current location: in the kitchen of 105. fuck living on campus.
current mood: feeling a little loopy
current song: the dresden dolls - truce
Holding our ears up
To these empty shells
And putting our hopes
Into hearing the sea.
Cradled in my hand
These harlequin answers
You swallow with water
To delay disease.
I have been up since half 4. It's two days til my first of two exams. I have done no revision. We get through an eight every two days. The new house is too full of interesting people and interesting things to do. It's made me realise that even once i've got my degree (*if all goes to plan, fingers crossed etc*) i dont care about having some amazing job. I'm gonna do uni to learn, not just the stuff off my course but about life and experience stuff, and then i'm going to find a job in a shop for during the day and a job in the pub for evenings and it's going to be awesome.
Last week we had a fight, i left and went to campus on my own in an attempt to find the may day/rachel's birthday pagan soc. party. I did not find it. I did however arrive at the pub with no money and then found myself at the home in the garden having just carried a 'liberal democrats winning here' sign and a long post and a green council bin.
We've been living together for three months and it's still bitching!!! :)
Chapelfields tonight. Gonna go for a burn, chill with the other spinner and hopefully not get started on by chavs who rile me up so much that i pick up an empty bottle and then have t wrestle some tonk 16year old boy to get it back before he belted me with it. makes for an amusing memory though.
Lasted about 10 hours (6 or which i was asleep) after we decided to give up alcohol for a week. Knowing i cant have it makes me want it so much more. Than again, isn't it always the way?!?! However, giving up chemicals has been going really well. I barely even think about them. Just ganj and shrooms, ganj and shrooms.
My beautiful new baby hamster, M-J (short for guess what!!!) is the tits. She climbs all over her cage and just chucks herself off stuff. She's fucking awesome. And she likes sitting in my pocket which (i'm sure i'm alone in feeling) is really cool.
It is now 6:38 . I have been listening to radio 4 for about an hour now and i've heard a debate about the conditions and wellbeing of chicken on farms, listening to their intellectual and pseudo-amusing remarks on politics (bless the beeb for trying to be humerous. lol), heard an interview with a welsh farmer (i did not sit in the kitchen on my own repeating words out loud in an attempt to be able to do a good welsh accent by the time my housemates and the hotty in my room wake up.
Getting evicted is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I now live in a huge room with an ensuite that i share with my baby, there's jim downstairs, becka, nicky and helen (whose boyf practically lives here) and me and sy on the middle floor, pat and panda (who practically lives here too) and paul on the top floor. we all toke. we have sofas in our garden. we have certain foliage being grown in our attic, we have our own non-laun-fucking-drette washing machine...it's the sickest thing in the world.
i think i'm a little hysterical. Lack of sleep perhaps.
He interrupted a dream where i was trying to steal this tin of chopped tomatoes that, for some reason, was about 5 times the size of me.