Lets close our eyes and take our hands off the wheel
Ok soooo. Loads has happened since my last update. Not sure if any of you really will read it, but its probably gonna be a biggy...
So friday:
I registered at uni finally so now im fully matriculated which means yes, im a scummy student.
I also moved into my new room at Pollock (bollocks) Halls. Basically, my room is just on a corridor full of other peoples rooms, and there like 2 showers or something, just off the corridor, that we all share. So yeah, anyway, back to friday. Once id shifted my shit into my room, i decided to celebrate. So i necked a few cider and blacks, and headed down to my friends flat in the city center, armed with a bottle of jeigermeister. Possibly a bad idea from the start. I got there at about 8, started on the jeigermeister, and finshed the bottle about an hour later (with a little help). Half an hour later, i was a demon. I announced i was "going for a sub," and left the flat with nothing but some spare change, my flat key, and my phone. Leaving my jackets, bag, Mp3 player, and dignity behind. For some reason i never went for this said sub, and i ended up back at my accomodation. WTF?!. I dont remember getting a taxi, and i had the same money on me in the morning, but there is NO way i could have walked up. Just no way. When i got there, i was sending out massive daft texts, that noone could understand, and just being a general tit. The student union bar is over the road from my building, so i decided i was okay for another few, and when i got in there is was BOGOF. Huzzah... or not. I kept getting drinks, and just walking off to my room, and drinking them. I also remember at some point, i went outside with my duvet and started talking to some people. Talking, i mean this:
Me:So then, what floor are you on?
Guy:I live opposit you, ive told you about 6 times now.
Massive Lol...or not. So after that. I decided it would be a good idea to take my duvet into the lift, and shout boo at people when the doors opened on different floors. this all went to shit when i fell asleep in the lift. I must have been out for about 15 minutes when someone came and woke me up, so i decided it was time for bed. Bed, and shouting things out of my window, such as "SCUMMY SCUMMY SCOTLAND!" and "YER MAMS YER DAD." This proceeded into my pissing the warden off, and they came and knocked on my door, telling me to open it. I thought someone was fucking about, so i started telling them to piss off, and then they just opened my door, and i was like, "oh bloody bollocks." I got told off, and then went to bed.
I dont think im gonna make friends with anyone in Lee building now. Nope nope.
Moving on to Saturday:
I woke up with the shittiest hangover ever, and went to get my breakfast. After some muslie, and shitty texts later, i was in a fucking right mood. So i decided to go and pick up my stuff from my friends flat. I got there and basically everyone was dead. sO i did the washing up, and at about 4 o'clock people started to emerge. Scummy student bastards. We went into town, and i got a new shirt to go to the student ball with, and i also hooked myself up with a 3 litre bottle of strongbow, and some black current juice. for the road. Details about saturday are blurry. I was hungover, and in a foul mood, so i dont think they would be good anyway. so basically, after twn and stuff, i came online for a bit, chatted, and went back to my room, got a shower, snazzed up, and headed out. The ball was at this venue called the teviot? maybe, something like that. everyone was in like suits and shit, and i was in jeans and a shirt. I loved it. I didnt love how many people were there, and the fact we had to que for over an hour. But i found out there was a makeshift casino set up in the building, so i went and played some shitty 5 card, no swap poker. But i was having a laugh. Like around the table were these 3 guys from Pollock Halls, but not the same building as me. So it was a laugh, i think i played poker for about 4 hours, all good. The i went upstairs to the ball room, and did some dancing, coz by this time i was pissed on the free drinks we got playing poker. They were playing like some scottish jog or something like that, but there was a big crowd of us who just didnt have a clue what we were doing, the way it should be. After some more supid texts, we moved onto my friens flat, as the crowd at the ball died out, and we felt like tits. Back a the flat, i drank some more cider and black, talked about sage francis with some guy from boston, and then passed out.
Sunday:
Woke up confused as to where i was. kitchen was a tip, so i tidied it for my friends. and then went home. And literally, spent all day in bed reading. With some other activity, but nothing oo exciting. I dont think ive eaten in about 2 days. gah. i keep missing the fucking "dinner times".
So yeah, other than all that, ive been missing like EVERYONE in leeds. My loan should be in the bank today, but its a bank holiday up here, and my natwest card doesnt work still. which is gay. But all this means is im back in leeds from friday evening, so star yes? People like tom and kate should contact me on myspace and let me know if they are up for it.
Anyway, im off to venture round Edinburgh, looking for ghost tours or something. Might even nip to the seaside today. I wish i had a camera, and my pc.
