It's definitely been an interesting couple of days.

So on Monday, was Aida's birthday, and crazy shit went down. Bunch of us all merry at Aida's, yada yada, get to Tiger Tiger what happens but YUFAN FORGETS HER ID IN WILLESDEN GREEN WTF. But Jonny and Tom're already pretty much there so I just tell them to go in on Aida's guestlist and I'd meet them later. I run back to Willesden (not all the way, just the bits where I'm not on the underground OBVS) and it's all good when I hop on the Jubilee line back to Piccadilly Circus... NO IT ISN'T, I'm on the last train and can't change at Green Park to the Piccadilly line, so I have to leg it from Green Park to Piccadilly Circus, which by the way is treks and painful in 3 or 4 inch heels. Fuck me. So after all this effort, I get to Tiger Tiger at about 12:30am, thinking shit yeah everything's aight. NO IT ISN'T, apparently doors are closed and no one's going in anymore. What the fuck, who closes doors at 12:30am!? NOWHERE except apparently Tiger Tiger. Fuck that shit. I try Aida to no avail, so I tell Miranda, who comes out anyway because she was kind of lost and wasn't really enjoying it. We buss KFC for some chicken even though neither of us are 1. hungry or 2. black. Eventually we get kicked out cuz it was closing so we head back to Tiger Tiger to wait outside. Between us heading to KFC and back to Tiger Tiger, many a-wasteman have tried it on and we have brushed them all off in style ie.
wasteman: hi laydees...
brush off: nope
wasteman: HIII
brush off: the exit's THAT way mate
ha. ANYWAY. We encounter just about everyone EXCEPT the Spaniard, which is pretty unuseful as we are supposed to be staying at hers. Everyone's been looking for her but no one has seen her, WOE. So we stay til the very, VERY end, when even the toilet attendants leave. Still no sign of the midget. Panic setting in, we hope she hasn't gone home with a random. Or is dead. Or something. Everyone has to leave to get the overground at 4am back to Mill Hill Broadway so it's just Miranda, Emma (Aida's uni friend) and Audrey (who's pissed off her face and entertaining a crowd somewhere in the distance lol). Oh and Jonny and Tom as they decided not to go casino with their friends Baris and Abdullah. Tom at this point is exanimate because he'd been at work, but Jonny is perky as usual. They wait with us while we try to figure what to do - can't go back to Miranda's as her keys are at Aida's, same with me and my keys. Jonny offers us his house, and since Audrey seems to have found a lift with her bf, we accept, but there leaves calling Sara to tell her we've managed to lose her midget daughter on her 19th birthday. So I suck it up and call. MYSTERY SOLVED, AIDA'S AT HOME! Apparently lost her phone and cried/stumbled all the way back. Oh dear. At least she's safe... So Sara asks us to go back by getting the 98 and we're like alright. Part ways with Jonny and Tom, we have NO idea where to get the 98 from. Ask some random underground worker man and he tells us to go to Trafalgar Square. After some long route we end up at Trafalgar Square but the 98 is nowhere to be seen, so we hop on the N52 as Emma has noticed it says "WILLESDEN GREEN" - surely Willesden Green can't be so big that we can't walk from the bus garage? WRONG, we failed and get lost, so cold and sober we get a minicab back. Minicab driver doesn't know where it is - surely if you're gonna be a minicab driver IN WILLESDEN GREEN you should know where you're going!? Apparently not, he fails at using his satnav twice and we end up pulling over in the middle of the street while he gets his bearings. Suddenly satnav works and we are at Aida's within seconds - thanks taxi man, thanks. You'd think, the trauma is finally over but alas no, Audrey pops up with Alex in tow, they stay in Aida's bed as Aida has passed out in her mum's bed, so Miranda, Emma and I have to share the pulled out couch... and Miranda SPOONS ME. Thanks Miranda. Hahahaha. But at least the trauma was over. Finally.

