it's over with you and you know it beats drinking alone.
Oh it's shaping up to be a jam-packed week.
Tomorrow I return to Oxford at some ungodly hour. Like 8/9am. Ew. Then I will nap. As a nocturnal being, there is no way I'm going to get more than 3 hours sleep before I have to get up. Then I'll toddle off to the library to do my film work for Wednesday so I can get ABSOLUTELY TWATTED tomorrow night at the PT. Because I Want To. And it'll be Gill's BIRFDAY as of midnight. And I kinda need to get at least so drunk I forget where I live again. All will be explained tomorrow night, but something that I didn't think was a problem is now a rather pressing annoying BURGEONING problem and I need you all to love me tomorrow night. I'll be fine ;] I just need some hugs and to be emo for about 24 hours and LET IT ALL OUT. Better to be a whinging emo than Courtney Love? Although I'm sure I'll probably turn into Courtney after a few drinks, because let's face it, I've been more raving loony than "ohWOEisme" of late. I'm in that kind of angry/upset/hole lyrics mode. And maybe a beautiful young man to fall at my feet and validate!!1 me à la Kurt Cobain [even though I never really got the physical attraction to Kurt]. Or not. Because I'm not THAT shallow =|
Tuesday I will be hungover, if not dead. & my 24 designated hours [well technically 30 as it's just after midnight now] of melancholy / fury / WHINGE will be over. Recovering just in time for Les Testicles, I will be street drinking with many of you BECAUSE I'M CLASSY, but then NO DRINKING AT THE CELLAR. If anybody sees me drinking at Vertigo PLEASE shout TEN AM LECTURE at me. I promise not to hurt you...much ;]
Wednesday = 8:30am RISE to be at 10am lecture [or I could just stay awake?], and then 11-1pm seminar. WHAT BOLLOCKS. Then I will sleep more. IMSoc Battle Of The Bands thing with Greggy &possibly Jen, then LoveBar for Narc. GLAMOURAMA. If any of you lot on my friend's list don't know what Narcissists is [Issy didn't, so I'm guessing quite a few of you don't] it's only the BEST club night in Oxford, on alternate Wednesdays at BabyLove/LoveBar/Whatever they're calling it. Glam / garage rock / good indie / electroclash. It's awesome.
Thursday = Recovery. &The Cellar.
Does anybody fancy the OUMS concert at New on Friday? It includes Shostakovich, which is why I want to go. If none of you fancy it, I'll be a right culture vulture AND GO ALONE. Or drag Greg / Jen along. I'm sure I can culture them.
Today it hit me how much I'm going to miss Oxford, and everybody in it. I didn't cry, dur, but I feel kind of sad-in-advance. I guess all I can really do is make the best of the time I have left here. It's just going to be really hard, moving back to Manchester, when so many of my friends will still be in Oxford. I will have Laura, Bobby &Steph. But Philip is going to Europe. And I'm not used to having a small social circle after being in Oxford where there are so many people that I love hanging out with. I know I know I'm going to a conservatoire and effectively, it'll be like uni all over again with lots of musicians who are probably as dappy as I am, and love the same kind of things automatically, but I have next year to get through - living at home [to viably earn the money to fund my 2nd degree] &being very very bored, doing the 9 to 5. GREAT.
Gurh.
It has just occurred to me that if somebody wants to stalk me all week, I have just made their life a whole lot easier. STALKERS, I SALUTE YOU.
I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO LOTS OF PATRICK WOLF IN BED. BECAUSE THAT WILL MAKE ME FEEL LESS MELANCHOLY!?
RANT RANT RANT. [sorry i'm in a bit of a bad mood]
Tomorrow I return to Oxford at some ungodly hour. Like 8/9am. Ew. Then I will nap. As a nocturnal being, there is no way I'm going to get more than 3 hours sleep before I have to get up. Then I'll toddle off to the library to do my film work for Wednesday so I can get ABSOLUTELY TWATTED tomorrow night at the PT. Because I Want To. And it'll be Gill's BIRFDAY as of midnight. And I kinda need to get at least so drunk I forget where I live again. All will be explained tomorrow night, but something that I didn't think was a problem is now a rather pressing annoying BURGEONING problem and I need you all to love me tomorrow night. I'll be fine ;] I just need some hugs and to be emo for about 24 hours and LET IT ALL OUT. Better to be a whinging emo than Courtney Love? Although I'm sure I'll probably turn into Courtney after a few drinks, because let's face it, I've been more raving loony than "ohWOEisme" of late. I'm in that kind of angry/upset/hole lyrics mode. And maybe a beautiful young man to fall at my feet and validate!!1 me à la Kurt Cobain [even though I never really got the physical attraction to Kurt]. Or not. Because I'm not THAT shallow =|
Tuesday I will be hungover, if not dead. & my 24 designated hours [well technically 30 as it's just after midnight now] of melancholy / fury / WHINGE will be over. Recovering just in time for Les Testicles, I will be street drinking with many of you BECAUSE I'M CLASSY, but then NO DRINKING AT THE CELLAR. If anybody sees me drinking at Vertigo PLEASE shout TEN AM LECTURE at me. I promise not to hurt you...much ;]
Wednesday = 8:30am RISE to be at 10am lecture [or I could just stay awake?], and then 11-1pm seminar. WHAT BOLLOCKS. Then I will sleep more. IMSoc Battle Of The Bands thing with Greggy &possibly Jen, then LoveBar for Narc. GLAMOURAMA. If any of you lot on my friend's list don't know what Narcissists is [Issy didn't, so I'm guessing quite a few of you don't] it's only the BEST club night in Oxford, on alternate Wednesdays at BabyLove/LoveBar/Whatever they're calling it. Glam / garage rock / good indie / electroclash. It's awesome.
Thursday = Recovery. &The Cellar.
Does anybody fancy the OUMS concert at New on Friday? It includes Shostakovich, which is why I want to go. If none of you fancy it, I'll be a right culture vulture AND GO ALONE. Or drag Greg / Jen along. I'm sure I can culture them.
Today it hit me how much I'm going to miss Oxford, and everybody in it. I didn't cry, dur, but I feel kind of sad-in-advance. I guess all I can really do is make the best of the time I have left here. It's just going to be really hard, moving back to Manchester, when so many of my friends will still be in Oxford. I will have Laura, Bobby &Steph. But Philip is going to Europe. And I'm not used to having a small social circle after being in Oxford where there are so many people that I love hanging out with. I know I know I'm going to a conservatoire and effectively, it'll be like uni all over again with lots of musicians who are probably as dappy as I am, and love the same kind of things automatically, but I have next year to get through - living at home [to viably earn the money to fund my 2nd degree] &being very very bored, doing the 9 to 5. GREAT.
Gurh.
It has just occurred to me that if somebody wants to stalk me all week, I have just made their life a whole lot easier. STALKERS, I SALUTE YOU.
I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO LOTS OF PATRICK WOLF IN BED. BECAUSE THAT WILL MAKE ME FEEL LESS MELANCHOLY!?
RANT RANT RANT. [sorry i'm in a bit of a bad mood]