What A Glorious Morning
(for two more minutes)
There was some sexin on my screen last night, thank you boys, and then I was woken with tea and bacon sandwich, and in a couple of hours I’m off to Cardiff with one of my best friends to see my favourite band! Life is pretty fucking spanking today.
I haven’t been on the computer since Thursday
THAT IS HOW CRAZY MY LIFE HAS BEEN
But seriously I’ve been up to loads so here’s a blow by blow:
(if you want to skip to paragraphs it goes- complaining, dinner, clubbing, 100%design and Oxford, clubbing, rest of w/e. what a good life I lead~)
Thursday morning I got up early after a terrible night’s sleep to hike all the way to Baker Street to pick up my sketchbook from tfl lost&found (left it on a tube a fortnight ago) and it turns out that the black hardback CSM sketchbook that had a week’s worth of graphics in it wasn’t even mine. Somebody else obvs did the same thing ugh.
The day was norm and I had plans to meet my mother at 6:30 to go and meet this girl called Lauren (23, mum’s friend’s daughter and kinda like a sister to me) in Angel but mum’s car broke down so just Lauren and I went to dinner at Strada and it was wonderful. Mum got there eventually and on the way back I ran into Jessie from my class on her date and it seems really fishy that I was just in Angel where she said she was going to be but whatever I’m not that much of a creepy stalker and Lauren actually chose the place.
When we got back to mine I decided on a whim to go out to Punk in Soho with a load of people from my building so I sort of abandoned mum and headed off to this club at half ten with loads of people I didn’t know well (2 were my flatmates and I knew one pretty well from upstairs but omg so many new names to remember). It was such a laugh though - and super cheap. £6 entrance and I didn’t buy anything in there (wine at dinner and beer in halls and I’ve also realised that when I go out I usually just drink fuckloads and it’s actually nicer to be just tipsy). That was good though, we got back at half 3 and chilled in the kitchen for a while and woke up my mum lolz but I have no regrets. need to start going out with people in London more often.
In the morning I was roused by the mother and we went to the 100% Design trade exhibition at Earls Court. It was really interesting, has totally inspired me for my week of 3D design that starts on Monday :) So then we drove to Oxford because it’s my brother’s birthday so we picked him up from his halls at Brookes and went to Quod for a light supper but it was so cool. a half metre of pizza to share. It tasted friquing sublime. And then I had Panna Cota which was equally divine. And thus started the 2 hour ride back to Bath.
So then at nineish I got a lift to Mia’s and saw Amy there (whom I haven’t seen since I left her in Florence (these two and one traitor who’s in Edinburgh are the best friends a girl could wish for)) and then Anna turned up which was cool and unexpected. So we went to the Earl for shisha and met up with Rory and Ali (neither of which I wanted to see ever again but it worked out really well) and then to Revs and Moles and Porter and back to Moles and Roz and Amy were buying me drinks tralalala. And then we did the normal Bath thing and went to McDo and I had such munchies for chuggets that I got the 20 pack and we had so much barbeque sauce it’s unreal. I brought home 5 packs because I thought I could marinate some chicken in it *student thinking*. so then Roz gave everyone a lift home at ~3 which was sweet so we went to Northstoke and back to Monkton and then to mine and Amy was worried about whiplash and we drove through some dodgy fog but everything worked out. It was so great going out with people that I know and don’t have to worry about remembering peoples names or saying something stupid because they’re all used to my ways heh.
So now it’s almost 1pm and I’m going to watch TVD because I missed it in all this madness and I think Amy may be coming over at some point and I asked mum to cook steak+mash tonight which is so exciting. Beyond that my only plans for the weekend are grand prix tomorrow. I’m Lovin’ it!
Sorry for the lack of cut but I don’t really like them. fuck it. you chose to follow anyways
Went to an apartment upstairs for pre-drinks and met a really great bunch of people all living in the same flat and I was a lush and drank a whole bottle of wine and we - like 15 people at this point - got the tube to chancery lane and walked to the bar from there. It took like 20 minutes to get a drink and we danced for a bit but it was quite boring so we got the bus back to Shoreditch and walked in the wrong direction and found a random chippy tavern and then walked some more and sat and waited for someone who’d wandered off. We were going to go to our local but it was like 2 and I was still wearing these stilettos after ages walking and nobody really wanted to so we just went home. A bit of a bum night but it was really great meeting these gals who are after my own heart. One of them shouted at me within like 5 minutes of meeting her because I’m from Bath and she’s a Brizzolian and there really aren’t any west country ers anywhere, twas brill. And there was this french girl called Fefe and I was just rambling away in french to her on the tube and then I was in europe mode and couldn’t get out of it eek so I was like ‘pardon’ ‘grazzi’ the whole time. lol. It was nice. I’m going to go see them today at some point and pick up my wine glass :)
Walked back from station in intense rain
The rainiest rain I’ve ever experienced. It ripped out one of my contacts.
On the upside I met a cute blond boy who lives in the same halls as me. Prolly gay or taken but we had a nice chat anyways.
Got home from first day of college and had a 3 hour nap. I had this dream. It was really disturbing. We were doing like intergalactic missions and I had to leave my body for some reason. I had to leave it at the start, slowly dying without a soul to inhabit it. I was mere vapour but felt the form of a person. My father wouldn’t let me go back, we had to finish the mission first. When we finally got back my body was all cold and hunched over itself. I held it from behind, felt the weight of dead limbs - my limbs - frozen. Nobody could understand my despair over it and anger towards my father. It was heartbreaking. I felt like a murderer. I saw my dead self. The doctor on the ship could do something about it but the enemy got to him first and everyone was killed apart from me, because I wasn’t physical any more. I had nothing. I curled up beside myself and stayed there. I didn’t think. Thinking was the only thing that defined me. So if I didn’t think, I didn’t live.
Moved to London
Moved into my halls today. It’s so much bigger than I thought it would be so I’m going to get my big tv and my sewing machine down as well - I thought just the computer and stereo would be pushing desk space. I thing I could be very content here. I’ve also got a kettle and toastie machine in my room so all looks awesome. Out of the six other people sharing the appartment only one other has come today (super says most get here on Sunday) and her name is Rhia (no idea about the spelling) and I haven’t really spoken to her much but she’s doing the same course as me at csm but she’s wearing socks and sandals. so. I’m just not sure I can be friends with somebody like that. We’ll see.
I’m coming back in 2 days time and have finally got around to finding an internet cafe. Having the best time in Europe - started off in Paris and then headed to Barcelona and now in Florence. Had a real drama yesterday when one of my friends was admitted to hospital and has since flown home, we think it’s an appendicitis. I just had two rolls of film developed from the trip and they all look excellent so will be uploaded upon my return. I feel like everyone on tumblr will just shun me because I’ve been so awol all summer but praying (not literally) for reprive. So on Friday I’m flying to my dad’s and staying there while I enroll at CSM and finally moving into my new room on the 1st. It’s been such a rollercoaster these past few weeks I feel like I can take anything, even pretentious Art College in Londontown.