SO, ONTO TUESDAY. We leave Aida's at around 11 or something ridiculous, though I do have a shower at Aida's. I plan to do sweet fuck all for the rest of the day, regardless of these iTunes festival tickets I won for Mr Hudson and Kid British considering I don't know who they are. Then I notice "special guests: Kid Cudi and Kanye West" - well since it's free, MIGHT AS WELL! However it was late notice by then so I'm thinking, Chalk Farm, who's around those bits? JONNY. And he's on it because he's manned up and started drinking immediately after the night before at Tiger Tiger. I meet him at around 7 and we hit up the Spoons by the canal for an hour and figure we need to head over to Roundhouse by now. So we're standing in the queue and this minor has ridiculous turn ups, as in ALL THE WAY UP TO HIS KNEES, what is this shit? We figure we wouldn't enjoy this with indie pricks like them attending. Some bloke comes along saying "ticket winners?" and I'm like "YES BRUV ME" and we jump the queue, much to the minors' despair. We're pretty much "fuck you" at them and head in, get a wristband and some fancy lanyard and go for the stage area. Someone we think is Kid British is currently playing, we don't give a flying fuck, so we get more mash up by having bare spirit mixers. Eventually, many toilet trips and hell of a lot mixers later, this Mr Hudson appears. We still don't know who he is. So we keep drinking. Kid Cudi finally appears and we jimp a little as Day n Night comes on and we spaz dance a bit. Not as much as the midget boy in front of us, he looks like he's having a seizure. Then they all bugger off because it's an "interval" or some shit so what do we do? Yes, we drink. Surprisingly we are not off our faces, but are quite severely drunk. Jonny wanted to make a scene and was waiting for someone to spill a drink or something so he could make drama. "You'd back me up yeah?" Of course I would, you moron, I'm like in love with you. Anyway. No such drama occurs as all the drinks spill on me and I shout but no one cares because Mr Hudson is back. We don't care about this, and nothing more happens until Kanye West shows up and does Love Lockdown and we jimp and spaz dance a bit more. As soon as they bugger off, so do we, to avoid the mass of people. We're not quite ready to go home yet, and it's only like 11, so we go to The Elephant's Head for a few more cheeky drinks. We chat, lose track of time, and I miss my last train home. How else can you get to Mill Hill from Camden!? We don't know, so he offers his house, which I accept (again). But he wants a kebab so we head to Woody Grills for a chicken doner, which is UH-MAY-ZING but the chilli sauce burns my face. We hop on the N5 back to Belsize Park and his house is sick. Well it's more a flat with two floors but it's all modern-ish inside and well fancy. His room is HUMUNGOUS with an ensuite (albeit kinda a grotty BOYS ensuite) though he does share with his brother, Will. It reminds me of a bachelor pad. He pulls out one of the pull-out couches for me and lets me borrow a tshirt and trackies, and then brings out his best friend, Wallace. The hamster. I think I fall a little in love here because of the way he giggles and coos at his hamster. He tries to put Wallace down my top but I am not drunk enough to let a rodent inbetween my breasts. Will is pretty quiet but I suppose it's because he's watching The Wire, which Jonny notices and goes to join him. After I play with Wallace a bit more, I pass out on the pull-out couch, which he furnishes with 4 pillows and a duvet(!) and is quite comfortable so I'm not sure what I was doing in my sleep to wake up aching from shoulder to lower back. I wake at 9:30am in horrendous pain, with my back being on fire and a hangover. Try to go back to sleep but it doesn't work because everything hurts so bad. I text him to try to wake him up to find me paracetamol and water but his phone barely vibrates so this plan fails. I eventually drift into a state of half-sleep but kind of awake, and notice I'm possibly making a hideous noise because my nasal passages are blocked and my throat is dry as Jodie's yeasty vag. It's about 10:45am now, so I reckon he'll be up soon as he was up at 10 the day before. He isn't. I wonder around, exploring the room and looking at the books. I read something about dinosaurs. I find lots of little boy things which make me "aw", like a Pirate's Cookbook and 'Can't You Sleep, Little Bear?'. But I am also surrounded by all things Arsenal, and am dubious about the stool and binoculars near the window through which you can hear a primary school. I do question him about this later but it figures you can't even see the school, though he admits to spying on his neighbours when he has nothing better to do. I sit around and my pains subside slowly, ridiculously slowly, but it is subsiding nonetheless. He eventually wakes up at around 1 or 2ish in the afternoon, after I sit around doing fuck all. I did pee in the ensuite which doesn't shut properly as the door is draped in clothes and bathrobes, and the toilet seat is broken, and the entire room smells a bit funky, and I pray to god they don't wake up while I'm peeing. They don't. We watch some TV (why didn't he tell me about this the night before??) and realise we're starving marvins and head down to the kitchen, where we have a fry up. Jonny pan griddles some bacon because he's too lazy to wash the grill, and I make some fried eggs. There is toast and lots of tea and even some Scotch pancakes. We call Will down for breakfast and we FEAST. It is heavenly. Eventually we end up back in the boys' room and just watch TV, play xbox or go on the laptop. Somehow I manage to waste my day away and don't leave until about 6:45pm. As we part ways and hug, he says something but I don't quite catch it, but I think it is something about next time he expects a blowjob. I ignore this and go the walk of shame, which is made worse because I have to take the underground to Camden and go back the High Barnet branch as there is no direct way of going home. LONG. I eventually get back and Ross wants to head to Harvester. I feel can't cope with so much alcohol continuously for 3 days, but I man up and go see Leon and Ross. I have one Carlsberg and that's about all I can take. We chat and Ross gives me a little voodoo doll dangly thing that he bought for me, which I think is very sweet. At first I was dubious because he doesn't usually do nice things like this haha, and I question if it's just something someone gave him and he didn't want it. He says "no" in an incredulous way, as if shocked and appalled. I am still somewhat dubious but a present's a present. We play on the IT box or whatever it's called, and end up losing quite a few quid but I'm okay with it because I only lost 1.50 so it could be worse. The fact I didn't keep putting money in confirms to me that I am not an addictive gambler so I am relieved. Well I wouldn't say I DON'T have an addictive personality but more that I'm too lazy to give in to any addictions. In any case, we stay til we get kicked out and now I am home and typing this account of my past three days.

