EXAM SEASON

It's warm and sunny outside and I've been watching copious amounts of the OC, and my boyfriend and his friends have revived the Game of Thrones board game, so that can only really amount to one thing... EXAM TIME! There literally hasn't been anything interesting in my life as of late. Handed in the essays I was working on over Easter and moved straight into revising. Exams are in a one week span.

Just a little update as I should really be doing something productive with my life. I haven't been updating properly in forever anyway, BUT i am going to start again in summer as there is nothing I really have to do.

See y'all then!

Resolution

I only seem to ever blog when I have literally NOTHING else to do, which isn't really fair to all you readers! (Stats say there are somehow a few of you out there, okay, that's legitimate.)
Maybe my New Year's Resolution this year can be to start blogging again ... all the broken link pictures really got me into a right upset state because I like neatness, but hey, I can always just kind of start again on the same blog, right?


I'm back in Hong Kong now actually. As in, got off the plane today after a failed cab reservation that led to me calling a cab basically in tears down the phone, almost hitting a child with a rogue luggage trolley, oh, and getting an upgrade and having the whole aisle to myself and because it was Air New Zealand, it was basically AIR MIDDLE EARTH. (No kidding, that's like totally their seasonal tagline.)

So, updates: I had my birthday on tuesday! 19 isn't amazing so far. I did get lots of lovely things including chocolate (duh always works,) and i did get sung to in Welsh which was cute. My party was the friday before which you'd know if I'd been bothering to update this but I haven't. Y'all haven't missed much, I swear - house parties and sometimes I went out but mostly just stayed in because I'm boring and afflicted with Couple Syndrome™ now apparently.

You see, I planned a fancy dress party with a wide theme and basically TOLD everyone they'd HAVE to dress up but actually didn't end up getting a costume until the DAY BEFORE MY OWN PARTY.



Portia and Esme also came down and it was nice to have a great CATCH UP HANGOVER SESH the next day when we all dragged our sorry asses to Spoons to devour breakfast. Spoons is becoming my hangover cure - testified by Saturday, when I woke up blindingly hungover at 7.30. Managed to get halfway down the stairs before I had to stop and rest, then turned the heating on and crawled back into bed and then I spent the rest of the morning feeling very sorry for myself and complaining in my delicate state before I was able to go have breakfast and then of course I was fine although quite confused after a very fun and strange house party.

I'm going to have to up my tolerance big time before I fall in the ocean heading home one night and drown.

Last sentence because I've moved to an island which requires ferrying - which is annoying but I can forgive that based on the disneyland fireworks I can see every night. The door also beeps like a maniac every time you leave it open which really confused me the first time. And we have no keys but use a hidden keypad which does admittedly make me feel like a spy every time i walk in which is awesome.

Been trying to dabble with a (writing) piece about traveling and the international lifestyle based on how many times I cross through airports and come through clouds every year, but I guess my mind's not in that creative a place at the minute. I'm going to have to get my hands on a guitar at some point which basically just suggests that I should get a new one for christmas, right?

No one's back for a week so i guess i'll be running errands and staring at the ceiling of an unfamiliar house wondering what I'm going to do with my life in the time being. I'd keep you updated but I think that would even bore me, so, later.

Liveblogging Twilight from a Module Screening

10.01am: Wander in late during Bella’s monologue. Rosy groans “Why are we watching this”

10.04am: NICE WEAVE, JACOB

10.06am: Bella cruelly beats up some kid with a ball, Kristen Stewart attempts showing remorse

10.07am: Jack’s “oh my god!” as Anna Kendrick comes on screen

10.08am: dramatic music starts. Something big is clearly happening

10.08am: Bunch of lookalike models all dramatically walk in, in slo-mo

10.09am: Footface enters the building

10.10am: they all stare creepily at Bella

10.10am: If Edward was looking at me like that I’d cry that’s terrifying

10.10am: a fucking fan is blowing her hair

10.10am: Edward pulls the world’s biggest derp face, puts hand over mouth as if he is going to be VIOLENTLY ILL ALL OVER BELLA

10.11am: Bella checks to see if she smells

10.11am: Montage of the teacher teaching and Edward looking in a mix of looking like he’s about to vomit and/or jizz himself.

10.11am: Edward is really being very rude and Kristen Stewart is trying to portray Bella trying hard not to cry but doing a very poor job (as usual)

10.14am: Emmett standing up in the car like some kind of hood rat

10.15am: the one “proof” that Bella is clumsy as she falls over. Kristen Stewart has absolutely no facial change.

