Current mood:	awake
Current music:	The Glimmers - DJ Kicks

SO. Most of last week was a bit crap cos I realised I had to learn a huge chunk of my course in, like, 3 days. Mostly stayed in to study but (of course) I kept doing stupid stuff like watching the entire 6 hour DVD set of Angels in America from my bed, pretending it was proper work. IT ISN'T REALLY. Anyway, everytime I sat down to work properly I kept on daydreaming about hot boys... it's like I'm twelve again, seriously. I also spent about £50 on Amazon CDs in my attempts at procrastination, ARGH. Still, the exam went surprisingly well, considering. The "unseen poem" question was a Shakespeare sonnet I remembered studying in 5th year. Yas. (Y)

On Monday Lo and I swatched two flats, one had The Best Living Room Ever but the kitchen and 2nd bedroom were a bit too wee. Second one we saw was pretty manky and studenty... but made us realise we could get a lot more space for the money if we didn't go for one that was already pretty nicely done up. Think we're looking for a happy medium between the two. Can't wait to move out, although I've been spending money like water recently. Think I'm trying to get my fill of shopping and indulgence before all my dosh ends up going towards rent.

Thursday my exam was 2.30 - 5.30, rocked home for a shower and dinner, then had Kim and Holdo up at 8 for some boozing. Met Lana in town later on and headed artschool-wards... Holly and Kim disappeared after the first half hour, what the fuck? Poor show, ladies. Took ages to get sorted but I wasn't pure anxious about it like I had been last week, just had a nice wee chilled out chat and a boogie with Lana. Met some folk from work, ArtSchool got rammed really fast... was pure relieved when Laura, Rea and (the other) Holly eventually arrived, had been worried they'd ditch it due to stupid 1in1out. Had a great night but the club seemed to end way too early. Rocked up to Stevie's for some extension of Christine's birthday celebrations... ended up being the weirdo you see at parties sitting raving with their hands. Ew. Was a good laugh, but. Everything started to get a bit surreal towards the end, couldn't tell if I was going mental or if the folk I was talking to were going mental or both. Left when everyone started getting booze in at 9, I just ain't that hardcore.

Would've been far quicker to wander home but didn't fancy being in the house alone, and Lo had been calling to ask if I wanted to stay over. (Bit of a paradox at that time in the morning.) Ended up walking from Kelvingrove to the Merchant City in my stupid wee party dress and hoody... my saliva glands had properly dried up so my lips and the roof of my mouth were bleeding, and every time I tried to talk my lips stuck to my gums and shrank in on themselves. I Am State. Lo was still up drinking wine (?!) but we managed to get a couple hours kip. Amazingly it sorted me RIGHT out, although our chat was a bit crazed when we woke up... I thought Lana was talking about chopping when she was talking about shopping, and none of us could get more than 3-letter words during Countdown. Got icepoles to cure my deadened mouth, score. Bizarrely I was still full of mad energy when I went to bed last night, thought all the hellishness would be in the post to kick in for work this morning but I felt dandy. Maybe 14-hour nights out are the way forward?

Anyway. Pictures. Rea insisted on us taking billions, I remember being annoyed at the time but I'm really glad about it now. Never really get enough pics on a night-out. Note the girl in one background pic wearing the same dress as me, that's the last time I try and be fashionable. :(








































Tonight is work, tomorrow is sleep and work, then Monday is Back To Uni. Even though it's *supposedly* back to the grindstone I know the proper work won't kick in for a few weeks, so I'm gonna try and squeeze in a fair few nights out. It's fucking lovely not having exams / essays hanging over me. Besides, I miss stumbling into lectures hungover in pyjama tops, still wearing the previous night's make-up. (I think I may have bestowed this with some rocknroll romanticism that it really doesn't have.)

Scales are broken, haven't weighed myself. Not caring as much about it as I did last week, I seem to go through phases where losing weight is SO IMPORTANT and phases where I realise what a stupid waste of time and energy it is to be stressing about such superficial shit. Exercise went well when I was procrastinating study, went a bit pear-shaped when I got PROPER stressed and consoled myself with sickening amounts of bran flakes and honey. Healthy eating things going awrightish... haven't had chocolate for about a week so celebrated today with a Freddo and some Jaffa Cakes. Indulgence is allowed at weekends, right?