It has definitely been INSANE, not necessarily bad nor particularly spectacular. I'm not disappointed, maybe a little by not getting into Tiger Tiger but Jonny said it wasn't TOO good anyway. No one else was really sober enough to remember, though Leon and Ross do remember enjoying themselves a lot haha. I am currently unbelievably knackered out by the past few days and am ready to crawl into bed and just zonk.

In other news, I was emailed by uni and apparently I only failed Ancient Rome on the coursework essay front... because I didn't do it, so all I need to do is do it and hand it in by July 31st. I am tempted to get Andy to do it for me. But I should attempt it myself first. Good times as this means I will only need to resit Ancient Greece. Still, I am shocked that I didn't fail at the exam. I was sure I'd failed that because I knew there was no point as I hadn't done the essay but whatevs. Maybe the uni just don't want to kick me out on account of I'm so awesome.

It's been another while. Nothing is really newsworthy, except that global warming is making life difficult. I might as well go live on the Sun. Or at least Mercury. The only real reason I'm writing a new entry is because I wanted to test out my new Zachary Quinto moodtheme... I was hoping to find a Pinto bromance or just general 2009 Star Trek moodtheme, but until that time comes, I will just have to stick to ZQ. Holy crap I sound like such a GEEK. I'm not that big a Trekkie, honest :(

Also, the new Jay Sean song is WELL GOOD, new jam fo real.

Edit: ALL IS WELL, I NOW HAVE AN ANIMATED ROBIN HOOD MOOD THEME! OOH DE LALLY!

Oh hello neglected LJ. It's been a while. There isn't really much to report except that my phone has been stolen by a psychopath. What the fuck? It's the second time this phone's been nicked! Last time was the almost-rape time... but the police recovered it. This time, we can assume who the culprit is but he's some sort of drug-dealing axe-murderer and is too terrifying to confront so I dunno. my only link to him is going on holiday tomorrow/today so I probably will never see this phone again. Poor, poor, beautiful LG. I wonder if O2 will give me a replacement phone. I think I have insurance on it, I'm not sure. QUEER. I sure would like the new Samsung Tocco Ultra Blue though. That phone is BUFF.

I'm currently in Durham, staying with Katherine because it was too long to drag all my shit down to London, only to drag it back to Edinburgh two weeks later. So instead I dragged it to Durham, which isn't nearly as far. I've enjoyed my time here so far, except the loss of telecommunications, but I'm glad to be heading back to Edinburgh on Tuesday. It would be exciting to be moving in, apart from the HUGE HASSLE it is going to be.

So far I have passed most of first year, Linguistics and English Language definitely anyway. I know I will have to retake Ancient Greece (even though I don't GIVE A SHIT to be honest) and I still haven't got my results for Ancient Rome. However I didn't give in my essay so maybe I've failed that regardless of my exam. I'm not holding out for a good mark, I know I crashed and dived oh god. CRASHED. AND. DIVED. Bad craic.

Recently I have been re-addicted to the Sims, but not Sims 3 which is unfortunate because my laptop is too SHIT to run it. I've been sticking to Sims 2 and have discovered things for the first time because I'm actually playing it properly, eg. not turning aging off so my sims are actually growing up, which is a strange because my sims aren't FIT AND YOUNG anymore. However I have some saucy sims at uni because they're all getting around, filthy things. God I'm so obsessed over it that I downloaded loads of new custom shit like hairstyles and colours and eye colours and make up and stuff so that my sims can be HOTTTTT as. Issues, I have them.

It's Eleanor's birthday soon, and I've got the task of making her something - I managed part of it, then realised it was wonky so ctrl+z'd it (not literally OBVS) and am starting again. Even though it took me like an hour just to do that first bit. fml.