10.17am: Edward makes least charming, most awkward introduction ever.

10.18am: Bella doesn’t like ‘cold wet things’

10.19am: So many close-ups of Edward’s face I am beginning to feel super uncomfortable.

10.19am: Rosy: ‘She thinks he’s sexy’

10.21am: Edward foils a car’s attempt to assassinate Bella. Kristen Stewart still portrays absolutely no emotion.

10.22am – 10.25am : Bella and Edward have some kind of awkward debate over his heroic antics. They have absolutely no chemistry.

10.25am: Edward is watching Bella while she sleeps THAT IS NOT NORMAL IN ANY UNIVERSE YOU JUST DON’T DO THAT.

10.26am: Mike is quite adorable she should just date him so we don’t have to deal with sulkypants sulking in the background and all the drama he brings.

10.28am: Edward sassily scolds Bella like the incompetent child she is. ‘Why don’t you at least look where you walk?!’

10.31am: Edward dropping hints like bombs, tries to sound dark and mysterious. Comes across as a twat.

10.32am: Bella, world’s biggest hypocrite, talks about ‘strong, independent women.’ The world collectively groans.

10.33am: Outburst of laughter from Sophie during ‘The cullens don’t come here.’

10.35am: Here come the shitty slowmo special effects showing their ‘powers’

10.38am: Special snowflake not into dresses and girly things.

10.39am: Attempted gangrape of Bella. Kristen Stewart doesn’t quite manage to convey fear.

10.39am: The attempted rapists can feel Edward’s BLOODLUST. They back off promptly and he engages in reckless driving.

10.41am: Edward’s ‘charming voice’ sounds like mashed potatoes.

10.43am: “But you…nothing.” Rosy: “Because she doesn’t have anything.”

10.50am: Camera attempts to make us dizzy as Bella reaches the staggering and unexpected realization that Edward is INDEED A VAMPIRE.

10.51am: Laughter as Edward yanks bella onto his back and does some kind of slobbish sprint.

10.52am: Edward walks into the sunlight, glitters like a discoball. Jack: “He’s fabulous” Rosy: “He looks really wet.”

10.53am: Edward runs around the forest and breaks shit, whines about being a predator.

10.54am: “I’ve never wanted a human’s blood so much in my life.” “I trust you.” Vom. Bella you fucking idiot.

10.56am: Romantically lying on the grass, staring at each other as camera spins round and round.

10.58am: Bella’s description of Edward just makes him sound like a giant mosquito.

10.59am: Sepia flashback sequence where Carlisle passionately gives Edward a hickey.

11.02am: (Tweet from Jack) ‘I think Kirsten Stewart is a great actor. She taps into emotions I didn't even know existed.’

11.06am: Jack and Sophie both cough. Jack: “COUGH BUDDIES!”

11.07am: Bella: “No bed?” Edward: “No, I don’t sleep.” Rosy: “That’s not what she was thinking.”

11.08am: Edward listens to Debussey. He is clearly so cultured.

11.09am: Sophie splutters in an attempt to hold in a laugh at Bella’s ‘I can’t dance.’

11.09am: Jack erupts into laughter as Edward grips Bella on his back and runs around the forest like a loony.

11.11am: Bella lies on the sofa. PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS, EDWARD.

11.12am: Stephenie’s moment of stardom, she grins to herself as she drinks her coffee.

11.15am: Whole room groans at “I like watching you sleep.” Jack: “yuck!”

11.16am: Bella gets too frisky. Edward is ‘stronger than he thought.’

11.19am: Forgot about this awful baseball scene

11.20am: FAMILY FUN TIME

11.21am: James and his models strut in.

11.24am: James wants to eat Bella and the two teams of vampires stand and hiss menacingly at each other.

11.29am: Cullens GEAR UP FOR WAR.

11.32am: Montage sequence – James sniffs things, gets angry, Alice has a vision and draws things.

11.35am: Bella goes off and her own and fails miserably at basically everything from now on.

11.37am: James starts to direct his snuff film.

11.39am: Bella starts to get crazy vampire spasms – Kristen Stewart flails around like a fish and pulls awkward faces.

11.39am: The rest of the gang arrive and Alice rips james’ head off whilst Edward just cries and almost kills Bella BECAUSE SHE JUST TASTES SO DAMN GOOD APPARENTLY.

11.42am: Shockingly edited montage depicting their ‘relationship’ and what she means to him.

11.48am: Jacob and Edward have an awkward, hostile confrontation. Me and Rosy both hiss.

11.55am: Mike’s extreme disapproval at radiohead being used as the credits start to roll. We all all severely relieved.

