So, apparently my new blogging method is wait until I come home after Arena on a Saturday night and ramble on. I am okay with this. Please understand though, the willpower it is taking me not to put everything in capslock because I am sorely tempted. That is how everything sounds in my head.

I am just happy.  When Chelsea came to England, she realised that she drank too much and realised that when she got home she would want to cut down and just go now and then, not every weekend, but I am the opposite so far. I want to go out at least once a week. We go hard and we predrink upstairs in Flat 16. Like today I got a Smirnoff bottle, I don't know, I had some of Jen's last week, it tastes like lemonade and is delicious. It only has like 2.6 standard drinks in the whole bottle though.

I drank all of that, and then I had about 6 Jagerbombs in the club. I am a little frightened because one of the girls in the group linked us to an article which was about a girl who had 10 and when she was coming down from the high of that many energy drinks, she had a heart attack and was put into a coma for 3 weeks. So I didn't want to have any more than 6. But I also had one vodka shot with a jagerbomb chaser. I always know that the more you mix alcohols, the drunker you tend to get. If you just did 10 vodka shots, you wouldn't get half as drunk as you would if half were rum.

Dear God, I love 1 pound drinks on a Saturday night. Sure, the dance floor isn't exactly full but it is literally 5 times cheaper than at home, where a Jagerbomb costs $10.

I have had a good week this week. I had an essay due which took up most of my time, but I got it done, literally handing it in the absolute last second it was due. Gasping like I'd run a cross country, I got to the Washington Singer building holding my essay, dripping in sweat as the clock hit 3pm. Thank fuck they accepted it as on time.

Today all eight of my group of friends went to Exmouth by train. It isn't that far away, but I hadn't gone before. It's on the coast so we walked along the beach and ended up getting fish and chips and had a jolly good time. It was so bad though, I stayed up Friday night until 7:30am reading Game of Thrones, and woke up at 10 so I didn't exactly have a good nights rest. Thankfully I didn't really feel the effects, and still haven't (though the 4 or 5 cans of red bull I've consumed in the last 3 hours probably account for that). I just feel on top of the world.

I have worked out my limits and I know exactly how much I can handle to feel fucking awesome and have the best time. I never did that at home, I just never had the chance to really experiment and work it out.

Jen bought One Direction masks at the 99p store this week so we all grabbed one and wore them out tonight. I had Niall and it was just so funny and fun and gave us confidence to just be as lame as possible

I was also able to arrange for us to go in the photo booth. It only costs 2 pounds and it just gives us such good memories to keep and cherish. Last time I got photos with Chelsea, this time with Jen and Olivia. Eventually, as I become closer to the others, I will get photo strips with them too. They are great to put up on my wall and eventually put up in my scrapbook.

We have fun.

I like Exeter and my friends and my life. My head is buzzing like crazy but not in a bad way.

I don't intend to be 'the girl who goes out clubbing' because I certainly don't feel like that, but I like that I can go out and it can be fun and it can be something I enjoy.

Tomorrow at 11 I have touch footy. I don't know if I will be awake in time or feeling like going but hopefully I will, because do want to give footy a go.

Okay, Lucy out xx