A nice long entry for those who can be bothered!
Ok,
so it has been ages since I posted, and ages again since I posted something good. I know, I know, it's just not good enough but I have been having a pretty hectic time recently so you will just have to forgive me. In the time since I last posted I have had revision for exams, exams, a brief holiday in London, returned to Scotland (St Andrews for the slow ones among us), got my results and begun worrying about where I am gonna live next year. Strangely though I feel that I shouldn't leave it there (as I have done in previous posts) also there are about 40 mins till the OC so I shall write more. Yes I know it is a terrible show to be attached to, as I often say it is like Dawson's Creek without all the hard words! but I just love it so there, plus Adam Broady playing Seth... not such a bad thing!
Neway, exam revision was bad. In the way that I did very little and so I got major guilt (I think I may have been a Catholic in a past life, I get guilt about everything!). So I wouldn't work and then I would feel so guilty that I wouldn't go out, so I would get more stressed and not work some more. Big evil cycle of doom. Then by the time I got to the day before my exam I would be in such a state that I would live in my room for a day and revise. In total I think I left the flat about 7 times in 3 weeks. Literally.
Exam rundown: psychology was Ok but I kept feeling like I had to say it went really badly as everyone else did. I hate modesty, it is so annoying. I'll get over it! Then social anthropology was a bitch. I am terrible at remembering names so my essays (three on different topics) were kinda crap. Also I practically copied out one of my coursework pieces for the last essay. I was so exhausted (I was up at 5am panicking about my lack of revision - see above) that I couldn't be bothered to care. After that exam, me and Sarah (flat mate) walked into town (led astray by my terrible sense of direction and unwillingness to walk up and down stairs) and had a pizza in pizza express... much fun was had be all). Oh yes, around that time my dad called me to tell me my grandmother had had a stroke, - see later for specific rant. So about a week later I had my English exam which I think went ok as I wrote about the two subjects I wanted to.
After that final exam I was invited out by my drinking mates (fast becoming my best mates) and accepted, but once I got home I seemed to lose steam and all I wanted to do was sleep. Luckily, after having cancelled by text, I got some energy back and went up to the girl's flat around 9. Cheap white wine is the drink of the devil. Within 3 glasses I was mildly sloshed so it was time to go out. Vaguely remember having a conversation about how loud or quiet all the girls were when having sex and how many of them had heard each other with various partners. I think the cab driver was a little freaked. So we were out and we went to a bunch of places I had never been before, The Vic, Broons and the Lizard on North Street. Down, down, down into the pit of drunkenness which is fun until you start having conversations about all the dead people in India and exchanging my phone number with a guy who worked in the youth hostel in St Andrews (I know, youth hostel in St Andrews, what the fuck!). He was coming down to London and asked if I could show him around. So glad he didn't call, I had him as "Mike - hang up" in my phone book!
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I kinda left to go to the pub and watch Ireland beat Italy at rugby, then with the drinking… so it has been four days since the first half of this post!
Ok, from where I left off. I had the MOTHER of all hangovers after my wonderful night of drinking. It was so bad. I had to wake up at 9am, pack and get to my train for 11.20. In the end I managed it by doing something and then going to bed for 15 mins. Eating whilst lying down on the sofa seems to be the only way to do it when the world is spinning. Neway, I got to the train and managed to end up sitting with 2 other students most of the way down to London. Journey is a bit foggy, but I remember suddenly realising that it was Zandra’s birthday in under a week.
