I will keep my post- Arena post short and sweet because I've made lots of posts this week so there isn't too much to catch up on!
Tonight we had a quiz night. Soph made all the questions and the guys upstairs (Simon and Laura) decorated their flat and Jen and I went as google maps, and it worked out really well! Surprisingly well. The other teams were Simon and Lina, who went as monk and nun (which unless you know them and exactly how non virginal they are, its not as funny) and Laura and Welmoed who were jungle themed. Team Holy Rollers bought bread and red wine, Team Jungle made the jungle punch and fruit salad. We brought wedges with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce as our contribution to the party. There was a lot of food and punch and I had a full bottle of alcohol to consume (and I did). The quiz questions were mostly easy, which made it more fun, but it meant that we were all pretty closely scored. We scored with stickers on a board. Our team name was 'quiz in my pants' but later we changed it to suit our theme and became 'no direction'. But JEN, when she picked up the board, before we counted at the end, half the stickers fell off and so we lost by default. This wouldn't bother me so much if the consequence wasn't a shot of cupboard rum.
Later we played a new drinking game 'Arrogance' which basically is this: on your turn, you decide if you are arrogant enough to pour some of your drink into the communal cup. The person on your left flips a coin and you have to call it. If you call correctly, you don't have to drink the communal cup, it passes on to the next person and if you call it wrong, you have to drink. If a few people are arrogant and add the the cup, but call correctly, the cup continues to fill up until eventually someone loses, which is 50/50 chance each time obviously. And it's gross, because nobody wants to drink red wine, mixed with punch (fruit bits included), mixed with cruiser and rum & coke. But people sing at you until you do and you just chug it and it's not so bad. And it's free alcohol. Not that drinking and going out isn't cheap as chips here.
When we were out, Olivia, who is my club buddy, was pretty smashed. Like, not passing out or bad, just drunker than anyone else to the point where as long as you are comparing yourself to Liv, you feel pretty sober. Whenever we go out, we always pair up. Though Jen is my closest friend, when we go out, she tends to stick with Welmoed. Which is fine, she is totally allowed to have other friends. I stick with Liv, who is the cutest, most affectionate drunk. It gets me a bit muddled to be honest, because she's pretty and my friend and whatnot but mostly it's just nice.
I'm home now, talking to Mia, but I literally do not need to hear about another sexual assault on one of my girl friends by a guy I know. There is a branch of my friend group that needs to be cut off and fucking burned, jesus christ.
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Saturday, 22 March 2014
Aspirations and life (hey look I'm actually giving a post a title)
Oh man, guys. Glee. Gleeeeee. GLEEEEEE. G to the L to the E to the E.
Santana and Brittany are back baby. It feels like 2011 again. You should see my Tumblr. Not only is my username no longer cas-wants-the-d-ean, but youmakemybodywakeup (dottumblrdotcom), but I totally changed my theme and my background and header and content. I lost 2 followers overnight but gained 3 so do not give a fuck.
For the next 5 days, it's brittana round the clock.
After that my soul will be in shreds and I'll die the bitter sadness of a broken heart. But today we party for tomorrow we die! The brittana fandom is on fire right now, you don't even know.
Add that to a declining interest in destiel and supernatual and voila. I'm back to the life ruiner that is glee.
Almost two years ago, I wrote this post, and now I'm reading other stories that author wrote. I think I've talked about this briefly before, how every author, every series, every TV universe seems to have it's own rules? Mostly they are just a slight bend from reality, because everyone sees the world just a little differently and their perspective shines through in their writing. Through the details that get lingered over, the importance they hold on singular words or actions, whether parents are vital or irrelevent to teenage protagonists, how deeply people can feel, how life happens, what really matters to people, what is unforgivable, how relationships change and evolve.
