Nuggets Everywhere feat. Mr Touchy Feelalot, Toxic Fumes and Groin Strain

Well, it's been a few days - and what an eventful few days they have been! And who am I to hold back a little bit of gossip ;)

So, we'll start our tale on Thursday night...What was going to be a quiet night in, after we were all exhausted with stupid O'Clock bedtimes! And in all fairness, we were in bed by around 1am. Then, who should walk through the fucking door but Sean and his friend 'Elliott'...Shitfaced. Myself, Sarah and Sophie were NOT happy bunnies. We left it for a good 15 minutes before I heard Sarah (from the room next door) shouting for him to "Shut the fuck up!". At this point, me and Sophie emerged, along with Sarah, to find what can only be described as a drunken monstrosity wandering around our corridor in Primark-looking boxers and an un-buttoned shirt. Well...this had disaster written ALL over it!

Don't get me wrong, it was amusing for around 10 minutes...until he became very friendly with his 'little friend'. In front of us! SERIOUSLY! Both hands, down his boxers...There's drunk, then there's plain old masturbation! Eurgh! So we all run to the other side of the hallway, screaming and laughing, avoiding tears! This goes on for a further half an hour, because Sean kindly leaves us alone with him whilst going to talk to some mates. By the time he arrives back, we are sat on the floor, yelling at Elliott to 'LEAVE THE PHONE ALONE!' and, 'PUT THAT MILK BACK! IT ISN'T YOURS!'. By this time, Elliott is 'semi-aroused', and we also make a timely, yet horrifying discovery, his lovely boxers have...'stains' on the back - I don't need to lower the tone and describe what I mean! Double-eurgh! Eventually we get him to go to bed, and that ended out night...unfortunately causing me to sleep in Friday morning, and resulting in having half an hour to get ready and to Uni for the open day..Bad times!

So, Friday's open day - goes very well. Just sit around and chat to Journalism applicants, all us first years understand, as it wasn't even a year ago that we were doing that! The day finishes at about 5, off to Spar for some booze and on to the flat to get ready for 'Girls Night Out' =]

We hit Scream at about 11, packed out for 'Cheese Night' - Double vodka Redbulls at £2, and Sambuca for £1.50! Get in there my Son! *said in cockney accent*. We get absolutely SMASHED! And one of our group, who cannot be named for embarrassment reasons...pulls =] which is all well and good. I won't go into much detail, as this isn't fair. But we went to sleep at 7am...Thanks Paul ;] As the story unfolded in the wee hours of Saturday morning, Sophie's up-chuck reflex was pushed past it's limit, as the McDonald's Chicken McNuggets ended up in her toilet! Let's just be glad she made it to the toilet! Cleaning up meaty sick is one of a vegetarians' top 10 fears!

We spent our Saturday in the flat, then the Quayside watching the Leeds match, and as we had a bit of the old 'hair of the dog', decided to hit the town again =] We made our way to Scream at around half 11 - DEAD! So we go with the ever faithful, Walkabout - It never let's us down! Fairly uneventful night out, just getting drunk and dancing...It was this evening that the final drama of the weekend took place...

I wake up at about 4 this afternoon - not even hungover sleep, pure being knackered sleep! And for most of the evening, we chill in Sophie's room, watching movies and so on. Until...The other Sophie (from my flat) decides she wants tea .. Vegetarian Cottage Pie to be precise. Now, we all make mistakes with cooking instructions - but this was a genuine fuck-up on the company's part. It clearly stated on the packaging to 'Remove outer packaging (the cardboard), remove film and place on the middle shelf for [however long]'. Well, 15 minutes into the cooking process, I'm making my way back over to the flat, only to have the door opened for me, and be greeted by a wall of toxic smoke - caused by melted/burned plastic! Every one's out in the corridor coughing and laughing and being generally confused, then we realise that the smoke detectors may go off, in which case our two adjoining blocks may be evacuated. And in this case, we may become the most hated people in Brayford Quay until someone else causes a fire drill. Luckily there's some form of switchboard in the security office, which, although prevents an automatic alarm, causes the security guard to run up, in our case, 7 flights of stairs - as the lifts disable themselves. Sorry John =/

Luckily , although he was very out of breath, concerned, and after we explained, pissed off, there was no need for an evacuation - Good times!

So there you have it, a generally generalised round-up of what is possibly the most eventful weekend since beginning Uni =] And now, as I'm about to sign off, the anticipation of tomorrow begins, the start of semester. Back to reality, back to bunking off lectures and back to 4am essays!

In a bit =]

x

6am and Scaffolding...What Random Lives We Lead!

