It was a pretty sick two weeks though. Flora is now officially full with my ladies, and I'm massively loving living in a house. An actual house.. my house. Even if it is an absolute state... in all seriousness, this is a house you'd see in some programme like "Houses from hell". We have a repulsive mold covering our living room walls. No exaggeration, fluffy mold, and our wanker landlord has decided that all we need is a dehumidifier (whom we've named Albert, such a sweetheart). NO YOU IDIOT, THAT IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM IS AN ADEQUATE SOLUTION. We're all dying, the toxic mold has entered my lungs and is slowly killing me, sucking all my health away. It's not a nice feeling. Adding to that, our manky shed of a bathroom is flooded 24-7... so bad you have to roll up your trousers to go in there. Our back door for quite a long amount of time just wouldn't open, trapping us in here like prisoners. The useless idiots only came to fix it because me and Beth managed to lock ourselves outside after jumping over the neibours garden... long story, but it ended up with Beth having a hand full of cat shit, and me falling through a bin. Stay classy. Chuck on the list the fact I had to live without a bed for a week because the stupid twig of a thing broke. Literally had to sleep on the floor like a buddha... saying that, I quite liked it. Every morning I woke feeling fresh and invigorated.
Apart from all of that.... the house is grand. As have our few nights out we had during refreshers been. A few tigers which of course never disappoint, although I seriously need to stay away from those pure evil buckets. A fiver for a bucket full of poison literally, why do I do it to myself? The night at the union was jokes, pure jokes, highlight had to be dancing up on the dj stage with the girls acting like we were the fucking balls, followed by Esther attempting to recreate a lift we once performed (which FYI resulted in her having a broken wrist), then mine Chelle and Em's standard mosh pit takeover. Amazing. Most recent expedition to Soda bar... well it kind of ended badly. Things were great until I drunk a luminous green drink offered to me by some absoloute crack head claiming it was a jagerbomb. Next thing I know I'm being dragged out of the club kicking and screaming by a bouncer... really really not cool. Massive jebend. All because some dickhead threw MY drink at me, so clearly being the shirley gal I am, I went skitz at him then called the bouncer something which lets just say, he didn't take to well. Appaza I'm banned now, which is really really not what I expected out of the night. Ah well, I'll just get my irish bouncer woo-er extraordinaire lady Rosie to get me on his good side. It's all good.
But now that's all done, and tomorrow is the official start of my new, energized, productive, determined, goal-orientated, brilliant life. No longer will my activities revolve around being a drunken tragedy, ruining my life on a regular basis, instead I will flourish academically, become fit and not such a flabby piece of shit, and set myself up for the start of my eventual prosperous career as a political writer. No more baguels, no more buckets, and no more starting random fights just for the jokes of it when I'm drunk. Good lady.