Those things aren't universe constants. But when you find authors that nearly match you, that look from the same perspective that you do, you don't let that go. Because they can give you something really special that you can identify yourself and gain inspiration from. I've been reading a fic like that, where Santana and Brittany are living together in New York and they're broken up at this point and it's weird and awkward and there is so much longing and love there. Santana makes Brittany packed lunch every day for college and they have two hour breakfasts at 6am after all night shifts working at a bar and their apartment is full of photos of them goofing off around the city and they are supporting themselves and living and it's so aspirational.
And then I remember that I am in the middle of that right now. Derp. Exeter isn't NYC, but I am living with my best friend (though it's new and beautiful and aw, I've never called Jen that before) and while I'm not in love with her cos we are totes plutonic, we are at the bust-into-each-others-rooms-at-all-hours stage, sometimes with wine, for D&M's and we do discuss spooning on the regular. Tomorrow night we are partners for quiz night and we decided to dress up as Google maps.
I need to appreciate where I am and what I'm doing with my life. We are adorable and yes, I'm not happy in all aspects on my life, particularly mental health with regards to eating and whatever, but things are good and never better and I am so happy with where I am and Jen and my friends and that's why I want to stay.
I get homesick occasionally, late at night. Last time after writing Megan a tearful letter, I ripped a old letter to you-know-who out of the back of my notebook, got some matches and burnt it to ashes. That was impressive. As a total pyro, that made me feel much better. Plus I got it on film so I can go back and watch it whenever I want.
What was the point of this entry again? No idea. Just that this author explains relationships in a way that makes me ache deep in my core with rightness. She gets life, the way I do. It's exciting, that.
Santana and Brittany are back baby. It feels like 2011 again. You should see my Tumblr. Not only is my username no longer cas-wants-the-d-ean, but youmakemybodywakeup (dottumblrdotcom), but I totally changed my theme and my background and header and content. I lost 2 followers overnight but gained 3 so do not give a fuck.
For the next 5 days, it's brittana round the clock.
After that my soul will be in shreds and I'll die the bitter sadness of a broken heart. But today we party for tomorrow we die! The brittana fandom is on fire right now, you don't even know.
Add that to a declining interest in destiel and supernatual and voila. I'm back to the life ruiner that is glee.
Almost two years ago, I wrote this post, and now I'm reading other stories that author wrote. I think I've talked about this briefly before, how every author, every series, every TV universe seems to have it's own rules? Mostly they are just a slight bend from reality, because everyone sees the world just a little differently and their perspective shines through in their writing. Through the details that get lingered over, the importance they hold on singular words or actions, whether parents are vital or irrelevent to teenage protagonists, how deeply people can feel, how life happens, what really matters to people, what is unforgivable, how relationships change and evolve.
Those things aren't universe constants. But when you find authors that nearly match you, that look from the same perspective that you do, you don't let that go. Because they can give you something really special that you can identify yourself and gain inspiration from. I've been reading a fic like that, where Santana and Brittany are living together in New York and they're broken up at this point and it's weird and awkward and there is so much longing and love there. Santana makes Brittany packed lunch every day for college and they have two hour breakfasts at 6am after all night shifts working at a bar and their apartment is full of photos of them goofing off around the city and they are supporting themselves and living and it's so aspirational.
And then I remember that I am in the middle of that right now. Derp. Exeter isn't NYC, but I am living with my best friend (though it's new and beautiful and aw, I've never called Jen that before) and while I'm not in love with her cos we are totes plutonic, we are at the bust-into-each-others-rooms-at-all-hours stage, sometimes with wine, for D&M's and we do discuss spooning on the regular. Tomorrow night we are partners for quiz night and we decided to dress up as Google maps.
I need to appreciate where I am and what I'm doing with my life. We are adorable and yes, I'm not happy in all aspects on my life, particularly mental health with regards to eating and whatever, but things are good and never better and I am so happy with where I am and Jen and my friends and that's why I want to stay.