Small Town Moon

Christ, it's really been a while. Facebook's gone and changed their picture formats and the lack of photos on here and how much time it's going to take to edit them all has been depressing me, thus, lack of posts. I should really be typing more and relying less on photos, but I am a photographer and my already not so interesting life is just less interesting without visuals.


Because I am backdated by like, 2 months, I'm just going to summarise.
(1) Got back to uni and was reunited with everyone including my lovely boyf. Because we're living in Leamington this year (and by we, I mean I kind of occupy a little space including a shelf and a corner of the floor and half the bed in Joe's room...) there's been less going out and more house parties. Been to a fair few, several dress up, at all sorts. (cbf to go into detail)
 











(2) Wow I literally remember nothing else (serves me right for not updating sooner.) Basically, been going into uni, course still great, mondays suck blah blah, house parties sometimes, mostly staying in because I'm turning into an old lady and OH WOW YEAH I'M STARTING TO GET HANGOVERS FUCK THIS. :(

(3) Buuut a recent exciting adventure was that me and Joe went down to London to go eat at MAZE because we absolutely fail at being uni students. First day was spent just wandering around oxford circus because shops don't actually close at stupidly-early o'clock there. Went to Hamleys and basically relived my childhood, although I was disappointed that it seemed so much smaller (In before y'all can think 'No shit Laura you've gotten bigger in 10 years,) but was still a nice wander. Went and had a steak (!) in cafe rouge and literally the best desserts ever. I do not think you understand how good this dessert was. Have some pictorial proof of the menu:

MAZE itself was ridiculously nice. Did a bit of shopping in the afternoon and navigated the tube - I still get crowd stress it seems - and ate so much and I got really upset that I got too full to eat all dessert. Drinks and service charge still was a big chunk of money.

Train'd home Monday morning to return back to student life. (Or not.) 


There is really not much else to write here; I guess I just wanted to do a clearing up of all the backdated stuff - because this kind of stuff actually does stress me out ... - so I can move on and post when (if) anything interesting happens. Maybe I'll do more text-based posts or something.


I'm barely motivated to do anything that's not lie in bed and watch films as of late really. And try to befriend cats on the street who just don't want to know...

Image heavy, word heavy.

Alright, I've quit being so dramatic - a little bit. Basically, I'm now tucked away right out in the sticks of Wales with appalling network and very slow internet connection - what's better than a SUPER LONG BLOG ENTRY!

Mostly concerning the post-exam shenanigans in full, wedding stuff, and my summer plans. This is a very selfish entry because it's all me, me, me, but let's not kid ourselves, literally everything on this blog is about me because I am just apparently a terribly self-obsessed person.

So, I basically didn't drink for like... 1 or 2 days of those 2 weeks we had off after exams. There was all the going out with different people, the casual drinking in the evenings, and the westwood bbq of course (and our alcoholic teacup!)

Two photos nicked off Abi from... Smack lie below, I'm pretty sure it was, on the thursday after THE HANGOVER. Basically, I think, based off my memories, the two weeks went like this:

Wednesday: Pop

Thursday: (Hangover from fucking hell,) Smack

Friday: Evolve, foam party.

Saturday: Skool Dayz (a.k.a super grumpy-angry-emotional strop night)

Sunday: Westwood BBQ (adventures with the alcoholic teapot)

Monday: Chilled night in but I drank anyway.

Tuesday: Smack (intention,) Koko's (where we ended up.)

Wednesday:~~~ SOBER DAY ~~~

Thursday: Saint's (WITH PORTIA!)

Friday: Smack

Saturday: ??? Stayed in here again I think. Don't have recollections anymore. Someone tell me if I have this wrong.

Sunday: Summer party!

Monday: Gatecrasher

[EDIT] I am silly. Andrew has informed me that the first Friday was just plain Evolve and the missing Saturday was foam party. THERE WE GO THEN. Both were good nights. SEE, EVERYTHING KIND OF JUST MERGED INTO ONE. [/EDIT]

This looks absolutely appalling. Hannah came down to visit on the Tuesday after so obviously couldn't bring her out - wanted to show her the standard uni lifestyle (minus the hardcore partying of course... she is fourteen.) I warned her we'd probably just sit around drinking, and true to that, we just drank and made a giant, very impressive fort.

 

I don't have a lot of photos from going out because I brought my disposables to use up and didn't want to bring my big camera out after already losing my lens attachment during Skool Dayz... I have yet to get the disposables developed. They should be hilarious. I've skipped out another huge event too: THE SUMMER PARTY Basically, despite it being a ridiculous £38 and had taken me ages to help set up - they made me carry heavy things and my arms hurt so much for a few days because I am a weakling... this was pretty good fun. DISPERSED PICTURE POST TIME!!!

