Post-Exams

Well well well, my last exam is over and there goes with it the need to work and apparently my ability to think coherently and do stuff. It's the end of my first year of uni. This is a strange concept. This may take a while to get used to.

As I do, I've spent the last few hours just going through old blog posts and pictures from the beginning of the year. Okay, two months were spent on holiday but it's been a ridiculous year. I've done and been through so much new and weird shit. This year has been the biggest upheaval; I've flown across the world to go study in a new environment and live with a bunch of strangers I've now luckily (for the most part,) come to love. When I was sitting around at home moping last summer, I occupied my time and bored little self by imagining what it'd be like. It's certainly been very different to how I thought it'd be, but I've still loved (most of) it.

Exams: not going to go over them because it bores me to tears. I've sat through them once I don't need to fucking relive them. All I'll say is that I seriously manage to put the pro in procrastination and that our TOMI exam screwed us all over. Seriously - the minute we were allowed to turn our papers over, there was just this sad ten minute space where all the film students stared in despair at the questions. Karl, why would you do that to us?

Celebrated finishing our first year (!!!) by drinking almost immediately and continuing into the night. This resulted in a fuzzy night and lack of memory (bless you camera... even though I barely remember past photo freaking twenty,) but basically yeah. Erryone got wastaaaaad. (Except the people who hadn't finished exams oops.)

 

LUCAS BEING A CLASS FUCKING ACT AS USUAL :')

 

 

Rachel hadn't finished her exams but it was her birthday so THAT WAS FINE.

 

 

 

Okay, let's just clarify something here: I never get hangovers usually, but come Thursday morning I had my first hangover from fucking hell. IT WAS AWFUL OKAY, I'M NOT BEING MY OVERDRAMATIC SELF AND MAKING A MASSIVE DEAL OUT OF SOMETHING NOT-SO-BAD IT WAS LIKE SATAN HIMSELF HAD CRAWLED INSIDE ME AND WAS JUST DESTROYING ME RELENTLESSLY FROM THE INSIDE - GOD, that is a weird simile, wow I'm sorry I won't do that again.

So I complained all day (only thing I managed to do because everything else was so much EFFORT - including lying down - but for some reason I could complain okay SAYS A LOT ABOUT ME,) and then finally started functioning again around 7. I also 'quit drinking alcohol forever,' until about 10pm that night when I was completely fine and decided to go out again to Smack that night. #poorwillpower.

AND then of course LAST night (Friday!) was Evolve which was good because everyone had properly finished then so yay drunkentimes again. I'm actually not an alcoholic oh my god, my blog is making me look bad.

 

 

 

(And then I wonder why no one wants to sit near me on buses - #1 camwhore)

Yesterday was actually brilliant and they played good music and it was cute people and we're out again tonight. I think I'm actually going to write out a nice ~reflection of my first year at uni~ in between this entry and the next (sentence made redundant because if I do it'll actually be the next entry and thus this doesn't make sense...) so it seems like I do stuff other than take photos of myself when I'm out. Not that I really do.

On a final note: for someone who can barely handle freaking caffeine, i've been drinking a ridiculous amount of mountain dew and then I get the caffeine shakes and start having existential crises and then hate myself. These days have been weird.