So I guess I’ll kinda sum up last week, kinda like a prologue.
Tuesday: Not much going on today, went into uni for abit, pub, drink drink drink, hanging out with the guys: Liz, Jack, Helen, Martin, Elle and Tim. Tim is cute but I’m not too sure, sometimes a little cocky and arrogant. Guys eh? Didn’t end up getting home until god knows what hour.
Wednesday: Arose from my deep drunken slumber at around 14:00, hazy, feeling sick, huuuuge headache, man, I shouldn’t drink… it always seems like a good idea at the time. Had trouble finding cigarettes, found them, crushed in my bag; the tobacco was everywhere. So I just lazed around all day in my Pjs doing nothing except watching the crap they call entertainment on the T.V, defo not going out tonight.
Thursday: Uni again, fun times, hangover has gone but it seems that everyone else has gotten another one. It’s great when people have a hangover and you don’t, I get this strange sense of pride/grandeur. We decided on a pub lunch today, not a good idea seeing as we may have stayed slightly too long and missed out afternoon lecture. One by one everyone trailed out… Then there was three, Liz, Tim and I. I think Tim was giving me the eye but I’m not sure, maybe he thinks he could get me, he didn’t seem to be too shy about some of his signals, maybe it was the beer. Tim finally went home, Liz and I decided to stay out for a bit, got a bit messy.
Friday: Wake up about 11:00, where the fuck? Oh. Woke up on Liz’s couch, fully clothed and a bit sweaty, nice. So I decided to slog together some breakfast and wait for Liz to get up, she sleeps so much. Finally gets up to a cold sausage egg and bacon roll at about 14:00, appreciative but looking worse for wear. I envy how Liz looks, even when she gets up hungover she still looks damn good. I wish I could do that. So onto some shopping, the perfect hangover cure. Brick Lane is shit so we decided to goto Camden, pretty crap there too, it’s gone so downhill, just full of pretentious indie kids, at least South African BBQ is open.
Saturday: Essay writing, oh so fun. Today was boring, not much to do, bad weather, nobody to see.
Sunday: Day of rest. Had a bit of a smoke with Liz and Jack, watched some films, eat some crap, talked more crap. I think Jack has a bit of a thing for Liz, need to talk to her about this. He’s a good guy, not bad looking either.
Monday: BANK HOLIDAY! No uni today, probably should be doing my essay but fuck that. I need sex man, I’m dying on my arse here, can’t remember the last time I felt close to someone.
Tuesday: Back n uni, we decided against going to the pub at lunch today and made it into the afternoon lecture. Nothing exciting to talk about, just chillin’ tonight.
