lundun

well, i think this certainly confirms that i’ve been spending too much time on here! last night i had a weird ‘fod/afrodiary dream’ and it was very surreal. although nice. we were all planning to meet up down in lundun (must be the all the get-together entries i’ve been reading!) and i had to catch the train down there, but for some reason i missed it. for some reason it was possible to catch another one and i ended up getting a phonecall from fakey and she was very nice, even if she did have a bizarre irish accent going on. then i got another phonecall from a girl – i think it was ms bint, ms quilt and anythingbutnormal all rolled into one! and ‘she’ was nice too.

that all changed when i was suddenly in a nice bar with my old friends from college and gaz arrived! and he was very charming and witty and i ended up having a ‘loo stop’ with my friend susie who confided in me that she really fancied gaz. i think i told her i did too! wahey!

and then i woke up, and thought ‘oh crikey.’

the meeting with my supervisor yesterday went better than expected. he was nice about the horrid comments in my world politics, and looked as confused as i was, which was nice. we really got off on the wrong foot at the start – and i always ended up leaving thinking that i’d made a real tit out of myself. but i was as cool as ice this time, ha ha.

you always know when the term’s started when me and claire get a pizza from pizza hut. we got a 25% discount too, oh what bliss. charlotte came in when we were wolfing down the chicken supreme with stuffed crust and started scavenging all the mushrooms i’d picked off because i don’t like them. she has horrible bird-like hands that are bright red. she shouldn’t have been hungry because she’d just eaten her tea.. which was the oh-so-substantial watery soup and a jacket potato (no butter), with an apple for afterwards. me and claire came to the conclusion that she probably doesn’t have an eating disorder as she’s willing to go outside in her undies, which isn’t very typical, although claire thinks that her red hands and yellow fingertips represent the scratching of the teeth on her hands and the stomach bile.. urgh! makes me feel so ill thinking about it! claire and her friends were apparently the only girls at her boarding school that weren’t abusing laxatives, starving themselves or throwing up. they did a lot of coke instead.

i keep fantasising about next thursday, 1p.m. – that’s when my exams will be finished.. bliss. i’m going straight into the city with claire and we’re going to go shopping, then get home, get ready to go out and go mad. and then hopefully continue that pattern of behaviour for the next ten weeks. i’m living like a grandma at the moment, and it’s driving me up the wall.

mmm. shopping and drinking. i can’t wait.