I get homesick occasionally, late at night. Last time after writing Megan a tearful letter, I ripped a old letter to you-know-who out of the back of my notebook, got some matches and burnt it to ashes. That was impressive. As a total pyro, that made me feel much better. Plus I got it on film so I can go back and watch it whenever I want.
What was the point of this entry again? No idea. Just that this author explains relationships in a way that makes me ache deep in my core with rightness. She gets life, the way I do. It's exciting, that.
Friday, 21 March 2014
Life update
So! Where to begin?
I just had a presentation for my Marketing Management and Strategy module. That is a 3rd (final) year subject that I really was not qualified for seeing as I am really just ready for second year introductory modules but I'm glad I got it out of the way because UOW marketing strategy seems terrifying, because you have to actually create a product and do everything, whereas we did a simulation with a product already given to us, and then we just had to decide over 7 periods of 3 months each, how to market it successfully i.e. units produced, how much money spend on advertising, R&D, market research, invested etc. After each period, we saw our figures (so, so many figures) and adjusted accordingly, so we'd beat out our competition. In our industry, we did well, increasing our share price 10 fold to over 10 pounds, though we were 2nd in the market by the end.
We had a group of seven, and I was the coordinator which meant it was up to me to send in all our final decisions and basically organise the group. I did a decent job. For the presentation, we didn't all need to speak but I volunteered because as much as I hate public speaking, I hate leaving my work in other peoples hands. So, Ollie, Ohi and I spoke on our groups behalf. We weren't the most creative presentation but I think all the presenting I've been doing over here (every fucking week in at least one class) has made me stammer less and made me a tad more confident in that way.
Why am I telling you about this? I don't know. I am procrastinating not only actually doing all the things I need to do, but talking about them.
I have told my Mum finally about extending my exchange and she told me my Centrelink has been reinstated (!!!) so that's like the greatest thing. Found $1500 extra in my bank account yesterday so that's never negative.
This is the list I have for extending.
I just had a presentation for my Marketing Management and Strategy module. That is a 3rd (final) year subject that I really was not qualified for seeing as I am really just ready for second year introductory modules but I'm glad I got it out of the way because UOW marketing strategy seems terrifying, because you have to actually create a product and do everything, whereas we did a simulation with a product already given to us, and then we just had to decide over 7 periods of 3 months each, how to market it successfully i.e. units produced, how much money spend on advertising, R&D, market research, invested etc. After each period, we saw our figures (so, so many figures) and adjusted accordingly, so we'd beat out our competition. In our industry, we did well, increasing our share price 10 fold to over 10 pounds, though we were 2nd in the market by the end.
We had a group of seven, and I was the coordinator which meant it was up to me to send in all our final decisions and basically organise the group. I did a decent job. For the presentation, we didn't all need to speak but I volunteered because as much as I hate public speaking, I hate leaving my work in other peoples hands. So, Ollie, Ohi and I spoke on our groups behalf. We weren't the most creative presentation but I think all the presenting I've been doing over here (every fucking week in at least one class) has made me stammer less and made me a tad more confident in that way.
Why am I telling you about this? I don't know. I am procrastinating not only actually doing all the things I need to do, but talking about them.
I have told my Mum finally about extending my exchange and she told me my Centrelink has been reinstated (!!!) so that's like the greatest thing. Found $1500 extra in my bank account yesterday so that's never negative.
This is the list I have for extending.
- Seeking permission (in writing) from your Sub-Dean to stay on Exchange for an additional session. Please copy me into the email correspondence with the Sub-Dean.
- Seeking additional subject approvals for your second session; you can do this by emailing a new Advanced Standing form, together with the relevant subject descriptions to your UOW Faculty. Again please copy me into any approvals so that I have a record on your file.
- Ensuring you successfully complete all subjects attempted while on Exchange this session. We will need to see proof of your grades as soon as they become available.
- Seeking approval from your host University’s Study Abroad & Exchange Office to stay there for an additional session. (Please forward approval to our office).
