Long time no speak! How frustrating for all my avid readers =/ 'lol'! Well, it's been a week or so since my last post, and to be fair - ALOT has happened, but a little too much to fit into one blog post. Or at least too much that I can't be arsed to write it all down!
So let's go with the low down. We started uni again, and the stress levels have already began to rise! Bad times all round! But have been getting assignments back from last semester, and I don't seem to be failing epically, so I guess that's something! I did my first open day as well...with my next one this weekend. Which was definitely fun (Y) - and I have a claim to fame, my name published in the LSJ Newsletter *mini-wave and celebration to me*. Of course I am aware that it's hardly national press - but every little helps eh?
Generally it's been a wicked start to the semester, the girls from my flat are all spending more time together - resulting in messy nights out in Scream and Engine Shed and wherever else we stumble into. We're even spending ridiculous amounts of time just watching film after film in the kitchen, and having a bloody good laugh at the same time! So every thing's pretty much sparkly and clean over this way, people getting on, and if they're not - just getting on with it. And whilst on the topic of the flat, I must thank my flatmate - who shall not be named - for being experimental with certain substances. Even though it resulted in a 4.30am bedtime for me this morning (and a 9am lecture also) You provided great amusement, and I'm also thankful that in your smacked up state you gave me permission to film you with my video camera..."That's a keeper" ;]
I've touched on the subject of getting drunk, so now, attention must be paid to the failed, but epic, journalism night out last Saturday (30/1)
So, we planned it, and a grand total of 3 of us actually went out together, but met with others in Eshed so it was OK =] We started at my flat, with some of my trusty piss-head flatmates, and delved into drinking games at around 8.30pm. Now, I'm not one to judge, but looking at this objectively, I doubt it was a good idea. Ring of Fire - which is IMMENSE, yet deadly, pretty much fucked everyone up for the evening. And then a few rounds of 'Ride the Bus' (Thanks Deffers) finished the rest off! My toilet seat was on the bathroom floor, Matt's phone was in the toilet, another person was taking rude pictures, and the other was having a nervous breakdown in the corner of the hallway. Nonetheless, we made it to Eshed, after the five minute walk talking around 20! Danced the night away, drank more, and eventually lost each other - but had an epically awesome night.
This is pointless, but I'm going to blog it anyway, because I can =]
I'm starting a new venture to increase the chance of actually having long hair sometime in the future. Taking a leaf out of trusty flatmate, Sophie Morris's book, I've began the regime of pinning up my hair - so it looks like I have a bob-type thing) in order to encourage healthy hair growth. By not blow drying or straightening it, hopefully it will grow quicker. And I can have pretty long hair, rather than hair that doesn't quite know what length it is. The only downside is, it's already pissing me off, I started yesterday (1/2) so I have a benchmark, and I really need to persevere. Give it a good few months, ready for summer! And I should have the results I want =D
Now, this is possibly the most random part of my blog - but until I have a real topic that I can really get into, you're stuck with this type of shit ^^. So, apologies, but here goes the next random bollocks - but you'll still read it, because now you're intrigued =]
Photo: Paparuchas (2008)
Talking to my very, very dear friend the other day - Louise Housley, and we got onto some random topics about hobbies and stuff, and - as I kind of write poems when I'm stressed/upset/bored/fucked off etc - she suggested that I post them on here...now - not expecting a reaction. But I want to say I've done it! So I've picked one of the less personal/mentally disturbing ones, for publication....here goes:
Tranquility. Or am I still here?
People are talking, smiling, crying. I hear nothing.
The wind whistles past my ears, in a feeble attempt.
An attempt to bring me back down, down to reality.
Down to what I know, down to what is true.
The world spinning beneath my feet, uncontrollably.
Unstoppable.
Connect the stars into something I remember. Failure.
Trapped here in this limbo. I feel nothing.
Every day, and every night. Unhealthy tears drain from my tired eyes.
Like acid, causing pain wherever they land. Igniting my skin.
I so much miss how I used to feel. True, weightless happiness.
Memories causing smiles, instead of cries.
Will that distant feeling ever return? The one of positivity?
Can a shattered heart learn to trust again?
Slow motion dancers, and soundless singers. I see nothing.
This dementia, this insomnia. This perfect Hell.
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