I MISS YOU ALL!!!
So friday:
I registered at uni finally so now im fully matriculated which means yes, im a scummy student.
I also moved into my new room at Pollock (bollocks) Halls. Basically, my room is just on a corridor full of other peoples rooms, and there like 2 showers or something, just off the corridor, that we all share. So yeah, anyway, back to friday. Once id shifted my shit into my room, i decided to celebrate. So i necked a few cider and blacks, and headed down to my friends flat in the city center, armed with a bottle of jeigermeister. Possibly a bad idea from the start. I got there at about 8, started on the jeigermeister, and finshed the bottle about an hour later (with a little help). Half an hour later, i was a demon. I announced i was "going for a sub," and left the flat with nothing but some spare change, my flat key, and my phone. Leaving my jackets, bag, Mp3 player, and dignity behind. For some reason i never went for this said sub, and i ended up back at my accomodation. WTF?!. I dont remember getting a taxi, and i had the same money on me in the morning, but there is NO way i could have walked up. Just no way. When i got there, i was sending out massive daft texts, that noone could understand, and just being a general tit. The student union bar is over the road from my building, so i decided i was okay for another few, and when i got in there is was BOGOF. Huzzah... or not. I kept getting drinks, and just walking off to my room, and drinking them. I also remember at some point, i went outside with my duvet and started talking to some people. Talking, i mean this:
Me:So then, what floor are you on?
Guy:I live opposit you, ive told you about 6 times now.
Massive Lol...or not. So after that. I decided it would be a good idea to take my duvet into the lift, and shout boo at people when the doors opened on different floors. this all went to shit when i fell asleep in the lift. I must have been out for about 15 minutes when someone came and woke me up, so i decided it was time for bed. Bed, and shouting things out of my window, such as "SCUMMY SCUMMY SCOTLAND!" and "YER MAMS YER DAD." This proceeded into my pissing the warden off, and they came and knocked on my door, telling me to open it. I thought someone was fucking about, so i started telling them to piss off, and then they just opened my door, and i was like, "oh bloody bollocks." I got told off, and then went to bed.
I dont think im gonna make friends with anyone in Lee building now. Nope nope.
Moving on to Saturday:
I woke up with the shittiest hangover ever, and went to get my breakfast. After some muslie, and shitty texts later, i was in a fucking right mood. So i decided to go and pick up my stuff from my friends flat. I got there and basically everyone was dead. sO i did the washing up, and at about 4 o'clock people started to emerge. Scummy student bastards. We went into town, and i got a new shirt to go to the student ball with, and i also hooked myself up with a 3 litre bottle of strongbow, and some black current juice. for the road. Details about saturday are blurry. I was hungover, and in a foul mood, so i dont think they would be good anyway. so basically, after twn and stuff, i came online for a bit, chatted, and went back to my room, got a shower, snazzed up, and headed out. The ball was at this venue called the teviot? maybe, something like that. everyone was in like suits and shit, and i was in jeans and a shirt. I loved it. I didnt love how many people were there, and the fact we had to que for over an hour. But i found out there was a makeshift casino set up in the building, so i went and played some shitty 5 card, no swap poker. But i was having a laugh. Like around the table were these 3 guys from Pollock Halls, but not the same building as me. So it was a laugh, i think i played poker for about 4 hours, all good. The i went upstairs to the ball room, and did some dancing, coz by this time i was pissed on the free drinks we got playing poker. They were playing like some scottish jog or something like that, but there was a big crowd of us who just didnt have a clue what we were doing, the way it should be. After some more supid texts, we moved onto my friens flat, as the crowd at the ball died out, and we felt like tits. Back a the flat, i drank some more cider and black, talked about sage francis with some guy from boston, and then passed out.
Sunday:
Woke up confused as to where i was. kitchen was a tip, so i tidied it for my friends. and then went home. And literally, spent all day in bed reading. With some other activity, but nothing oo exciting. I dont think ive eaten in about 2 days. gah. i keep missing the fucking "dinner times".
So yeah, other than all that, ive been missing like EVERYONE in leeds. My loan should be in the bank today, but its a bank holiday up here, and my natwest card doesnt work still. which is gay. But all this means is im back in leeds from friday evening, so star yes? People like tom and kate should contact me on myspace and let me know if they are up for it.
Anyway, im off to venture round Edinburgh, looking for ghost tours or something. Might even nip to the seaside today. I wish i had a camera, and my pc.
I MISS YOU ALL!!!