Basically, there were three fairground rides - the waltzer, the rhythm rider and dodgems - and the stage where a few acts played. Headliner was Noah & The Whale (who I really do love,) and other standout ones were Miss Dynamite and Jakwob I guess - although I didn't watch either of them.

(With Tara a bit before Noah & The Whale came on!)

Me, Erika and Toby, after collecting our tickets with the others at 10-11ish, headed down at 12.30 because we wanted to go on the rides. We basically ended up alternating between the 3 several times whilst the lines were fairly short. The other stuff was really all fair stalls and inflatables and whatnot. OH, AND THE REALLY CUTE COCKTAIL TENT (of course I would pick that as a highlight,)

We actually went back around 4 to chill for a bit - I'd had 2 hours sleep the night before... WHERE THE HELL DID WE GO, IT'S COMING BACK TO ME THAT I WAS EXHAUSTED BUT I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE WE WENT... and we went up to Joe's room to drink and watch a film, and it turned into 'Accidental naptime with Abi, Laura, Joe & Toby,' with us all just asleep during the film... except Toby, who watched it.

Went back to catch Noah and go on more rides. I thought they were brilliant - the artist liaison lot (I didn't work that day because I didn't like any of the artists massively enough) said they were all really nice... even though a lot of them were late in typical band fashion.

In all, it was just such a nice day - and such a nice way to end the year (sort of, even though I didn't leave til wednesday.) There was this really ice bit where the sun was just setting and they were playing L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N and all my favourite people (almost) were in sight and Joe was holding my hands up and dancing and Megan was waving at me from a bit away and it was just really nice, awh. (sap!!!)

As I've been writing this, Abi's been putting photos up from her camera - so I guess here's some more image spam...

This night was... no idea... not Saint's... Smack I think! (oh god, they're all jumbling into one.)

I love this :')

Joe making the photo cute by closing his eyes...

Rest in peace tongue piercing, 2012 - day my parents arrived to see me at uni :(

God, looking back at these now really makes me want to go back! It was such a fun, spontaneous two weeks - just doing whatever, waking up whenever (lol, not really,) and hanging out with my favourite people. Most notable nights were really - well, all of them. There was the freezing to death from the foam party - which was a bad idea. Turns out, the foam got taller than me a lot of the time and not only does it kill your eyes, but it makes things hard to breathe, and god forbid, 'choked to death on foam' is just a far too embarrassing way to die. Kept having to go to the bathroom to just rinse off, leaving us all sopping wet and wandering around in the cold outside getting hypothermia. Literally sprinted off the bus and had the nicest shower of my life afterwards though...

The other nights were good fun - I kept going through alcohol ridiculously though. As in, a surprising amount for such a lightweight. I am very generous when I've had a bit to drink though - I just like making people try my concoctions! Me and Jordan went through our 1 litre SoCo as well..

Anyway, enough uni moping - I'll get to see some of the hallmates SOON as you shall find out later so STAY TUNED, DEAR AUDIENCE!

Better move onto Wales and whatnot. After a relatively painless 4-5 hourish car ride (I slept for a lot and then just sat there listening to music,) we got to this place a.k.a way out in the sticks in Pembrokeshire. Long story short, wedding held here because this place (Druidstone,) is where Amy and Mike met, and where both their families went loads.

I mean, although I was being all mopey, it's nice to chill and talk with my sister again. I've also started talking to my parents again, (I started on Friday, really,)

So, had to be up for SEVEN for hair and makeup. I was quite astounded - "it can't possibly take that long!" I said. IT TOOK TWO AND A HALF HOURS. Two hours to sort my mane out into some intricate hairstyle - there were seventy hairclips in my hair. SEVENTY! I was still finding some this morning - and half an hour to make my face look somewhat acceptable. We then sat around and I put on my cinderella bridesmaid dress WHICH WAS LITERALLY LIKE FIVE SIZES TOO SMALL AND VERY TIGHT AWH.

Bridesmaids :') It was absolutely FREEZING. We were all shivering so much and the photographer kept telling us to think warm thoughts. Cheryl came up with 'I AM ON A WARM BEACH, I'VE NEVER BEEN WARMER.'

Wedding party! Amy looked absolutely stunning (Mike not bad too,) and she actually so calm - my poor aunt was the one running around worrying about everything. Everything did go okay though. My goals of the day were not to trip going down the aisle, and not to fall off a cliff - probably considering how damn windy it is here. I was already blown by the wind into a muddy ditch on the first day.

