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.
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