Am re-reading some people's old journals that haven't been updated in time, like the last entry being 2005 sort of thing, and it makes me reminisce and kind of slightly sad. I miss year 9, drama, scandal and all.

I really need to right my sleeping patterns, because they are fucked beyond belief. I don't remember the last time I went to bed before daybreak??

I'm having one of those periods in life where you just feel fat every day. Which is stupid because I'm not anorexic and I know I'm not a humungoloid.

I know that my exams are still two weeks away but I know I'm going to fail dramatically if I don't even TRY and work. Yet I can't bring myself to? This is dumb. I keep procrastinating, and it doesn't help that, when I do think about doing work, there will always be someone around who doesn't need to at that present time and I'll just end up cotching with them instead. Shit.

My room is a hole, I really should clean it up.

I've been avoiding so many things I shouldn't; the self-storage people keep calling but I never am prepared to answer (eg I don't know when I want it for yet); the claims people keep bugging Ross to keep bugging me even though my parents told them to piss off; should be booking tickets to Manchester to visit Aidax2 before it's too late again; missed Miranda's birthday thing last weekend because I'm so disorganised and poor. URGH.

I miss people at home, but I don't really want to go back because things seem.. easier here in the 'burgh. As in, I'm spectacularly lazy. Everything's walking distance, wherever I plan to go - clubbing, a pub, Fraser Court... though technically there are things at some that are similar distances to what I'd walk in Edinburgh but I just wouldn't when I'm in London? I don't know how that works. I'd be more enticed to go home if I still had a car, I suppose. I miss my car. I think I'm forgetting how to drive.

Definitely need a new camera, I've completely fucked mine up but I can't tell my parents because it'll be the second one in a couple of years! Ooops.

Easter's come and gone, it was a nice break I suppose but I did really quite miss the 'burgh. Yesterday Jamie had a bit of an unplanned dinner party haha, it was all fancy and shit. Dan and Anne are incredibly weird. Still. I can't bring myself to like them. German Josh was also present, he is FIT; Katherine, Hannah and I were discussing at length (again) about it after he, Dan & Anne (who probs went off to shag) left, and totally imagined him naked. Jamie confirms our suspicions that he would have a HOT arse as he has seen him in the starkers when he didn't know his flat wasn't empty and stepped out the shower naked. Oh my god jizz in my pants. I JOKE.

I've kind of given up. No one is worth all this disappointment and turmoil. What a shame.

I need to do shitloads of work and I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail university already. I'm not even going to pass first year. This is depressing.

I'm falling into another one of those phases where I feel apathetic about most things. Obviously I'm going to keep up a cheerful disposition, why drag everyone down with me?!

I can't wait until everyone is back from Easter and reunited. It feels wrong when some of us aren't here. But apparently we won't be reunited PROPERLY for a while yet, because Stephen's sister is severely ill so he's staying home until she's relatively better. He's not even coming back for his exams. We may not even see him until September and that is a terrible prospect.

TELL ME COULD YOU LOVE A BOY LIKE ME, LIKE ME? TELL ME COULD YOU LOVE A BOY LIKE ME? CUZ I NEED YOU, YOU'RE MY HEART AND SOUL, AND I'M GONNA LET YOU KNOW, AIN'T GONNA LET YOU GO!

God I missed A1. Re-loving them. Serious.

I really want to see 17 Again, again. I think we're going to see it tomorrow, and it'll be awesome.

The past few days have been good, especially because I've been having doubts. These days I just feel like I have no motivation to do anything, to go anywhere. I don't know why.

I'm kind of worried that I'm actually turning into an alcoholic. Oh dear.

My money problem is only worsening! Why am I suddenly such a spendthrift? I used to be so good... I can only pray for April 20th to hurry up, so I get my next loan installment... I refuse to use my credit card.

I had a good day out with Amber in central regardless, and later I did enjoy seeing Jeremy, Michael Reid and Louis again. After the pub, Jeremy and I went and got Ed & Janet from Watford - surprisingly they managed to get from Edinburgh down to Watford, hitch-hiking, in less than 24 hours! Impressive.

I'm kinda excited for my birthday.

My foot is itchy but also numb. This is a strange sensation.

I texted Louis in a sad mood at City on Friday, and he tried to talk to me on msn last night, but I was out so I said I'd call him. Then I didn't sleep for 24 hours so I thought I'd call him during midday-ish, but he didn't pick up. I finally got to speak to Louis about 5 hours ago, and we had a really, really nice chat. For an hour. We didn't run out of things to say to/tell each other, and I didn't even have to divulge in my love life (or lack of), we talked about everything else. And he helped raise my self-esteem again, after Friday night. I miss him. Bless that boy.