And as I lay in bed, in the ungodly hours of this morning, I couldn't help but wonder - Why does uni always FUCK UP your sleeping pattern? Now, don't get me wrong, providing I have fuck all to do that day, by all means bring on the ridiculous bedtime. But I really don't think I've had a decent nights sleep since I moved here last September...a decent days sleep however ;)



But in the same token, where would we be without being nocturnal? If we [students] slept like normal human beings, we'd have no random drunken conversation, no noise disturbance letters from our accommodation offices, no deep thinking sessions where you create the most amazing things ever (extreme musical chairs!). We'd just stop having fun! And what is the point of university without these nocturnal antics? Well...apart from that degree thingy we keep writing essays for, nothing.


The more I think about it the more I realise that students really are a whole different species of being - we don't speak normally, we don't eat normally, we don't drink normally (at least within the definition of normal by the NHS), we don't sleep normally, we don't even look normal - and the best part? We don't give a FUCK. It's our right, as we dig ourselves deeper and deeper into debt from loans and overdrafts - We are allowed to do what we want =] within reason, hell - even theft is almost legal for us! *Shopping trolley anyone?*

And onto my next topic - I'm an extremely happy bunny today, I got my new piercing =] And for £20 aswell! Scaffolding (or industrial) is the two piercings in the top of your ear, with one long bar joining them... See above for those who don't know =]

So, I've had several types of piercing, and this was my first cartilidge one...I am not ashamed to say that I, well, I did not scream ... but say 'ouch' very loudly and groan a little .. yes. At the end of the day a lady was shoving a needle from one side of my ear to the other. 2 holes in one go! I handled it well - and as always, thinking about what I want next =]

Of course, the only downside now - I will be sleeping on my right side for the forseeable future - and pinning back my hair until I stop flinching at the thought of brushing my hair behind my ear and catching the bar... I'm sure I'll survive.

Also, have an open day tomorrow - must finalise the Facebook presentation and get an early night. Be in uni by 8.30am?? Wow - they are thinking wishfully! But hopefully, the 'sleep aid' next to me will help with this =] So, I shall sign off, the flatmates are filling latex gloves with water...this can only mean comedy! So I'm off to go cause some havoc on the streets below my flat...toodles xx

When I grow up, I want to be....

A recent conversation has sparked the inspiration for this post...when I grow up...what the hell am I going to be?

Ok, so journalism - The possibilities are endless! But four months in, and nothings really jumping out at me...Apart from the practical - TV and Radio. I still have a thirst for media full stop, to become an editor, or a producer...or even a screenwriter! Who knows. But I love writing WAY too much!

From my adolescence I've said that I would write a book. Something real, something true. Something maybe SO true that it worries people, or becomes disturbed...Less of the metaphors that people live their lives through - and more hard, raw, in your face, graphical truth. God knows, I've been there and done that! I want to write something that will give hope to another person, to make them feel that someone, somewhere understands what they're going through. Whether it be bullying (*Spits*), boys, bitching or the transition into new societies within secondary school and beyond.

There just comes the slight issue of...getting noticed. As if it isn't enough that I am completely SHIT SCARED to even contemplate handing my stuff over to a publisher, the odds are I'd get turned away for one reason or another anyway! But I try to be more positive than this...I've had too many downfalls - along with my successes however - to let more things stand in the way of what I want. I've got all my ideas - but not the words just yet...

Also, now comes the research - everything's already been done, it's the personal twang you put in your own work that makes it worth noticing - Or will I be labelled as looking for sympathy? Boo-hoo for me, I've gone through all this shit and now I'm complaining? Or would people actually get it, and appreciate it's raw truth. Could I handle people knowing the raw truth? This is something I don't know the answer to, but one day, I will.

So if any of you guys know any way to combat this problem, please speak up =] it will be greatly appreciated! Until then, it shall be simply my head, and my Microsoft Word documents, that gain access to these semi-manuscripts.

Today the town, tomorrow the world eh?

Semester B - Paraletic and Piercings

As a person that does love piercings and tattoos, I will always fight the corner that they're not 'common' - but an expression of individuality. As my collection of body modifications grows, I take it upon myself to be present when flatmates get their body piercings virginity taken =] And yesterday, I took Kate (yes the Kate with the stories from before).

