Current mood:	good
Current music:	The Unforgettable Fire - U2 (ah, memories...)

After I wrote that last entry I was feeling pretty down, so crawled into bed resigning myself to an evening in. BUT a mere five minutes of moping later Fiona texted back about going out, so within a few hours I was showered, tarted up, and on my way to the flat with a big bottle of vodka. Hurrah! Ended up being a really cracking impromptu night. Met up with a portion of the forum Subcrawl, went on a mission to meet Lisa's Irish flatmate, hooked up with Rach and Ali (I remember she told me she read this, so HI ALI :D add me cos I don't know your LJ address) and ended up hitting the Cathouse. Haven't been there in about 9 months and I can get a bit nervous round folk I don't know well, so I wasn't sure if I'd be into it, but the girls were on such good form that it ended up being amazing. Although I must make efforts to avoid doing shite pointy-hand-dancing in future. I'd planned to head back to the flat but was feeling a bit weird by the end so figured I'd head home... couldn't get a taxi so dived into the club for a bit. Ended up helping clear up (?!) and getting a drink or two... *nearly* hit a party but was pretty straight by that point, so opted to be sensible and was home by 7ish.

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Sunday I woke up after a shit 3 hours sleep, so spent the day in a bit of a dwam. Cleaning and reading. Watched The Good Girl again (so amazing / depressing) then - since I seldom get Sunday nights off - decided I MUST go out, even though I was feeling rubbish. Texted a bunch of folk and got myself all glammed up (my mum accused me of "losing the plot") before realising I was dead on my feet. Was in bed by 10, score.

Monday was uni n stuff. Met up with Rea for a drink, it's been AGES. I'd left my wee party kit at home and had dressed as a total scruffbag so I wouldn't be too tempted to go clubbing afterwards, but after some cider and cocktails we still debated it. Eventually ended up getting chips cheese and curry sauce (a gross version) then the train home. It SEEMED a sensible idea, but I ate the world on my arrival home, then had a horrible dream about fat obese Goths having an orgy in the Arches. (Link to Octopussy anyone...?) Woke up about 3 and couldn't sleep again for ages.

Tuesday was uni and lots of reading Villette. Worked a 6-10 shift, I'd asked to do 5-9 instead but the manager never got back to me. After work I changed and crammed it down to the Barfly for Stevie's band. Didn't manage to get a discount ticket but the band were cracking and it was only a fiver, so I ain't complaining. Loadsa work folk hit the Buff Club afterwards, thought the music'd be shite but turned out to be an amazing night. Although I think I might've been a bit sleazy on some of the boys from work: well done, Sarah. :-| Afterwards everyone fired up to Andy's for a party, was amazing til some big fake fight thing caused loadsa tension and ruined the vibe. Stayed til about midday on Wednesday (was feeling pretty straight by the end, but had lost the power of speech) then fired home for a few hours kip before my screening. Amazingly I made it up for it, unfortunately it was The Worst Thing Ever. 2 history shows, on Puritanism in America and 15th century Britain respectively. IT'S NOT EVEN LIKE WE'RE STUDYING THAT. Spent the whole thing in a wee daydream, only phasing in for such delights as "they cut off his hands, feet and testicles... then hung the genitals from his nose" Lovely.

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Wednesday night I was sposed to be hitting the Cathouse with the girls from Saturday, but was still feeling ruined from the previous night. Thinking back on this week I've been astonishingly sensible.

Thursday was at uni most of the day, was sposed to be the Artschool with Lana in the evening but haven't heard from her since last weekend. Instead I booked Lo and I in to see Cashback at the GFT. I knew it was the first of the Film Festival but I didn't realise it was a proper big premiere, all the celebs from the movie were there and there were speeches beforehand. (Of course, Lo and I had gone looking like total scruffbags. Nice.) Lovely wee film, anyway. Went back to the flat and played with Catmonster, I'm gonna LOVE having her as a second flatmate.

Friday night I was working, but the club was so dead I got sent home at 1. Went to Lo's, snoozed til 8, came home, snoozed til 12, then went out with the family. And this is the big news. WE NOW HAVE A FLAT! All the paperwork came through the other day but this was the first time Lo and I had seen it. (A bit of a weird way to do it, I know, but we didn't make the first viewing and we knew it'd get snapped up if we didn't put an offer in.) It's BY FAR the best we've looked at - loadsa space, beautifully finished, great lighting, bedrooms the same size - and in a great location. (3 minute walk to work? Yes, please.) Worked out all my finances the other night, it's gonna be a bit tough paying the mortgage and bill and stuff without either a student loan or an overdraft on my bank account, but I'll be able to make it if I pick up even one extra shift at work. Sposed to be moving in at the end of March. Cannae wait!

Tonight it's Death Disco with Lo, then possibly Monox. Yay!