I keep having strange dreams, where I just feel absolutely gutted when I wake up because it was so.. nice. No, not sex dreams. I miss Tom cuddles, like when I felt like my kidneys were going to explode in the queue for City two weeks ago, and he just hugged me until I felt better. But I can't have one until Camilla goes back to Manchester because whenever she's round, he becomes a recluse.

No he is not the one my previous entries refer to.

I can still picture Jeremy Parker pulling out an acoustic guitar out of nowhere and singing "I'm Yours" to me. Hot damn, I wish! Ha. Katherine and I also found a really fit guy who was also in Tom's play when we went to see it. Why is Edinburgh full of hotties, and why are most of them out of reach?!

I was doing so well. I woke up naturally at 2:30pm yesterday, and got knackered from going out to The Big Cheese but I seem to have just mooched around until.. well.. now really. So much for fixing my sleeping pattern. Shiiiit.

Plans on a weekend bender have not gone accordingly so far, considering I still remember everything from Friday til now. Maybe I will get sufficiently trashed tonight at Lava/Ignite. I hope so. I really would like to forget everything and get GAZEBOED. Such as impending deadlines and flat-hunting and finding a way to gain 2 extra marks so I don't have to retake in August and other such important crap.

I think I am overtired. May go od on paracetamol, I'm feeling slightly funky and I'm not even the slightest bit drunk.

Jodie owes me £42.50. If I ask her to pay me back in alcohol I could get ridiculously annihilated. Hahah that would be so suicidal. I think I may be verging on alcoholism. It's all I seem to do these days. Poo.

Been skankin out on my j's lol slightly depressing. I seem to have embraced LDN town more in Edbur than I did back.. in LDN town. Serious. Speaking of skankin out, there's a tune that's played in clubs and whatnot and I CAN'T FIND IT. It doesn't even have words so I can't type in lyrics. I can hum the bassline, that's about it. Fucking hell.

I'm still nocturnal. It still hasn't been fixed, even though I've trieddddd. Christ.

So maybe I washed it. Now I seem to collected about 34895734897 other items of clothing oops. A jumper, a beanie, a waterproof track jacket, a checked shirt, and a blanket. I'm not a stalker! I just asked people generally for something to keep warm for the walk home and it just happens he offers. I think he will eventually want all of this back. He can come get it cuz he'd be having a laugh if I'm going to trek to Fraser Court carrying a huge bagful of clothes.

His shirt smells...... good. I can't describe it any other way. I'm such a fucking creep, what the hell.

I think he still likes his ex. Sigh.

I have to wake up in 5 hours but I'm still not ready to go to bed.

We really need to get our flat-hunting shit sorted.

I am a cooking genius, I've made several amazing things purely by accident. Most of them involve chicken... But it was good shit. Speaking of food, I'm hungry again.

I'm running out of money in a ridiculous way, I don't know how I manage to be so... careless with my money. I think it's all the alcohol. Shit.


( More confessions, out of boredom. )

I am awake before dark, which is surprising.

That claims man just called again but I ignored it because like fuck am I spending £70 to get to and from London just to see some stupid medical person to pretend I hurt myself in that stupid crash what the fuck. I blame Ross because he got us into this. Wank.

I've decided to wash it, for the better. He probably wouldn't have. Ever. So I guess I'm doing him a favour.

I have a Linguistics assignment due in 6 hours' time but I've only done half of question 1 and given up. I guess ONE day late couldn't hurt that much. 5 marks psht.

I am currently wearing his jumper. Does that make me creepy? I hope not. It's probably creepy to be noting that it smells like him, and I like it. I can't decide whether to wash it for him before giving it back since I'm going to do washing soon anyway, or to keep it smelling like him. What.

I've just been constantly hungry. And sleeping. I think I have ME and that disease where you don't know when you're full. Or, I'm just a fat, lazy fuck ahahaha.

My sleeping pattern is fucked as hell, I think I've completely transitioned into nocturnal now. Yesterday I went to bed at 10am and woke up at 9pm, and the night before I went to bed at 12:30 midday, though that was more because we were up drinking til around 9am and was still drunk even in the taxi home.

The snow outside has settled finally but it still doesn't seem like very much. I'm sure it'll have melted by 9am. So, in 2 and a half hours' time. Jesus christ why am I still awake?

I can't decide again, which is terribly cryptic. 2009 is full of cryptic. I keep making spelling mistakes and I'm taking that as a sign I should probably go to bed. However I can't be arsed to move.

