near London as it was my cousin's hen do - brilliant timing - so I went down on Friday for the weekend festivities. I'm going to list the events because it'll just be neater:

(1) Cracked open the champagne at breakfast, 10am.

(2) Started to drink/get ready at 1pm.

(3) Got on bus, met people, 3pm.

(4) Ice bar:

  

DRINKS SERVED IN GIANT ICE CUBES. So cool. (Literally BA DUM TSS) and fruity cocktails, god, they were nice.

(5) Went to loop to watch - I kid you not - a male strip show. Awkward would be a bit of an understatement considering I was with my cousin and my AUNT who's related to my dad, wow that was weird. It was, safe to say, absolutely ridiculous and innappropriate: 

 

YES, THE STRAWS.

The show was exactly as it sounds. Imagine a film portrayal of a tacky and hilarious strip show with blatantly gay men. Exactly that. Can't say I'm not a bit scarred though.

(6)  After the show it was just a standard club night of dancing and songs. Was so tired that I sobered up. Feel asleep on the bus on the way home.

 

Was meant to come back to uni Monday but I left Sunday - despite my parent's annoyance at how fucking expensive it was PLUS the more difficult journey - for numerous reasons, not limited to the fact I have my exams soon and I'm an anti-social brat who can't be around people - no matter how lovely they were - for TOO long.

Since then, I've sat in my room and complained about work and made a shit ton of coffee BECAUSE I BOUGHT A COFFEE MAKER. BEST INVESTMENT EVER. I also got cream and sweetner and chocolate powder and set up a table starbucks and now I can make mochas. God, it's so cool.

 

My room permanently smells of coffee now though. I quite like it, but I feel like perhaps it's contributing to the spiral of insanity I am quite clearly falling down upon at this time.

I should probably sleep more.