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So far I fucking love it here. Had to bring macbook to the 'laptop clinc' to get connected, now everything seems sort.ted. Great.
Friday was one of the worst days of travel I have ever experienced. Mostly through my own doing unfortunately, overdid it abit on the Thursday and then had to be at the airport for 8.30am for a disgustingly hungover trek of a journey. Mother was carrying the laptop for me, helping me out with my millions of bags but when it set the alarm off in the x-ray and security took a swab to it I thought I couldn't cope any longer. I was convinced that I'd spilt drugs all over it and mum was gonna witness her little daughter been sent off not to university but to jail. Needless to say the laptop was clean but I had developed a chronic case of the shakes that stayed with me for the rest of the day and culmulated in me having to stop the Bristol airport bus so I could boke. It was grim.
Arrived at the accomodation and although its right beside a big buliding site there are lots of positives as well, like its right in the centre of town and its right beside bus tops and my room has the most amazing view, you'd think that you're in the countryside. I also have an angular room, which I like, and a nice bathroom. My flat is actually really cool.
So far I have three other housemates, all 21 and over who are also very cool. They met me at my absolute worst trailing in the door yesterday afternoon after walking back from the drunkest night of my life (R) on Saturday. We all then went out for drinks, or in my case water because I was been harshly punished for Saturday's shenangians. Although if you went through what I went through on Saturday you too would have been in dire need of all those drinks!
Mum left me Saturday afternoon after buying me everything I need to keep me going for a week or two and taking me out to dinner a couple of times because she probably thought it'll be the last dinners I eat until Christmas and when she left I called Fiona (my one and only friend in Bristol at that time) to get directions to her house. She gave them to me no problem, get off at the Sainsbury's on Whiteladies Rd...I marked it down on my 'A to Z' and set off for the bus. One of the Unite people downstairs pointed out where I had to go to catch the bus but I am almost certain they lied, there must have been one closer by. I had to walk like three miles round the buliding site but I got there evenutally. There was a friendly looking girl sitting at the stop already so I asked her what bus I needed to get "oh the 54" said she "I'm going to Sainsbury's too". Great I thought and sat behind her so I could just follow her off the bus. I started to suspect something wasn't quite right when I was still sitting on that bus 40minutes later. Clifton was supposedly only 30 minutes aways, and that was in heavy traffic. I was travelling early evening. The bus was swinging in and out of surburbia and then the countryside. I decided to have faith, she was probably just doing a circuit, we would be back on Whiteladies soon, besides my Sainsbury's 'friend' was sitting there right in front of me. She looked unpaniced.
50minutes in,the mental map of how to get to Fiona's house had by now been totally scrambled in my brain, we where miles off the 'A toZ' but the girl was getting up in a rundown council estate area. EH? I could see no Sainsbury's here, besides this was hardly the classiest part of Bristol in which Fiona had her house. I was so confused. I asked the bus driver which direction was Sainsbury's and his mouth fell open "we passed Sainsbury's hours ago" eeek! "When will you be going back there?" I asked slightly fearing for my life if I was to get off at this scary area of dodge. He told me that if I stayed on the bus I would be waiting at least another hour before I was back there but he'd see if he could get me transfered onto a more direct bus.
Eventually we reached our destination, a huge out-of-town retail park not unlike Sprucefield or Junction one. The lovely bus driver must of took pity on me "it's my first day in Bristol, I don't know anything" and asked another busdriver to let me on for free and let me know when we reached Sainsbury's. By the time I got to Sainsbury's I had been riding buses for the good part of 90minutes when it really should have only been 15!
Straight to the off licence, stiff drink was most certainly needed. The terror wasn't over yet however. Fiona's street was long and pitch black. Characters of dodge passed me, I wanted my daddy or at least a friend. It was geniunely terrifying. But I surrived. I reached Fiona's! Alive! Drinks were poured, happy coincidences were unveiled such as apparently my mother is responsible for Fiona's twin housemates after introducing their parents and we used to play together as tiddliewinks and they know my cousin and they went on BEI in the year I went on BEI. So yes, goodtimes in Bristol. We all went out with a couple more of their friends to a grrl music night in the Hachett, a bit what F*Rock assipers to be I'd say. I met Matthew, the club promoter I had met on my last visit, I can just tell he's gonna be one of those faces that is absolutely everywhere I go. Aghhhhhhhh. The music was good and the rounds started rolling in and without me knowing it I was more wrote than I'd ever been in my life and started hitting on the chaletlike dj really really badly. Crinnnnnge. I almost let it slip that I'd been stalking her on Myspace, hehe. Having said that she did get all excited when I started yelling "Kelly Clarkson" at her !! :D
The night ended abruptly, I did get two Elastica and a Clarkson so I was happy enough. Back to Fiona's. Commence me lying on their bathroom floor pretending everything was OK when really I wanted to die I felt so sick. Stumbled into living room and passed out in full clothes and makeup. The next morning was a site to behold, even my arms and legs felt sick. At least I wasn't the only one:-)
Decided to try and get my bearings by walking home from Fi's. It worked even though it took the guts of an hour. It was a lovely walk. As I said, I love Bristol.
I had just about recovered by this morning, which was a relief because I ended up standing in that enrollment que for no less than two hours. And then I was told they had lost my fucking forms and that I had to come back on Thursday! Made some friends though, who I'll be joinging for the art school welcome drinks tonight:)
Gotta take it easy tonight, start my couse at 9.30 tomorrow. I'll the wee orienation carry-on. Have to look presentatable, approachable, have to look fucking good. So yes, Bristol, its fun.
