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Urgh... I always leave this too long then can never be bothered updating. :(

Last week was my first back at uni, nowt too thrilling. Ended up partying after work on Sunday so I could pull an all-nighter for my first lecture, not the best idea in the world. Was pure good with attendance in general though, I've realised I enjoy uni much more when I'm not nervously trying to bluff my way through stuff I've not read, so I'm really gonna try and get stuck in this year. Thursday night Stu and I headed to the ABC... I expected it to be like a shit version of the Art School but (as Stu aptly pointed out) it was more like a school disco. It *should've* been rubbish but I was in an excellent mood, so was loving monster-dancing adn getting laughed at by unders. Walked the whole way home then realised I probably wouldn't sleep, so had a wee silent disco in my room til I zonked out in front of Spaced. I'm clearly the height of cool.

Photos! I remember being impressed that our facial expressions matched in the pics WHEN WE HADN'T PLANNED IT. Idiot.













Last weekend was pretty quiet, was saving my dosh and energy for Monday's staff night out. LAST SATURDAY MORNING SHIFT EVER! (Ironically it's looking like I'll be having a quiet night tomorrow, oh the irony.) Staff night out in Ad Lib on Monday was legit amazing... was the MacSorley's bunch too so Lo, Lianna etc were out for it too. Great turn-out, amazing food, good tunes, and everyone was on brilliant form. I'd promised myself I wouldn't get too drunk in front of my bosses AND I KEPT IT, impressive. Got turfed out the place at 3 and the group split up to head to two different parties. Ended up at Stevie's with most of the Subby bunch. Had an amazing time (bar the fact Fraz decided to turn the shower on while we were chilling out in the bath :|) but I'd decided to try and sober up in the two hours or so before I left, so the last wee bit was a bit mental. Me and Trish hatched an excellent plan for me to get outta work and continue partying, but eventually I bit the bullet and headed homewards for snoozing.

These pictures are WAY more interesting than the last bunch. Honest.
































































Tuesday I stumbled in at midday, got a couple hours kip, then was up for work. Felt like shit all the way through, but had a crazy notion I'd try and hook up with the work folk to head to the Buff Club afterwards. Even packed a wee party bag with a miniskirt and shit. Thankfully I stopped in at the pub to see Lo, who made me a wee cup of tea and convinced me it was The Worst Idea in the World. Bought some shite magazines and had an early night instead, turns out Trish and co were too wreckaged to make the club anyway. (Y)

Wednesday was in for a lecture then off to Clydebank for a wee lunch with Danny. That morning I'd managed to slip into the Miss Sixty jeans that have never, ever fitted me... of course, we end up going for All You Can Eat Chinese. Wasn't sure how the whole "ex meeting" would go but it was a good laugh catching up, and I picked up my sexy new phone. Motorola Pink Rzr, £40. Loving it.

Wednesday night Holdo and Kim came round for some boozing... hadn't really fancied a night out but wanted to see the gals. First part was really fun, just sitting boozing in my room and having chats about boys. But when we got to the Arches (for Octupussy :|) I started freaking out a bit... actually HATED being there. There was unders style music, bouncy castle, and a paddling pull full of ugly half-naked boys, plus I started getting para about Hol and Kim not wanting me there. Couldn't really handle any of it, so kinda just ran out. Sorry girls. I hadn't been drunk for a month until last night, guess it just made me overemotional or something cos I couldn't stop crying for about an hour afterwards. Don't even know why, cos I've been feeling amazing these past few weeks. Popped into the pub to see if Lo was working... she wasn't, but Lianna was dead nice and had me stay for a while after they shut. Talking to her and Lo (on the phone) seemed to sort me out, as did the long walk home. Dunno what the fuck that was about, but it's merely strengthened my urge to not get drunk. Like, ever.

Anyway. I got a couple of cute pics regardless.











Today I felt like I was gonna die, haven't ever had a hangover that involved nausea before. Damn vodka. Was sposed to be going out tonight but doesn't seem to be happening. Kinda glad.

Bought some amazing new CDs this past wee while, first time in about 8 months. Some great numbers from the Fabric series (Radioactive Man, Jacques Lu Cont, Andrew Weatherall) and the Leave Them All Behind compilation, which is dead fun indie-dance stuff.

Hilariously, I'm now down to 8stone 6lbs. Below my target weight. HOW IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING?! My mum says I'm starting to look sick and emaciated (lies, I hardly look different at all) and keeps asking how I do it, but I legit don't know. Think my appetite's died, or I'm just dancing about more than usual, because I've been scoffing crisps and chocolate and stuff. Don't really wanna lose any more though, could do with losing a bit more off my thighs and tum, but my wrists, chest and the top of my stomach are starting to look a bit ropey. Kinda hoping I can tone up a bit while maintaining this weight. Don't think I've been this light since I hit puberty. :|