In other news, the university has admitted wrong because I are right and cancelled my £50 late fine. Yes that was intentionally bad grammar. Not going to lectures ever hasn't melted my brain. Yet.

I've rediscovered shitloads of oldskool music that I miss.

Am still currently ignoring the claims man.

Rami recently texted me just to see how I was. I'd deleted his number so I replied asking who it was. Now I'm terrified because he was like "have been past your house a couple of times". I don't want to go home... I think the reason I came to Edinburgh was BECAUSE it was so far from home. I think I was trying to escape.. Not just Rami, but just my life in general. Make a fresh start. Escape my life. Why am I such a spastic? I mean there was nothing wrong with my life. Maybe I was just... I don't know. I'm pathetic.

I drink too much, though I don't think it counts as alcoholism until AFTER you graduate university. I think.

Valentine's day is going to be bollocks.

Thumbman is my fucking hero. This is Thumbman. I love him, he is my new best friend.

First entry of 2009 and all I want to say is, shut up.

I'd end it there but then I'll have wasted 10 seconds over a cryptic message.

I'm really enjoying being at Edinburgh, though the pressure of a lot of things are getting a bit much. Like finding a place to live next year; I think Katherine, Stephen and I are living together, because Jodie, Alice, Eleanor and Duncan have decided to get a flat together already. I'm not bitter... Only a little. But I can't complain, I do love Katherine and Stephen. I think I'd rather live with Katherine and Jonny. On the way home from uni today, Katherine and I were visualising living with all the boys singularly, and figured living with Jonny would be the best option.
1. Living with Scott: Emma would be around all the time and that would be a little awkward.
2. Living with Tom: It would be great except when Camilla comes up from Manc because she's a total psychobitch.
3. Living with Andy:... Was not even an option, urgh!
4. Living with Ed: That was probably the second best option because he is clean and hygienic.
5. Living with Jamie: There would be constant rape-age on the highest level.
6. Living with Iain: Actually that wouldn't be too bad because he's so adorable. But I can't imagine him being particularly clean haha.
7. Living with Irish Stephen: Well he's a little quiet. I mean I probably could live with him but I don't think Katherine has spoken but two words to him.
8. Living with Jonny: Us three would just be passed out in the living room from boozing. Every night. We wouldn't ever go out, just sit in our flat and drink until we got liver cancer.
So yeah, we figured Jonny would have been the best option. Except we're living with Stephen Garbutt (Gaybutt!) but I don't mind because he's lovely and gay and d'awww. :) Except if he keeps on Linguistics next year as well then I'll have no escape! I'll have to go to every 10 o'clock lecture OH GOD.

Speaking of lectures, I should probably say that I don't go to lectures much anymore. I didn't even go to one of my seminars today oops. But next week, I'm making the resolution to go to EVERY lecture. Though I did do the same for this week, and look how that turned out... 3 lectures out of 9. Heheh oops.

And with the new semester comes loads of assignments to do again. Fuck's sake. I don't even know what I'm supposed to be writing about in ANY of them. I've only been to one Ancient History lecture this semester, how do I write an essay on Rome?! And I'm clueless about Linguistics because I can't get my head around it. English is alright though, I'm liking the work about accents. When I've told people, some of them just look incredulously at me as if I'm a complete spaz for enjoying it, but, you know, hush your gums. I think studies on accents is really interesting. Oh god I am a loser.

University thinks I owe them £50 for some stupid reason or other but I'm too lazy to sort it out.

That stupid claims man keeps calling me and trying to make me come back to fucking London for some medical where I have to pretend I have backaches because of my crash in August. I wish I could just tell him to fuck off but I signed a contract and I have no idea if I've signed my soul away or what. I guess it is no claim no fee but I canNOT be arsed to trek down to LDN just to pretend I have a constant dull pain.

I think I like him, and I think I've liked him for a while but I just didn't want to admit it to myself until he told me he broke up with his girlfriend. But only because she's going travelling for two months. I don't know if they're getting back together after either, because he doesn't even know. He was a bit vague on that. The problem seems to be that I'm friends with his girlfriend - not close, but enough to feel slightly guilty about even liking him. I could have made my move on Wednesday night because we were both utterly drunk but I chickened out. Is it wrong that I've been trying to persuade him to go to a party tomorrow night so maybe something could happen? Oh god am I a bitch? I am a bitch. Oh god.

In other news my sleeping pattern has fucked up royally and I'm basically nocturnal now. Well I'm trying to fix it but I keep falling back into my old ways. Oh dear.

