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October 25th, 2006
01:08 am - My first day of relaxation and stuffs
It's not that I had no lectures today, because I did. But being so hungover (for the 24th day in a row) I decided to give myself the day off so I could recouperate. Sadly, this is not easy when your head is trying to fire itself out of your arse. (Last night, I had a fancy dress initiation and to cut a long story short, I woke up dead with a bright red forehead, presumably caused by an allergic reaction to my police man's hat).
After I woke up, put some gypamas on and stumbled outside for signs of life, I realised I was quite alone. I thought it might have been one of these dreams where you are the only person left because all the humans are dead but then the porter came running towards me, screaming about burning alive. So I'd slept through a fire drill, which is impressive when you consider that the loudest alarm on the planet is strategically placed above my bed.
Since I have missed virtually all of the meals I have paid for, I made the solid gold effort of fighting through the pain barrier to go for lunch. I opted for this pasta-esque invention and noticing the salad bar was strangely gustapo-free, I stole as much lettuce and cucumber as my plate and surrounding area could hold (FYI: getting vegetables in this place is a notorious struggle, as they have armed lady-robots stationed at every point of the dinner queue to enforce all sorts of redic rules about who can have cucumber and who can have tomato).
Sadly, I had to race out and be sick. Seeing that cucumber nestled at the bottom of the toilet bowl really brought out the philosopher in me.
I spent the rest of the day Facebooking, as I have decided to give up communicating with humans completely. Then I remembered I was supposed to go and see my little sister because we had arranged to go to the ballet. We went to see the Nutcracker, performed by some Russian mentalists. It was a great show but the chairs were so bloody uncomfortable. Thankfully, we were at the front of the top bit so I was able to situate myself on the floor with my head dangling suspiciously between the safety bars. Having never managed to catch the Culkin version of the Nutcracker (and let's face it, I was never going to familiarise myself with it in any other manifestation) I was abit confused at first and at the end, I was like "what le fuck?". But then I twigged. The Russians really like blowing their own trumpets though, they took about fifty million bows before they were dragged off stage kicking and screaming. I was so tired of clapping, especially since my hands were red raw.
I am going to have a lie in and a lovely nice shower before my Noon seminar tommorow and hopefully this will be the start of a long period where I am aware of things like what day it is, my name etc.
Current Location: My room
Current Mood:  tired
Current Music: Gavin Degraw- I Don't Wanna Be
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October 6th, 2006
04:35 pm - Me being crap and rubbish
My lecture started today, and I have to say, I am not sure I am but out for this education palava. It was going great (I got up, got dressed and EVERYTHING)however, I was so tired and hungover in my Sociology lecture that I have NO idea what he or she said. I don't even remember whether the lecturer was a man or a woman. Dear god. I had some cooked breakfast in British Home Stores which I thought might wake me up because breakfast is brain food and all that. But yeah, I got to Anthropology and fell off my chair. Then I fell asleep. On my pen. And got a big blue line on my face. Then I huffed and puffed my way back up Cardiac Hill and died.
Current Location: My room
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: the Libertines- Skag & Bone Man
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September 29th, 2006
12:12 pm - Life in suitcase. And some boxes. And other things.
So, tommorow is The Big Day of me going to go and live somewhere else with clever peoples who know stuff. *Ach*. I am quite literally burning in the bakery of anxiety and fear. On the plus, I am also in the factory of excitement, but these things are not quite equal on the scales of life.
I've begun packing (admittedly a little too late) and so far, it's gone alright. I've tipped all my clothes into a suitcase and shoved some other random stuff in boxes. I have also successfully located an adoption certificate which I hope will suffice to any document-type requirements as I tend to lose paper (and indeed have done).
OMG EVERYONE IS GOING TO HATE ME.
I've been busy putting all of my music on to mp3 CDs so I can transfer them from the Hamster-powered Family computer, to my mysterious-cos-I've-never-really-used-it laptop which has been successfully collecting dust on my bedroom floor for about 2 years.
I need to get a wriggle on with Important Stuffs. But where to start? ACH. God of Packing, hear my cry.
Current Location: Mum & Dad's house
Current Mood:  anxious
Current Music: the Pipettes- Sex
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September 27th, 2006
10:56 pm - Hell. A Tourist's Review.
Not that I am antisocial in anyway, but if you ever saw me in the street I'd be too busy plugged into my iPod to say hello, or even achknowledge your existance. Sorry about that. Since my iPod is my boyfriend, friends and family all rolled into a tiny little box of shininess (or in reality, a first generation 'Pod that is so scratched, I can barely read the screen let alone use the back for a mirror), you can only imagine the sort of pain it would cause me if said iPod were to die. Actually, it has died before and the battery replacement left me in debt to tune of SEVENTY English Pounds.That is not pleasure.
Anyway, today, my iPod died again. The cat of the MP3 world. After screaming at it, trying to talk it round to my way of thinking, adminstering the kiss of life and then finally jumping up and down on it's chest until the lungs exploded*, I finally gave up hope. I had two options: let the battery run down, or let my one true friend die.
But I was faced with a god-sized dilemma: Go to work musicless, or ring in sick. In the end, I went to work with my mobile phone headphones. I've not listened to the radio since the days of trying to tape the Pepsi Chart and tackle the challenge of trying not to get Doctor Focks' annoying twatter on the end of the best songs. But Edith Bowman aside, what could go wrong? All those stations, there was bound to be something I could listen to that would drown out the sound of charves and their Harry the Hamster mp3s.
It was on the way home that my brush with Death occured. I couldn't tune into a SINGLE station....Except one. And what aural trauma was I greeted with?
ROBBIE WILLIAMS.
Singing "angels".
LIVE.
Needless to say, I committed suicide there and then. Well, actually, I just listened to static and tried to block the experience out of my head. But these things can scar a girl.
At least I can say I have been to the 7th circle of Hades and lived to tell the tale.
Moral of the story? If your iPod/Other breaks STAY IN DOORS AND PLUG YOURSELF INTO THE COMPUTER.
*I may not have done this
Current Location: Mum & Dad's House
Current Mood:  grumpy
Current Music: Larrikin Love- Happy As Annie
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