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Wednesday 26.9.01 Yesterday was a day of two firsts. Firstly (sorry) there was the run. Oh dear. I haven't moved faster than walking pace (apart from being in a car or on a train) since June and oh my god did it hurt. About 10 minutes my body started giving me those sorts of oh-shit-what-are-you-doing-to-me-I-thought-the- punishment-stopped-for-good-in-June pains, and then gradually forced me to cut it short. Tragedy. Then there was the night out, again the first of many - this time in Golders Green Bar Med. Somehow the topic of conversation got round to Jane accusing me of fancying Bananaman and me strenuously denying it, before we all staggered back and Mike tried to steal the 'M' from a McDonalds sign. Oh yeah, and now I really concentrate, I remember wearing a pair of fake tits all evening. God knows where they came from. Friday 28.9.01 I'm sure I wasn't as horrific in my first year as all the nightmare freshers are now. I don't quite know what it is about them, but they're all....freshers. Ugh. This probably all stems from the freshers fayre yesterday and Wednesday, when I tried to get lots of people to sign up for the Debating Society and generally managed to reduce my ego to the size and style of a doormat. I hate people who just smirk and walk past. The shits don't have a brain anyway. Mad week other than that, and I really think I'm going to have to do something about my working hours - I currently have shifts two weeknights, and that just can't continue. All this stress and bother was vanquished last night by a large-ish night out with the French and German crew. Ended up in the Southside bar on ???? street after going out for a pizza and embarrassing ourselves considerably. Oh well. I've worked out, however, that the easily the best way to get to know people in my new Hall is through culinary disaster - it's such a good talking-point and invokes sympathy too! This is very good news give that I can't cook for toffee.... Monday 1.10.01 So after Thursday night's calorific excess and Friday morning's subsequently calamitous gym visit, I met Andy for lunch, came back and got rather pissed for no reason at all, while sitting around with my new house-mates giggling about very silly things like the brilliantly-named Bavarian town of Wank (yes, it's true, thanks Max! And to add to it, there is one in Austria somewhere called Fucking.) I suddenly realised that, well, Saturday is a work-day, so I went upstairs to bed, and idiotically picked up my book. I put it down about three hours later. Saturday was, as usual, like a zoo, but I'm used to it, so that's OK. Makes the day pass. Tonight will be a large night; firstly a party in halls, then a debate about porn, and then a clubbing trip. I think I will probably have died of exhaustion of the night, but there we go. These things happen - I'll have fun doing it. Tuesday 2.10.01 New Term's Resolutions (bit late): 1. I will buy the Big Issue every week and give more money for it then is necessary. 2. I will not get pissed all the time and embarrass myself either by my behaviour or incessant text-message-sending. 3. I will get my essays in on time. I will read my texts in time for lectures. 4. I will try to like my German grammar tutor again. 5. I will not emit 'bloody,' 'sodding,' 'crappy,' 'bollocks,' and other mild profanities every time I open my mouth. Especially when there are priests around. 6. I will go to the gym three times a week, without fail. 7. I will not make bollocks resolutions which I'm blatantly not going to stick to anyway. PS I would have liked to put something up about last night today, but I am both too embarrassed and too knackered to even think about what happened. More tomorrow. |