Wadey and Miranda are coming up to visit me in Edinburgh basically for sure and I'm really excited about it. Amber is hopefully coming up as well at some point. I really want my friends here to meet them, because no one from home has come up to visit me yet! And obvs because they're well cool duh.

Urgh this ended up a lot longer than I expected. Sorry!

I love you, Miranda. ♥

It has certainly been a while... And knowing me, this will probably be the last post for the year. Because I'm so lazy. Really. Also I don't have as much time and I'm really not on the computer as often anymore. Surprising.

Anyway the point is, a lot has happened since halloween. I know I didn't technically update before, but you saw the pictures, you got the message. As I was saying, a lot has happened, as in I've been illegalling downloading music, like the good little stereotype I am, and I have also pulled an almost proper all-nighter doing an Ancient History essay, which I started the night before it was due. As in, it was due at 4pm on Monday 1st December and I started it at 9pm on Sunday 30th November. I did manage to get it done, even if it is a load of balls - I'll be damned if I'm not proud of it it, I didn't sleep until 8am! Talk about disorientating, going to bed when it's light and you're not even remotely drunk. Then I got up at around midday again to finish it off. It was hard-going. I've also handed in two assignments, one for Linguistics which I did alright in [passed with 42], and one for English Language which I did considerably better in [a safe 64].

Yesterday I did my Linguistics exam which was okay, except I only had 2 hours of sleep because I'm an idiot, and today I did my English Language, which was absolutely shit. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail semester one. Still have my Ancient History exam on Wednesday, which I KNOW I will suck at, and then I go home! I'm looking forward to home.

I'm also looking forward to Christmas! I've bought presents and all and I'm bare excited. We're doing secret santa amongst the girls as well, and we're giving the stuff tomorrow, eeeeee! We've also put up some awesome decorations in our flat, and I've got some shitty star lights from PoundStretcher in my room but fuck yeah they look cool! Love it.

A few weeks ago I got absolutely trashed, that was terrible. But it was funny nonetheless. Well, what I can remember of it and what people tell me. Oh Fraser Court, why do I get so mash up when I'm there?

I don't really remember much else that seems important. Except today, after a long, long absence, Katherine and I saw The Most Beautiful Boy again and followed him... well, only for like 5 seconds, he walked too fast and we were too cold and also couldn't be bothered. It was fun times. I am not a stalker.

( Well, why not have some more pictures? )

And that, as they say, is that.

The review of my year!

Take the first line from the first entry of each month, and you'll have you year in review!

JANUARY; So yesterday we went to Leon's to celebrate his 18th.

FEBRUARY; nothing

MARCH; nothing

APRIL; nothing

MAY; Since everyone's starting to use their ljs again, I thought I'd update a little too.

JUNE; I PASSED I PASSED I PASSED EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

JULY; nothing

AUGUST; I don't usually care for celebrity gossip but the fact that Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling are back together makes me happy.

SEPTEMBER; The past week has been much less terrifying than I figured it would be.

OCTOBER; So Fresher's Ball was crap but it doesn't matter, we ended up at Fraser Court (Ed's accommodation, which is like 93248302985 miles away from ours) for the first time and met some of the people living there - regulars who I keep seeing are Tom, Scott, Andy and Jonny.

NOVEMBER; Essentially, I've been slacking off.

DECEMBER; nothing

OVERALL; hahahaha you can tell I neglect LJ a lot. poor LJ.

Essentially, I've been slacking off. I can't be bothered to type shit right now, I'm too knackered and lazy, so just have some pictures instead.

( Welcome to my life )

FIN.

I should really go to bed now. I have to be up by 8:30am. Shit.

Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the definition it gives you.

1.) Your name: Yufan
i. Anyone who is a fast thinker and can think of possibly anything rather quickly, most preferably jokes, etc.
ii. Can also be dumb.

i. "He blows my mind!"
ii. "Wow, I love how your mind works! You must be a Yufan!"

2.) Your age: 18
The day your life officially ends.
I turned 18 and life still sucks, except I have more responsibilities.

3.) One of your friends: Miranda (I actually searched a few names and picked the most lulzworthy.)
school girl by day, stripper by night
god, that is so miranda!

4.) What should you be doing?: Sleeping
To masturbate furiously in your room while praying that your grandma doesn't come in.
i. GET OUT GRANDMA! I was sleeping.
ii. Those were sleeping noises grandma.

5.) Your favourite colour: Blue
The hue of the portion of the visible spectrum lying between green and indigo, evoked in a human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 420 to 490 nanometers.
The sky is blue.

6.) Your birthplace: Taiwan
Not China. China seems to have a high degree of jealousy of Taiwan.
Taiwan is not China!