London was fun. I spent the first week pretty much sleeping and watching TV (no change there then) except for Thursday when I went to THE BLACK SHEEP BAR! God I love that place. I went with Fi but we ended up getting there at about 10.30 as we stopped off in the roundshaw (very dodgy place spoken about in hushed tones by most of my family) estate to see and pick up one of Fi’s friends who managed to remember me even though I had no clue who he was - until I saw the picture of him in a pink dress in his room (he’s not gay, he’s just very brave). Sheep was good even though neither Fi nor I drank much. I saw Laura and Alan (shout out to Bryony). I also think that I am kinda closer to some of Fi’s friends as Pete saved me from yet another lecherous old man (and I mean old… think 40), Pete is now wonderful in my book. Had fun on a tram back to Wimbledon the next day…. Blah blah not much for a few days except leaving my bag at my auntie’s and so being without my phone for a day. Next I met up with Vicky in Richmond and went to a couple of pubs. After that we went back to hers for a while before going out with a few of her friends. James is getting a little odd. No one knows quite what to make of him. Edward is taller and apparently he has a girlfriend (good on him). Georgie is like the kid you fancied when you were his age, which is a truly disturbing thing as I have seen that boy grow up! Sue has a new boyfriend called Jean-Pierre (yes he is French) and according to Vicky he is all right. Vicky’s artwork is coming on in leaps and bounds and I can really imagine her selling her work in a few years. Also she is casting a play that she has written and will direct at Richmond College. Good for her. So we went out with her friends Fin and James. Fin seems really nice and I am warming to James (seems only fair as he seems to be one of her best friends). Fin was in a bit of trouble with her girlfriend (will they/ won’t they stay together. Hope they do, as they sound really sweet together). I was supposed to be introduced to one of Vicky’s friends - Speller- who apparently has exactly the same sense of humour as me, but he was late and so I didn’t get to meet him. There was only this really awkward phone call forced on us by my little audience. On that night I was offered both pot and cocaine by James (Vicky did both) but I declined both. As Fin paraphrased in the words of Eddie Izzard, you don’t need drugs; you’d probably just start trying to sell us insurance. Kinda funny in the car on the way home though as mum said she thought I smelled like a Chinese take away - wonder where she goes for Chinese?! The next day I went into Putney to see Lutie who seems to be having a good gap year so far. Her and Lili are coming up to their 1-year anniversary on the 26th of Feb. which is just the cutest. Shame they can’t be together though as Lutie will be in America. We ended up in pizza hut again and then went to a coffee bar to chat but I had to leave as I had a facial booked that afternoon. Mmmm…. Pampering. Joy.
Now back to the grandmother rant. Ok so like I said my grandmother has had a stroke, but I think it has hit my mum kinda hard as she can’t just drop everything and go there. For one we are spending shit loads of money with me and Zandra in Uni and also mum has to look after dad. If they did go it would have to be in a hotel which would be ages away from the family, so the travel would take up most of the day. Zandra then goes and makes it worse by complaining that she hasn’t been on a family holiday for ages (never mind that she spent most of last year abroad) and that she wants a sun tan (which you can’t even get in Malaysia as it is too humid). So that’s a bit of a bitch as mum wants to go out there before the end of the year.
Back too the nicer Scotland front with simple things like exam results and an absence of anywhere to live next year. The train ride up was ok as I was sitting close to Leo who lives in Herkless as well as other interesting characters. We only figured out how to get our exam grades two days later which was fun. I got 14.5 13.7 and 13.5 for Psychology, social anthropology and English respectively. They are actually quite good grades as they are out of 20 and even though the pass mark is 5, that actually equals 50%. So then with the celebrating in the pub with the rugby and drinks.
Lectures have been ok so far and I am gonna try to read all the stuff I have to - even though that is a novel a week for English, not to mention the other subjects. Social anth has been about jokes and play, which is really funny when it comes from a guy who never moves the top half of his face. We were all asked to come up with jokes and by far the one that got the most laughs was “What is worse than a caterpillar in your apple?…
…. rape”. I think we are all very very sick. Psychology has moved on to more interesting social psychology, but we still see more Freud in Soc Anth than we do in Psychology.
The latest crack is the wonderful world of renting. No one told us last semester that we really should start looking for a place to live, so as a result we are shit scared that we may be homeless next year. Especially as we are looking for a flat for five or six people (depending on Dave contributing rent, he practically lives with us anyway so why not). Today we pulled our collective thumbs out and looked at a place above a chip shop. As you can imagine it all smelled a little funky, but thankfully whilst we were away Dave had been on the internet and had found possibly the only letting agency in St Andrews that hadn’t already let out all its properties. I love Dave.
So here I sit, in my bedroom (which I appreciate much more now I have seen more of what is out there) writing far too much.
Shit, I just looked at what I have written…. Fucking sorry, guess I just had a lot on my mind!
Ok, I’ll go now. Until next time.
