Apologies for last the last shitty blog. Dope, it turns out, makes shit writing seem awesome at the time. I'd take it down, but it disturbs Hugo beyond all belief, so I'm keeping it to mess with his head.

Haha.

So yeah! What's been going on in my life?

My week basically boils down into this:

Monday: 9am Jim. Nadia, Chris and I are boycotting this lecture on te grounds that no person should be exposed to that level of boredom that early in the day. Chris counted how many times 9am Jim said um. 88 times in 8 mintues. That's 11 ums a minute.

That's fucked up.

Then at three, Chris and I have some other philosophy class of which the name escapes me. Normally, there is either reading I have not done for it, or an essay is due that I haven't done. So more often that not, I do not look forward to it.

Tuesday, I have a day off. Mum tells me these days are for studying and self reflection. Bollocks to that, I say. For sleeping, innit?

Which does, of course, mean that I can go get wasted at the pub quiz monday night! Yay! Go team So's Your Mum!

Tuesday is for sleeping, as discussed.

Wednesday, I have Logic at 9am with Kath. This isn't so bad. Kath is interesting, and I'm probably more awake and less bored ecuase of all the sleep I got on tuesday.

Thursday, I have creative writing. This is a good class. We sit, and we write on a theme that Sean suggests. I'm sure he just makes it up as he goes along.

Then! And then! Its stoodent night at the 'neer. I love the 'neer. It fills me with a happy glow. Of drunkeness. :D

Cheap booze, lovely mates, good times.

Hurrah!

This weekend was good fun. Hamish and George came round. Hadn't seen either of 'em in tiiiiiime. We got all drugged up, and had a sweet laugh, eating all the food my mum had in the house. Sunday, Hugo came round, and 'Mish him and I went over to my flat. And got even more drugged up.

Then we went to the 'neer.

Honestly? Not one of the greatest ideas. None of my uni mates had ever really seen me wrecked before, so I was on my best behaviour, and was trying to keep Hamish in check. As much as I love the little fucker, sometimes, he can just be a tinsy bit overbearing.

I think I worry too much, 'cos everyone told me afterwards what a sound bloke he was. I never really understand how that always happens with him, but I'm glad it does. :)

I'm currently writing this from home. Mum facebooked me that there was a famiy emergency. I instantly panicked. I thought my dad, who's out in Afghanistan at the moment, had been killed or something. Fortunatley, it wasn't so severe.

Hugo's had a bit of an emotional breakdown. Just like I did when I was at college. I tell ya, that place is no good for either of us. We never should've gone.

Anyways, I'm gonna be cheering him up for the next few days. Yay!

Inabit my lovelies x