A woman is only helpless when her nail polish is drying.
I’m sat in my room which is now almost completely bare and empty and this is my last night in this room, which is MY room and MY home and it’s all practically over and I am very emotional I don’t think I can cope with this
Last night involved people chundering far too early in the night, slushy drinks (pink pussy, pornstar and sex on the beach mmmm), being the only people in the club with vagina’s (a negative), manic dancing, £6.20 drinks (fuck off revs), lots of emotional tears, lots of welsh people, going extra lengths to find a takeaway and taking a team of random people with us, fights in a takeaway, crawling around Newcastle market, hot boxing some lads room (still cannot pronounce his name), mind blowing magic tricks
I don’t want to leave uni, I just don’t, I don’t want to, don’t make me, I’m very very very sad :-(
I thought it was a good idea to get high before going out
I was wrong
My first year of Uni is officially over, my last exam was piss easy (first here I come) and I just don’t even know how to feel about it. It feels like I’ve only just moved in yet thinking about it so much has happened, and I have so many memories just from being in this block never miND the bloody union. I have two weeks left of accommodation which of course we’re taking advantage of with nothing to do apart from have picnics and film days and BBQ’s and do all the treks round Keele Hall and everything else we’ve always wanted to do since we got here and just… frick me did the past 9 months actually happen, or has it been a dream?