Unfamiliar faces

It’s a beautiful, sunny, fresh day, on which i should be outside frolicking through the long grass and appreciating the wonders of the world in which we live, but unfortunately the debilitating nature of my hangover prevents such an ostentatious display of joy. I seem entirely incapable of going for ‘a quick one’, and so last night’s sociable drink at our local ended up with me dancing my little heart out at the Krazyhouse (pure class, of course) and being licentious with men.

My room is wonderfully clean and tidy and I’m off to Newcastle tomorrow, both of which make me very happy. I’ve got lots more random things stuck up on my walls, and I’m making my room as fire-hazardous as possible in defiance to the rules which apparently class a piece of material hanging from the ceiling as a fire hazard. How? Why? Do they expect it to spontaneously burst into flame? If so, then perhaps I should remove all cloth items from my room and live a life of nudity. I have lots of pretty candles now too, part of my shopping spree after my disastrous date. I have one, a pink, sparkly, gel candle in a twisty martini glass, which can only rightly be described as faaaabulous. I love the pound shop.

My date was truly awful. The guy wasn’t ugly (and I still have no recollection of ever meeting him, even after seeing him again) but so terribly boring. And stupid. Intellectual snobbishness all the way. I can’t be doing with people with whom I am unable to hold a decent conversation. I had to make some awful excuse and run away before I was actually rude to his face. Never mind, can’t win then all. And he was sweet. Just thick as two short planks. I don’t think I’ll be seeing him again!

Everyone finishes uni at the end of May. I am here until the end of August. Why did I choose this awful course? It makes me very cross. But I will be in my new house which is very exciting. Much as I love living in halls and having people everywhere, it will be very nice to have my own space a bit more. There’s only three of us living there, and lots of space. And wooden floors. I love wooden floors. They make rooms seem so clean and airy. I’m going to miss my flatmate so much though – not all of them, obviously, there’s one in particular I will not be sorry to see the back of, but Gwen and Lins (when she’s in a good mood!) and Vicky I will miss muchly.

Can’t remember if I mentioned this in my last entry, but I am loving Micky J at the moment. I’ve downloaded loads of his songs, and he is so funky! I’m quite proud of my music collection actually. Downloading is the way to go.

Isn’t Clockwork Orange fantastic?! All I knew about it was that it was very violent, but I’ve read the book and seen the film and yes, there are some bits which had me under the covers squealing, but it’s so interesting too. Lots of things to think about. The language is great too, nadsat – I think I’m going to incorporate it into my vocabulary. Horrorshow. Speaking of language, I’m coming out with some very strange sayings at the moment. ‘Good show’ and ‘Roger’ and other archaic phrases which don’t actually mean very much.

Anyway, this is a very strange entry. Which is going to end here.