So we go for some retail therapy in Lincoln city, and to my all time favourite shop (when I have money!) Blue Banana! Who also do tattoos and piercings, Kate's dying to get it done, so we book her in - and I take her for a big, fat, carb-loaded MacDonalds, as she won't be eating for several days! And we meet Sophie and Laura, and go =]

What feels like an hour later, the bar is in. And the speech impediment begins! It's ok though, the swelling should be gone by tomorrow. We are getting amusment by giving her 's' words to say, and tongue twisters. She is however going through the 're-birth', learning how to swallow and eat again! Next time, nose stud =] for me, not poor Kate <3

And in proper fashion, the drunken times have started in full force at Brayford Quay! Last night, with a surprise visit from my best friends from home, and a classic sleepover! Waking up at 3pm today with a slight headache, and a full bottle of Strongbow left - I know i'm back where I belong! Three more nights out planned, and several flat parties to crash - Going to be an epic year. Until the 25th when uni starts again!

The age of online shopping is upon us too! After I sign off from here, I'll be heading over to tesco.com, or maybe Asda...I'd rather pay a delivery fee than leave the flat, unless to go downstairs for various reasons!

It must be logged, I bought the most gorgeous boots yesterday! And bag! I love them so much!

Now, off to re-arrange my room, and take my matress back from my friends room. And start looking for a job! Bad times!

Check back =] x

Ian Watkins Infatuation...

As if I couldn't fall any deeper in love with the lyrical genius that is Ian Watkins of the Lostprophets - I just fell some more! The Betrayed, I can't stop listening to it! My iPod is going to be attached to my ears for the forseeable future! Lostprophets = Musical genius's!

The voice! I can't quite figure out what about his voice that I adore...It's just different, and his tone and pronounciation! 'OMG'! I could quite happily live the rest of my life and only listen to this group! =] Obvious shout outs to lead guitar, Lee Gaze, Bass, Stuart Richardson, Rhythm Guitar, Mike Lewis, Drums and Percussion Ilan Rubin until last year, and now Luke Johnson...Rather ever changing band members! All are awesome musicians though!

How anyone can say these are not talented people? And 'slag' off their work? Ignorance! I've had many a debate with old 'friends' who have complained about the 'aggressive' nature of the music - obviously not taken the time to listen to a full album and take notice of the lyrics! Of course it's not for everyone, this is the point of music, is it not? And the stereotype that comes with it! JESUS CHRIST! We wear what we want! I don't approach Chav's to ask them to wear their hat correctly, or un-tuck their trackies from their socks! Much as I don't complain to 'Goths' or whichever other name you can come up with to change their shoes, as these are too 'platformy and buckle-bound'!

I guess the point of this post is to defend the music I love, and applaud the beautiful album! I can't remember the last time I was THIS excited about buying a new abum! Apart from of course 30 Seconds To Mars's 'This Is War'. Which is going to be EPIC when I see them this February!

Now, the time comes to sign off. Down to the pub to shoot some pool - and blatently end up making a show of myself by trying to be clever, hitting the ball off the table and smashing a bottle of vodka behind the bar - I'm THAT clumsy!

Thanks for reading =] x

For Real.

So, 4th time lucky? The blonde gene in my nature truly comes out with anything remotely out of the ordinary for me. And believe it or not, a blog is new and unusual to me =].

So this is the for real blog - the email, title, username and password have even been written down! This is commitment right here! It's taken me several hours, stresses and cigarettes to realise there's no way in hell I'm getting my latest blog back - thus the re-start. We'll be fine (Y).

Well I guess I better make this first post half decent eh? I would appreciate followers!

Okay, well been back in Lincoln for nearly two days now - It's scary how quickly I've settled back into student life - already - 4am and I'm writing a blog, avoiding sleeping, contemplating what to spend my loan on tomorrow and drinking coca-cola from the bottle =/

It doesn't get any better than this ...

I must log memoirs of last nights antics - legendary, as always with the 'Lincoln Crew'. I discovered a new shot - 'Flatliner' - courtesy of the cute guy behind the bar in walkabout, a feeble excuse to flirt a little - resulted in a freaking fire in my mouth! Sambuca - gorgeous, Tequila - gorgeous, tobasco - meh...Good shot...not for the ones who order the lesser spicy food at the takeaway!

And as a per-usual evening with the girls, far too much money was spent in dear old Ritzy, along with Chicken Cottage drunk food (dixie pidgeon to those who know what the hell they put in their food!) Although obviously, being vegetarian I went without =] And managed a 7.30am bedtime.

All in all a successful night =] However with a few blunders I won't publish on the world wide web for the sake of my dear friend, and drunken menace, Kate =] - the memories are still there for our giggles...and Kate's cringes!

So that's pretty much all I have to say - with any form of substance anyway! Providing I don't lose this login there shall be more posts to follow!

Watch this space xx