XX Zara
P.S. I have given up chocolate for lent. It sucks. There has never been this much chocolate around me. Even my flat mates agree that there is one hell of a lot more chocolate around the flat than there usually is. Fuck them. Fuck them all. Wish me luck!
so it has been ages since I posted, and ages again since I posted something good. I know, I know, it's just not good enough but I have been having a pretty hectic time recently so you will just have to forgive me. In the time since I last posted I have had revision for exams, exams, a brief holiday in London, returned to Scotland (St Andrews for the slow ones among us), got my results and begun worrying about where I am gonna live next year. Strangely though I feel that I shouldn't leave it there (as I have done in previous posts) also there are about 40 mins till the OC so I shall write more. Yes I know it is a terrible show to be attached to, as I often say it is like Dawson's Creek without all the hard words! but I just love it so there, plus Adam Broady playing Seth... not such a bad thing!
Neway, exam revision was bad. In the way that I did very little and so I got major guilt (I think I may have been a Catholic in a past life, I get guilt about everything!). So I wouldn't work and then I would feel so guilty that I wouldn't go out, so I would get more stressed and not work some more. Big evil cycle of doom. Then by the time I got to the day before my exam I would be in such a state that I would live in my room for a day and revise. In total I think I left the flat about 7 times in 3 weeks. Literally.
Exam rundown: psychology was Ok but I kept feeling like I had to say it went really badly as everyone else did. I hate modesty, it is so annoying. I'll get over it! Then social anthropology was a bitch. I am terrible at remembering names so my essays (three on different topics) were kinda crap. Also I practically copied out one of my coursework pieces for the last essay. I was so exhausted (I was up at 5am panicking about my lack of revision - see above) that I couldn't be bothered to care. After that exam, me and Sarah (flat mate) walked into town (led astray by my terrible sense of direction and unwillingness to walk up and down stairs) and had a pizza in pizza express... much fun was had be all). Oh yes, around that time my dad called me to tell me my grandmother had had a stroke, - see later for specific rant. So about a week later I had my English exam which I think went ok as I wrote about the two subjects I wanted to.
After that final exam I was invited out by my drinking mates (fast becoming my best mates) and accepted, but once I got home I seemed to lose steam and all I wanted to do was sleep. Luckily, after having cancelled by text, I got some energy back and went up to the girl's flat around 9. Cheap white wine is the drink of the devil. Within 3 glasses I was mildly sloshed so it was time to go out. Vaguely remember having a conversation about how loud or quiet all the girls were when having sex and how many of them had heard each other with various partners. I think the cab driver was a little freaked. So we were out and we went to a bunch of places I had never been before, The Vic, Broons and the Lizard on North Street. Down, down, down into the pit of drunkenness which is fun until you start having conversations about all the dead people in India and exchanging my phone number with a guy who worked in the youth hostel in St Andrews (I know, youth hostel in St Andrews, what the fuck!). He was coming down to London and asked if I could show him around. So glad he didn't call, I had him as "Mike - hang up" in my phone book!
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I kinda left to go to the pub and watch Ireland beat Italy at rugby, then with the drinking… so it has been four days since the first half of this post!
Ok, from where I left off. I had the MOTHER of all hangovers after my wonderful night of drinking. It was so bad. I had to wake up at 9am, pack and get to my train for 11.20. In the end I managed it by doing something and then going to bed for 15 mins. Eating whilst lying down on the sofa seems to be the only way to do it when the world is spinning. Neway, I got to the train and managed to end up sitting with 2 other students most of the way down to London. Journey is a bit foggy, but I remember suddenly realising that it was Zandra’s birthday in under a week.
