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Must stop getting over excited about things that'll probably never materialise. In a vain attempt at conscientiousness, I've just sent off for a ton of information from those lovely people at TEFL, to peruse with the intention of actually having some sort of post-graduate direction. Well, or so says my respectable face. I'm actually thinking along, "Don't panic, there are still options should the whole degree thing not work out!" lines, but shhh. The prospect of a large part of my time revolving around something I enjoy and have even been told I'm good at is looking far, far too tantalising when I've got essays I don't have the first idea about researching.
In other news, I have officially murdered my body clock. Waking up today at the sort of hour that would make even the most hardcore Kevin the Teenager type raise their eyebrows is living proof that I need to stop putting it through this punishing party routine. I'm going to Hell, for sure. But I've spent the last few days being utterly irresponsible and Jaysus, it's been so much fun! I'd been moaning, even if inwardly, about how little I've been livin' it up this year compared to last, and so I think the last extended weekend gave me exactly the right dose of being young and not caring again. All this recent panicking about deadlines has made for a terribly dull lady, I've realised.
So, for some reason or another I found myself at Jilly's Raawkworld on both Thursday and Friday. I seem to be frequenting the place an awful lot considering I always claim it isn't exactly my scene, but there we go. Thursday had originally intended to be a couple of drinks and a catch up with Simon, but of course it was never going to end with kicking out time and the last bus. There are no last buses on the Manchester student strip (smarm smarm), but you know what I mean. We'd briefly toyed with the idea heading for Canal Street in pursuit of Simon's dream man, but after the realisation that the majority of boys in t'Village are both crap and a bit straight, we made for faithful old Jilly's instead. Thursdays at Rockworld is indie night, which invariably involves tucked-away Room 4 churning out the usual range of sub-5th Avenue type Top 40 bollocks. However, this time the DJ had almost managed to develop an imagination. Not only were there a whole two Le Tigre songs, but there was Modest Mouse and Arcade Fire and even some Helen Love, though naturally this was played right at the beginning to an empty dancefloor. What a waste. There could well have been yet more fantasticness that I never knew about, for Simon then dragged me off to the main room to do my ironic moshing to God knows what, clad as I was in all my '40s clobber. Haha.
Friday I subsequently felt even more woozy than today, but managed to sufficiently rejuvenate myself with the help of Irn-Bru. It works, y'know! Jilly's fun was then had once more, spending a small amount of time in the hilariously cheesy old skool room with Kay and Ryan, a mystifyingly large amount of time in the emo room avec Kate and Charley, and a too short spell in my favourite campy electro room with a lot of very effeminate boys. Plenty of great conversations were had throughout the night, many but not all involving cats with unusually shaped heads, why FISCHERSPOONER ARE FUCKING AMAZING! (started by one of said friendly effeminate boys), and why Charley really needs a straight wishlist what with me having a quite comprehensive gay one.
Danielli had a much anticipated post payday night out planned, which I sort of jokingly planned to hijack with a slightly illegal squat party one of my old samba friends had given me the heads up about. Much to my surprise, Danielli and a fair few of my other housemates thought it was an excellent idea, so a whole six of us (making it possibly the closest we've ever had to a house night out), with an unwilling-at-first Kay and Ryan in tow, made for some previously abandoned pub in an unknown corner of the Northern Quarter. My gosh, it turned out to be one of those parties I'd always wanted to experience, but had never quite had the appropriate contacts to find out about. We spent many hours cavorting to God knows what, and getting so high from the atmosphere that I completely forgot to drink the majority of the pleasingly pink alcohol I'd brought. I very rarely get properly drunk anymore, I am perfectly capable of dancing like an eejit without, and more to the point it quite often turns me into a fairly horrible person. But anyway, it was an absolutely aces night, more than making up for me not having the money in the end for the Oxford stint. Cheers Katie! Now I am officially on the squat party grapevine I hope there'll be many more to come.
Sunday was spent feeling generally disorientated, not helped much by my camping out in the incense-filled living room to watch 2001 with Ian. My goodness, that film. And that is all I have to say on the matter, for now.
