Hello. I’m sorry I’ve been AWOL for so long. It’s not that I haven’t had the time to write anything, nor that nothing interesting has happened lately; on the contrary. If you know me even just a little bit, you should know that I work best under pressure, so when I had an hour to kill before a lecture at uni I would update my blog, but now that I’m on holiday and my schedule consists of doing nothing 24/7, I find it hard to get anything done.
So, last Wednesday, my second last day at uni before the holidays, I was invited to a party. It happened during my very last tutorial that week, and the girl who invited me was none other than the girl who knew Anette (see earlier post; ‘Surprise, surprise’). The party was the day after, at Natasha’s flat (she lives with 8 other people, so many of their friends would also be there). Luckily I felt really social and happy on Thursday, so I walked to the place feeling confident and slightly tipsy, thanks to the alcohol I’d already consumed. At the party I was thrown right into a dance with three other girls, to Beyoncé’s ‘Single Ladies’. I then proceeded to talk to several other people, both male and female, a rat called Bosh and a cat which name I didn’t quite catch. I met a guy with a ukulele, who let me hold it and play a few random notes, talked to an awesome dude about Supernatural in the crowded back yard, stood in the toilet queue without having to use the loo but talked to more people and let them go before me to the toilet, did a bit of DJ-ing in the dance room and danced with some of the guys, before I decided to head home. Oh, and I got a phone number, written down on a piece of paper, tucked into my hand as I was leaving. *Melt*. I also made some new facebook friends, which makes me feel good.
The next day was less of a blessing. I got out of bed about three times that day, only to use the toilet or to get some food/drink. Not only did I have the sorest back in the history of sore backs (from carrying four bags of heavy groceries home on Thursday morning), but yeah, there was a hangover. A wine hangover, which is by far the worst kind of hangover as far as I know.
On Saturday morning I felt almost even more sorry for myself. There was no easter egg or easter breakfast waiting for me (I’m not even sure it was the right day for it?), so I cooked a simple breakfast with eggs on toast, and ate some Cadbury milk chocolate. Then I went into town, where I spent too much money (on stuff that I actually need, mind you). I got a new pair of shoes, a thin jacket, a late birthday present for my mum and some folders to keep my uni notes in. And yeah, I bought a small bag of Cadbury Chocolate Eggs, with a caramel filling, to make up for the lack of a traditional easter egg. Way to spend Easter Day or whatever it’s called.
Since Saturday I’ve just been chilling, watching movies at home, reading ‘The Turn of the Screw’ (which I’d decided I wouldn’t allow myself to be scared of, but it’s impossible not to), trying to get used to having another woman staying at the flat (my flatmate’s girlfriend, I assume, arrived from Hong Kong on Sunday or Monday, and she’s staying here for two weeks), and just attempting to stay away from the shops, to avoid spending more money.
I managed to get round to doing some sit-ups and other exercises two days ago, and I kept up the good habit yesterday, so I’m determined to do it today as well. I need to get some abs going.
That will do, bitches. I’m going AWOL again.
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