7.) Last person you talked to: Catriona
A creature that dwells in brothels, wearing tarty little outfits gnawing on green apples. out to lure innocent wannabee doctors, and dressing them up in pointless underwear to be be sold off in tunisia!

but they are wonderful creatures at heart.

ohh man that Catrionas HOT, she can ravish my green apple any day.

8.) Last thing you had to drink: Squash
The entire pubic region that is shaved/trimmed and continuously itchy.
Especially the region between your balls and your asshole.
I shaved my squash with my Dad's Micro-Touch and now it won't stop burning.

9.) Your nickname: Little Legs
person with little or no height
My friend"little legs" Tawn as he is only 5'0 with shoes

lol I love urbandictionary.com

The majority of us are in the living room watching Blood Diamond at the moment but I was falling asleep (not because I don't love it, because I do, it's because I only slept like 2 hours last night) so I went to the toilet and ended up here. I mean what better time to update on my life?

Anyway last night Jodie, Katherine and I went to the Fraser Court "party" in block 6 but we ended up not even going into the flat, we were just standing around in the stairwell with Ed, Jonny, Tom, Andy and sometimes Scott and some other people I can't remember the names of. I had one of my shoes stolen and dropped out the window so I had to sort of hop down outside to get it. I also went to find Jodie because Scott accosted her and had a(n empty) can of Stella dropped on my head. Thanks Tom. At some point the fire alarm went off because some crazy guy who apparently kept hitting his head on the stairs banister going "I'm so racist" until he started bleeding set it off - he got escorted off as well. I don't really know, I was in... Jonny's flat by this time in block 2 - he has a pillar right in the middle of his kitchen, which is a little weird?! - and Jonny made me tortellini and gave me Nutella aw. We ended up staying at the boys' flat (second Friday in a row) and Jodie and I managed to squeeze onto Andy's bed WITH Andy even though it's a single bed. Although it got too hot at times and it was also cold where there was no cover, so it was just on/off sleep and I. am. knackered. We came back today at around 3pm and went to Ikea - got a bit lost at first but we found it eventually. I bought a bin for my bathroom (finally!) and a desklamp that ISN'T retarded. Then Ed, Tom and Andy popped round and we're back to the beginning of this entry.

They have now left which means I can sleep. So this I shall do.

Oh I forgot to mention: we've moved into McDonald Road now, and it's brilliant. Have some pictures.

( Under the cut )

Last night, we ditched the McDonald Road socialising for Fraser Court mash up, but brought some new friends with us... It seems I was TOO mash up, I don't remember a whole lot oops. But apparently I was laughing A LOT all night. Things are SCANDALOUS. I love it. Katherine and I came back to McDonald Road at like 1pm-2pm, all stinky and tired with a mostly finished bottle of tequila that we stole from the minor party in 107 at McDonald Road before we left for Fraser lololol. Then I just showered and went straight to bed.

Tomorrow we're actually making a Sunday roast (we failed last week because we forgot to defrost the chicken), I'm excited! It will be my first roast :D

Speaking of cooking, it's weird, I cook here a lot more than I do at home. Like in the way that Katherine and Jodie still haven't cooked yet, it's just me. I'm not complaining though, I actually don't mind, I enjoy cooking. Maybe I've been going in the wrong direction all along, I should have become a chef. Or not, my cooking's not spectacular...

One last thing before I head to bed - I'm not sure if I've mentioned before and frankly I don't care if I have because it's worth saying again - there is the most beautiful boy I've ever seen in my Linguistics lecture. Seriously. And I keep seeing him EVERYWHERE. There doesn't seem to be even just one weekday where I haven't seen him. He's like Ilan but in a good way hahahaha.

So Fresher's Ball was crap but it doesn't matter, we ended up at Fraser Court (Ed's accommodation, which is like 93248302985 miles away from ours) for the first time and met some of the people living there - regulars who I keep seeing are Tom, Scott, Andy and Jonny. I don't know why there are no girls. Ed kept lying about the distance there, which was irritating because I was wearing heels, but it's not that bad I suppose. We've made the journey way too many times in the past couple of days, and we don't even know why. They have.. board games. That's about it.

Lectures have started and they've all been alright, and tutorials too - Linguistics is good but English Language, that tutor woman is a witch, swear down. Seriously there was going to be some beef between her and a Glaswegian girl, over pronounciation and accents oh god. I keep half-falling asleep in lectures because I'm so tired all the time from staying up all night oops sleep deprivation!

We're supposed to be going to a party right now in the McDonald Road common room but we're not ready and we haven't even started drinking yet. We will. In due course.