Following all the bibly stuff - oh, and I managed to have a massive coughing fit during prayer and then whispered 'Oh bloody hell' because I wasn't thinking and got quite a few glances oops - we went back for the reception and after party. I got changed into something I could comfortably exhale in EVEN THOUGH I WAS STILL FREEZING.

Basically after that it was just food and drink and food and drink and dancing. Lots of all of it. ESPECIALLY FOOD, I'M STILL FULL GOD MOM AND DAD IT'S NOT DINNER TIME UNTIL TOMORROW SH.

There were also fireworks, which you will all know are my favourite things on this PLANET. They were beautiful and even though I was cold, having them go off less than 30m above my head was still magical and made me so so happy.

And then I went inside and officially became the happiest girl in the universe because THERE WAS A WHOLE TABLE JUST FOR CHEESE AND ONE FOR CHOCOLATE. I DON'T EVEN NEED TO ELABORATE ON THIS. CHEESE AND CHOCOLATE, GUYS.

 

Those were pretty much the wedding celebrations - danced with everyone and was running around and everything was just beautiful and it was really cute. Got given the loveliest charm bracelet - AND COLOURED PENCILS, my cousin knows me well - for a thank you bridesmaid present thing, bless. Danced with my baby second cousin, who is the cutest and most energetic girl ever. She came to see us this morning to show off her dress as well!

Now all the guests have gone and the bride and groom as well off to Mexico - it's just really our family and the South African cousins here to chill for the next four days. Today's grand adventure was literally going to Tesco. I know we're going to a theme park for one of the days... the other ones... maybe I'll just have to sit here and write long blog entries.

But overall I've cheered up; I suppose part of that is to do with the fact that after this and ITALY (!!!) I'll be going over to London for Joe's birthday and will get to see him and some of the other hallmates. Hopefully we'll be able to chill apart from that too - I'd love to force them to play tourist with me. It also means I don't have to send Joe his birthday presents - because that would be ridiculously expensive - and can just send a card (which is on the table,) instead. Thank god. Sending a bottle of alcohol cross-country would probably be quite expensive... and just a bit weird, hah.

Summertime Sadness

I literally feel as if I have been kidnapped by my own parents. I’d been told, Thursday was the day we were going to Wales. Therefore, I made the assumption I’d be picked up Thursday to go after having my stuff taken back Wednesday. Long story made short, after my dad flipped out at me for having “so much crap,” I was told I was going to stay at my gran’s that night and that I wasn’t coming back.

It feels weird. I’m being melodramatic (as per usual,) but despite my minor tantrum earlier, it still hasn’t totally sunk in that I’ve left the room and Knightcote and living on campus. That’s it, guys, DONE. Never again will I haunt the green-carpeted, yellow-walled corridors on the way to my room. Never again will I sit bathtub-style in the comfy chairs in the common room chit-chatting about absolute nothings with my hallmates – okay, it sounds like I really have a physical attachment to the place. I assure you, it’s far more emotional.

It’s just – it’s been a long three terms and so much has happened. There’ve been high ups and low downs but overall, it may have been the best year of my life. This has been such a life-changing experience and I’m so glad that there are still another two years to go.

Didn’t actually get to find out my results because of lack of time. Great. To be fair though, I’m not even really caring about anything.

I guess the main thing that’s really irking me is that I wasn’t able to say goodbye properly to a lot of people. I’d left people’s stuff out so I could return it and say goodbye, but with my parents tapping their feet at the door, they were a bit rushed. It was really when Kathryn looked like she was about to cry that I really got myself worked up.  After leaving bits and pieces around for people who weren’t in, I hurriedly returned my keys and then went outside with the last of  my stuff. Was just about to get into the car when I saw Joe, Jacob & Jake walking back from Jin’s so at least I was able to say a very quick bye after I just went “I’M LEAVING NOW.” (Luckily I was with Joe earlier in the day – we’d made plans to get coffee after I’d dropped my stuff off at my gran’s but obviously it turned out I wasn’t even coming back.

Since then, went for dinner with Portia, downloaded bad music and lay in bed feeling sorry for myself. Thought everyone was ignoring my texts but it turns out my gran’s house has the worst network ever and upon going outside, received about 12 in one go.

So this was really just a rant; off to Wales today for the wedding and for just a bit longer before we head back here. I’m too exhausted to work out how I feel. This is so weird.

I’ll update properly again at some point.

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.

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.