You wear the same waistcoat all the time. WHY?

My lack of posts has been due to the sheer amount of work I've had on. And I still think I failed my Philosophy exam. But enough of that.

Our beautiful Christine has gone back to the states :'( so terribly sad. English Christine and I got up at 5:30am on Saturday morning to see her off. She wrote us all letters to say goodbye which was really sweet. And of course made me cry.

After work on Saturday Christine and I went to the LCR with Freddie and Alex from downstairs and Jade from a flat near us. It was alumni night so was full of twenty-somethings. The most hilarious thing was that the man who helps give out the lecture handouts in our Literature in History lecture was there, dancing away. Now me and Sam (who I think I've mentioned before) call him Ross Wilson's (one of the lecturers) bitch. He always wears the same gold coloured waistcoat with a white shirt, and the edges are sort of peeling upwards with age. This night was no different; he was still wearing it. He was dancing just like a geek should, it was so surreal.

We were DEFINITELY the only first years there. In order to not feel so out of place we needed to get hideously drunk. We succeeded in doing that. Freddie did a John and could barely stand. At one point he actually had to prop himself up against a table. So funny. And many twenty-somethings came on to us, mainly Christine, which was interesting. I shan't say any more.

My parents came to pick me up at 1pm. We definitely didn't leave until after 2pm because I was dithering.

It's 11:38pm and I am tired.

More soon.

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Crying over my Coursework.

Friday night was a wonderful night, the curry was good (minus the pink bits of chicken), the company was good, the chat was good. Even though yet again not much was about Philosophy.

We ended up going to Norfolk Terrace where Lizzie lives and meeting her flatmates. They were all very lovely people and I was glad to see that there is actually a kitchen somewhere in UEA that gets worse than ours. I drank a whole bottle of wine plus a vodka and cranberry juice and a glass of Cherry Lambrini, which is rather a lot for me, but I woke up yesterday as fresh as a daisy. Wonderful.

I spent about 6 hours at my friend Sam's flat yesterday doing our 'Literature essays'. This actually involved lots of crisp and chocolate eating, discussing hot people, past boyfriends who we are ashamed/not ashamed of, and her flatmate having a chat with my mother on BBM. It was a fab day but not very productive.

Because of this I am now sitting in the library trying to do more of my essays. I've done about 700 of one and 200 of the other. I'm panicking now and just want to hide. So obviously the best thing to do is write a blog post. I've been here since about 12:30 so I'm sure I deserve a break by now.

ARGH EVERYTHING IS SO HARD. I don't know why my mum told me that A Levels were the biggest step up rather than degree level. She was lying, this is much harder. I have to write two essays with the same deadline AND revise for a test which is the day after the essay deadline. Cry. I don't even get Plato yet I've supposedly revised him. Cry.

I'm going to cry some more then get back to work.

I promise that posts will get a little more interesting over Christmas. Especially as I will be experiencing the NEXT sale on Boxing Day, that is always fun.

Expect Another Eventful Post Tomorrow.

I am writing this from a PC study carrel in the library. I paid £2 for it. I have been in here for 2 and a half hours. I am beginning to go slightly mad from the sound of my constantly tapping fingers and my incessant glaring onto a white screen. Someone help me.

Hopefully my madness is only temporary. I shall be leaving at around 6:30pm in order to go to flat 20 and eat curry, drink and talk Philosophy. Again. Hence the title of this post. I imagine that curry and alcohol can be a rather dangerous mix so I must remember not to drink too much. I wonder what I will have? I haven't had curry in such a long time. At home I always get something made with Quorn, as I am from a family of vegetarians, but I guess I don't have to do that here. Mmm. Chicken Tikka Masala sounds pretty good right now. Yummy. Or perhaps I'll go for a madras if I'm feeling venturous.

I am no wimp when it comes to spice. I can take the XXX peri-peri at Nando's and only need minimal amounts of water. Sometimes it can be too spicy though, can't it? There ends up being no flavour to your food.

I am quite aware that I am talking complete bollocks right now (Sorry Mum) so I am going to stop and actually do what I came here to do. And that was to write my Literature essays which are due on Thursday; I have done around 400 of one and 200 of another. They have to be 1500 words long.

I'd better get a wriggle on.

I Hate to be a Humbug...

But I really, really, dislike Christmas shopping. Went into town with Alex today and faced the horrendous crowds of people rushing around like the shops aren't going to be open UNTIL TEN O'CLOCK TONIGHT. Slow down for God's sake.

I hardly got any actual gift-buying done. These are the gifts I have to buy:

1. Flat Secret Santa
2. Home Secret Santa
3. Mum
4. Dad
5. Nan
6. Grandad
7. Lucy (my sister)
8. Amy (my sister)
9. Adam (my brother)

So you can see how well I have done. Some would say I have a rather easy list, but really it's not. Argh, I hate having to actually go shopping. Working in retail has completely ruined the therapeutic shopping experience. Going shopping, to me, is now like a bus driver taking himself on a road trip. HATE IT. When I finish work I just cannot wait to get away from the place, I do not want to have to traipse round after people who clearly believe they're at home lolling around in their slippers, and being knocked over by those who are terrified the last pair of novelty socks are going to be bought before they get to the shop.

I hate shopping.

I'd better get most of it done online before I screw.

Help me.

P.S. Apologies for the lack of posts. I did not go out this weekend due to the need to revise and do essays (I did neither), therefore have had nothing to report. And now I am under the pressure of having to bust out the essays in less than a week.

P.P.S. I appeared to do more shopping than just get two gifts though. I also bought 4 deodorants (PoundLand special offer then my favourite smelling one was in Wilkinsons), notebooks, Sellotape (yes actual Sellotape), gift tags, wrapping paper, batteries and eye make up remover. Perhaps I am just really selfish.

I Spent my Saturday Night Cleaning My Kitchen.

Yes, I did. For over three hours. It was surprisingly satisfying.

To do today:
Washing (I washed the fateful tea towel with this wash, it is now clean but stained a hideous yellow colour)
Philosophy revision
Literature in History reading
Literature in History essay
Reading Texts reading
Reading Texts essay

I should probably get on.