This past month I've been very studious, read a fair few Victorian novels (including two 800+ page monsters) Quite enjoying uni the now, although I've got an essay due this Friday that I'm not loving.... I foolishly spent last week's reading week working extra shifts/lazing about reading Wuthering Heights, which isn't even one of the texts I'm using. Ah well. We don't actually HAVE to hand an essay in, but if we do we'll get it back marked so we can tart it up before we hand it in properly, so there's NO WAY i'm not doing it.
On a semi-related note I've been listening to hunners of Kate Bush.
Not really been partying that much this month. Saw Caitlin on Saturday but we were just on the booze, and home by 2. The stuff that's been floating about lately doesn't have much of a kick to it, is a bit nauseating and causes THE WORST insomnia, so it's like... what's the point? During the holidays I didn't really mind wasting entire days feeling like shit but now it seems like a total waste of time I could spend reading or doing something productive. Old lady, here. My waistline's clearly not loving all this "being sensible" malarkey, I'm back up to 8st 8lbs.
My bumblebee costume EVENTUALLY arrived so I got to wear it for Halloween, huzzah! Didn't party for it, but worked Optimo Espookio and the Catwalk on the Wednesday. The latter shift was dire cos I was dying from the previous night (Tani's birthday, Buff Club, made it home by 3 but had hellish insomnia, managed to watch THREE series of Peepshow) but it was just a wee baby 5-hour one, so it was awright. Also scored some free booze for having 1 of the 3 best costumes. (Y)
Next weekend I'm working every shift then the weekend after I've got a HOLIDAY to help my parents relocate to Dunoon. Madness.
Keith's still snoozing and Lola's making herself a den. I'm envious of both.
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