London was fun. I spent the first week pretty much sleeping and watching TV (no change there then) except for Thursday when I went to THE BLACK SHEEP BAR! God I love that place. I went with Fi but we ended up getting there at about 10.30 as we stopped off in the roundshaw (very dodgy place spoken about in hushed tones by most of my family) estate to see and pick up one of Fi’s friends who managed to remember me even though I had no clue who he was - until I saw the picture of him in a pink dress in his room (he’s not gay, he’s just very brave). Sheep was good even though neither Fi nor I drank much. I saw Laura and Alan (shout out to Bryony). I also think that I am kinda closer to some of Fi’s friends as Pete saved me from yet another lecherous old man (and I mean old… think 40), Pete is now wonderful in my book. Had fun on a tram back to Wimbledon the next day…. Blah blah not much for a few days except leaving my bag at my auntie’s and so being without my phone for a day. Next I met up with Vicky in Richmond and went to a couple of pubs. After that we went back to hers for a while before going out with a few of her friends. James is getting a little odd. No one knows quite what to make of him. Edward is taller and apparently he has a girlfriend (good on him). Georgie is like the kid you fancied when you were his age, which is a truly disturbing thing as I have seen that boy grow up! Sue has a new boyfriend called Jean-Pierre (yes he is French) and according to Vicky he is all right. Vicky’s artwork is coming on in leaps and bounds and I can really imagine her selling her work in a few years. Also she is casting a play that she has written and will direct at Richmond College. Good for her. So we went out with her friends Fin and James. Fin seems really nice and I am warming to James (seems only fair as he seems to be one of her best friends). Fin was in a bit of trouble with her girlfriend (will they/ won’t they stay together. Hope they do, as they sound really sweet together). I was supposed to be introduced to one of Vicky’s friends - Speller- who apparently has exactly the same sense of humour as me, but he was late and so I didn’t get to meet him. There was only this really awkward phone call forced on us by my little audience. On that night I was offered both pot and cocaine by James (Vicky did both) but I declined both. As Fin paraphrased in the words of Eddie Izzard, you don’t need drugs; you’d probably just start trying to sell us insurance. Kinda funny in the car on the way home though as mum said she thought I smelled like a Chinese take away - wonder where she goes for Chinese?! The next day I went into Putney to see Lutie who seems to be having a good gap year so far. Her and Lili are coming up to their 1-year anniversary on the 26th of Feb. which is just the cutest. Shame they can’t be together though as Lutie will be in America. We ended up in pizza hut again and then went to a coffee bar to chat but I had to leave as I had a facial booked that afternoon. Mmmm…. Pampering. Joy.
Now back to the grandmother rant. Ok so like I said my grandmother has had a stroke, but I think it has hit my mum kinda hard as she can’t just drop everything and go there. For one we are spending shit loads of money with me and Zandra in Uni and also mum has to look after dad. If they did go it would have to be in a hotel which would be ages away from the family, so the travel would take up most of the day. Zandra then goes and makes it worse by complaining that she hasn’t been on a family holiday for ages (never mind that she spent most of last year abroad) and that she wants a sun tan (which you can’t even get in Malaysia as it is too humid). So that’s a bit of a bitch as mum wants to go out there before the end of the year.
Back too the nicer Scotland front with simple things like exam results and an absence of anywhere to live next year. The train ride up was ok as I was sitting close to Leo who lives in Herkless as well as other interesting characters. We only figured out how to get our exam grades two days later which was fun. I got 14.5 13.7 and 13.5 for Psychology, social anthropology and English respectively. They are actually quite good grades as they are out of 20 and even though the pass mark is 5, that actually equals 50%. So then with the celebrating in the pub with the rugby and drinks.
Lectures have been ok so far and I am gonna try to read all the stuff I have to - even though that is a novel a week for English, not to mention the other subjects. Social anth has been about jokes and play, which is really funny when it comes from a guy who never moves the top half of his face. We were all asked to come up with jokes and by far the one that got the most laughs was “What is worse than a caterpillar in your apple?…
…. rape”. I think we are all very very sick. Psychology has moved on to more interesting social psychology, but we still see more Freud in Soc Anth than we do in Psychology.
The latest crack is the wonderful world of renting. No one told us last semester that we really should start looking for a place to live, so as a result we are shit scared that we may be homeless next year. Especially as we are looking for a flat for five or six people (depending on Dave contributing rent, he practically lives with us anyway so why not). Today we pulled our collective thumbs out and looked at a place above a chip shop. As you can imagine it all smelled a little funky, but thankfully whilst we were away Dave had been on the internet and had found possibly the only letting agency in St Andrews that hadn’t already let out all its properties. I love Dave.
So here I sit, in my bedroom (which I appreciate much more now I have seen more of what is out there) writing far too much.
Shit, I just looked at what I have written…. Fucking sorry, guess I just had a lot on my mind!
Ok, I’ll go now. Until next time.
XX Zara
P.S. I have given up chocolate for lent. It sucks. There has never been this much chocolate around me. Even my flat mates agree that there is one hell of a lot more chocolate around the flat than there usually is. Fuck them. Fuck them all. Wish me luck!