So far I fucking love it here. Had to bring macbook to the 'laptop clinc' to get connected, now everything seems sort.ted. Great.
Friday was one of the worst days of travel I have ever experienced. Mostly through my own doing unfortunately, overdid it abit on the Thursday and then had to be at the airport for 8.30am for a disgustingly hungover trek of a journey. Mother was carrying the laptop for me, helping me out with my millions of bags but when it set the alarm off in the x-ray and security took a swab to it I thought I couldn't cope any longer. I was convinced that I'd spilt drugs all over it and mum was gonna witness her little daughter been sent off not to university but to jail. Needless to say the laptop was clean but I had developed a chronic case of the shakes that stayed with me for the rest of the day and culmulated in me having to stop the Bristol airport bus so I could boke. It was grim.
Arrived at the accomodation and although its right beside a big buliding site there are lots of positives as well, like its right in the centre of town and its right beside bus tops and my room has the most amazing view, you'd think that you're in the countryside. I also have an angular room, which I like, and a nice bathroom. My flat is actually really cool.
So far I have three other housemates, all 21 and over who are also very cool. They met me at my absolute worst trailing in the door yesterday afternoon after walking back from the drunkest night of my life (R) on Saturday. We all then went out for drinks, or in my case water because I was been harshly punished for Saturday's shenangians. Although if you went through what I went through on Saturday you too would have been in dire need of all those drinks!
Mum left me Saturday afternoon after buying me everything I need to keep me going for a week or two and taking me out to dinner a couple of times because she probably thought it'll be the last dinners I eat until Christmas and when she left I called Fiona (my one and only friend in Bristol at that time) to get directions to her house. She gave them to me no problem, get off at the Sainsbury's on Whiteladies Rd...I marked it down on my 'A to Z' and set off for the bus. One of the Unite people downstairs pointed out where I had to go to catch the bus but I am almost certain they lied, there must have been one closer by. I had to walk like three miles round the buliding site but I got there evenutally. There was a friendly looking girl sitting at the stop already so I asked her what bus I needed to get "oh the 54" said she "I'm going to Sainsbury's too". Great I thought and sat behind her so I could just follow her off the bus. I started to suspect something wasn't quite right when I was still sitting on that bus 40minutes later. Clifton was supposedly only 30 minutes aways, and that was in heavy traffic. I was travelling early evening. The bus was swinging in and out of surburbia and then the countryside. I decided to have faith, she was probably just doing a circuit, we would be back on Whiteladies soon, besides my Sainsbury's 'friend' was sitting there right in front of me. She looked unpaniced.
50minutes in,the mental map of how to get to Fiona's house had by now been totally scrambled in my brain, we where miles off the 'A toZ' but the girl was getting up in a rundown council estate area. EH? I could see no Sainsbury's here, besides this was hardly the classiest part of Bristol in which Fiona had her house. I was so confused. I asked the bus driver which direction was Sainsbury's and his mouth fell open "we passed Sainsbury's hours ago" eeek! "When will you be going back there?" I asked slightly fearing for my life if I was to get off at this scary area of dodge. He told me that if I stayed on the bus I would be waiting at least another hour before I was back there but he'd see if he could get me transfered onto a more direct bus.
Eventually we reached our destination, a huge out-of-town retail park not unlike Sprucefield or Junction one. The lovely bus driver must of took pity on me "it's my first day in Bristol, I don't know anything" and asked another busdriver to let me on for free and let me know when we reached Sainsbury's. By the time I got to Sainsbury's I had been riding buses for the good part of 90minutes when it really should have only been 15!
Straight to the off licence, stiff drink was most certainly needed. The terror wasn't over yet however. Fiona's street was long and pitch black. Characters of dodge passed me, I wanted my daddy or at least a friend. It was geniunely terrifying. But I surrived. I reached Fiona's! Alive! Drinks were poured, happy coincidences were unveiled such as apparently my mother is responsible for Fiona's twin housemates after introducing their parents and we used to play together as tiddliewinks and they know my cousin and they went on BEI in the year I went on BEI. So yes, goodtimes in Bristol. We all went out with a couple more of their friends to a grrl music night in the Hachett, a bit what F*Rock assipers to be I'd say. I met Matthew, the club promoter I had met on my last visit, I can just tell he's gonna be one of those faces that is absolutely everywhere I go. Aghhhhhhhh. The music was good and the rounds started rolling in and without me knowing it I was more wrote than I'd ever been in my life and started hitting on the chaletlike dj really really badly. Crinnnnnge. I almost let it slip that I'd been stalking her on Myspace, hehe. Having said that she did get all excited when I started yelling "Kelly Clarkson" at her !! :D
The night ended abruptly, I did get two Elastica and a Clarkson so I was happy enough. Back to Fiona's. Commence me lying on their bathroom floor pretending everything was OK when really I wanted to die I felt so sick. Stumbled into living room and passed out in full clothes and makeup. The next morning was a site to behold, even my arms and legs felt sick. At least I wasn't the only one:-)
Decided to try and get my bearings by walking home from Fi's. It worked even though it took the guts of an hour. It was a lovely walk. As I said, I love Bristol.
I had just about recovered by this morning, which was a relief because I ended up standing in that enrollment que for no less than two hours. And then I was told they had lost my fucking forms and that I had to come back on Thursday! Made some friends though, who I'll be joinging for the art school welcome drinks tonight:)
Gotta take it easy tonight, start my couse at 9.30 tomorrow. I'll the wee orienation carry-on. Have to look presentatable, approachable, have to look fucking good. So yes, Bristol, its fun.