Ooh, ooh! I almost forgot to mention, our building got broken into last night, and it was truly terrifying. Luckily it was the pub downstairs and not us but still, I kept thinking the scary scally behind it would come back for our door and so it took me a good while to stop shaking. I would elaborate, but sadly I have to rush off somewhere in a sec so I'll perhaps leave it for another time. But still, I witnessed my first real crime! [/am hopelessly sheltered]
Finally, just because it's about time I resolve the matter with Kenny once and for all:
Poll
In other news, I have officially murdered my body clock. Waking up today at the sort of hour that would make even the most hardcore Kevin the Teenager type raise their eyebrows is living proof that I need to stop putting it through this punishing party routine. I'm going to Hell, for sure. But I've spent the last few days being utterly irresponsible and Jaysus, it's been so much fun! I'd been moaning, even if inwardly, about how little I've been livin' it up this year compared to last, and so I think the last extended weekend gave me exactly the right dose of being young and not caring again. All this recent panicking about deadlines has made for a terribly dull lady, I've realised.
So, for some reason or another I found myself at Jilly's Raawkworld on both Thursday and Friday. I seem to be frequenting the place an awful lot considering I always claim it isn't exactly my scene, but there we go. Thursday had originally intended to be a couple of drinks and a catch up with Simon, but of course it was never going to end with kicking out time and the last bus. There are no last buses on the Manchester student strip (smarm smarm), but you know what I mean. We'd briefly toyed with the idea heading for Canal Street in pursuit of Simon's dream man, but after the realisation that the majority of boys in t'Village are both crap and a bit straight, we made for faithful old Jilly's instead. Thursdays at Rockworld is indie night, which invariably involves tucked-away Room 4 churning out the usual range of sub-5th Avenue type Top 40 bollocks. However, this time the DJ had almost managed to develop an imagination. Not only were there a whole two Le Tigre songs, but there was Modest Mouse and Arcade Fire and even some Helen Love, though naturally this was played right at the beginning to an empty dancefloor. What a waste. There could well have been yet more fantasticness that I never knew about, for Simon then dragged me off to the main room to do my ironic moshing to God knows what, clad as I was in all my '40s clobber. Haha.
Friday I subsequently felt even more woozy than today, but managed to sufficiently rejuvenate myself with the help of Irn-Bru. It works, y'know! Jilly's fun was then had once more, spending a small amount of time in the hilariously cheesy old skool room with Kay and Ryan, a mystifyingly large amount of time in the emo room avec Kate and Charley, and a too short spell in my favourite campy electro room with a lot of very effeminate boys. Plenty of great conversations were had throughout the night, many but not all involving cats with unusually shaped heads, why FISCHERSPOONER ARE FUCKING AMAZING! (started by one of said friendly effeminate boys), and why Charley really needs a straight wishlist what with me having a quite comprehensive gay one.
Danielli had a much anticipated post payday night out planned, which I sort of jokingly planned to hijack with a slightly illegal squat party one of my old samba friends had given me the heads up about. Much to my surprise, Danielli and a fair few of my other housemates thought it was an excellent idea, so a whole six of us (making it possibly the closest we've ever had to a house night out), with an unwilling-at-first Kay and Ryan in tow, made for some previously abandoned pub in an unknown corner of the Northern Quarter. My gosh, it turned out to be one of those parties I'd always wanted to experience, but had never quite had the appropriate contacts to find out about. We spent many hours cavorting to God knows what, and getting so high from the atmosphere that I completely forgot to drink the majority of the pleasingly pink alcohol I'd brought. I very rarely get properly drunk anymore, I am perfectly capable of dancing like an eejit without, and more to the point it quite often turns me into a fairly horrible person. But anyway, it was an absolutely aces night, more than making up for me not having the money in the end for the Oxford stint. Cheers Katie! Now I am officially on the squat party grapevine I hope there'll be many more to come.
Sunday was spent feeling generally disorientated, not helped much by my camping out in the incense-filled living room to watch 2001 with Ian. My goodness, that film. And that is all I have to say on the matter, for now.
Ooh, ooh! I almost forgot to mention, our building got broken into last night, and it was truly terrifying. Luckily it was the pub downstairs and not us but still, I kept thinking the scary scally behind it would come back for our door and so it took me a good while to stop shaking. I would elaborate, but sadly I have to rush off somewhere in a sec so I'll perhaps leave it for another time. But still, I witnessed my first real crime! [/am hopelessly sheltered]
Finally, just because it's about time I resolve the matter with Kenny once and for all:
Poll