- Extending your student visa. If you have any questions about your student visa, I would suggest that you ask the Study Abroad & Exchange Office at your host university about this.
- Extending your travel insurance - remember you are only covered by UOW insurance for the first 180 days of your Exchange. You will need to provide proof of additional insurance cover to our office.
Urgh, it's a lot. Tomorrow I will start searching modules and working out what I can get approved. Then I will email them to my course coordinator for signatures and email the sub dean for permission.
Awkwardly, I still haven't got full permission for this semesters subjects, I've been lazy, even though they did say to get subjects approved ASAP. Whatever, YOLO.
Will sort out tomorrow arvo.
At Uni tomorrow, I will go to the Student Info Desk and book an appointment to talk to an advisor about my visa. Oh my god, look at me acting like a real adult.
Travel insurance can wait, it's not particularly urgent and passing my subjects isn't really relevant, either I will or I won't, but I have no reason to think that will be a problem.
Then ONCE all the other stuff is done, I will seek permission from Exeter to stay longer. And by that, I mean, I will email before the end of the month, because after that, I am in Portugal and shit gets cray.
Actually, let me tell you about that! Actually, I am just copying and pasting what I sent to my Dad last night so if there is a tone change, that'd be why.
I've booked my flights for Portugal for the 30th of March which is exciting, my friends and I are going to have a whole villa so ourselves and because it's still a few weeks before tourist season really starts, we got it soooo cheaply, less than half the price it is during peak. It'll definitely be cool to see a different country, even if it'll be more a relaxing beach holiday than a tourist one. Hopefully the language barrier isn't much of a problem.
After getting back from Portugal on the 4th of April, I go to Wales on the 5th. I waste no time obviously. That's for a class of mine, I basically didn't have lectures all term, but the whole class is just one week of intensive work. But it's going to be a lot of fun as well, and best of all, it's free :) Well, obviously I am still paying for it in terms of a regular uni class, but the field trip part, which costs the uni per person 400 pounds, is totally subsidised. I wasn't sure originally if that was a case and for awhile it seemed like we'd have to pay 100 but found out today that nope, it'll all good. So that's a bit of saved money, always good.
Then after getting back from there on the 12th of April, Jen and I are going to Ireland on the 14th for a week. We're going to be staying with Mary, who is Mum's cousin. I met her a few years ago when she stayed with us in Austraila and she said I was welcome to bring a friend or two so I invited Jen. So we'll be staying in Cork and I should meet most of the people there that I am related to and I'll be there for Easter which will be nice.
After that I think I will come home and die of exhaustion from all the travelling but that's when I'll have to start studying for exams :) Those are in May but should be alright.
So.... yeah. Times ahead are both exciting and intimidating and stressful but not too bad! Mostly good and fun and chill and yeah, things are good.
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
Though I don't have my laptop to type on and have to use my phone, it's Saturday night which means post-Arena post is a must. Need to keep up the tradition.
I am just happy. Things are very positive. My biggest new thing is that Jen has persuaded me that I want to stay for another semester here. I do, a lot. See, Simon is already here for a year, he's already sorted cos it was always his plan. Therefore he has the right visa. And Jen has dual citizenship so there is no problem but I do not and if I am required to fly home to Australia, in order to sort out a new visa, that wouldn't be possible. I am just keen to stay though. Fuck money, I could make it work if I got a job and loans, whatever.
I love Jen to bits. If she and Simon both stay, it will be devastated. Living with Jen is my favourite thing and once we are home, even if we both go home in July (looking more unlikely by the day), I won't get to see her every day and live with her and have D&M's together all the time and drink upstairs with the gang and once I'm home, I will never get to live with roommates again because I live in the best position and situation possible, how could I possibly justify living with friends in a worse off position for more money? But if I stay, we would move into a student accomm rented house and just have the greatest time of our lives and I just feel like it would be worth it, if I could swing it...
Mostly I'd just fucking miss Jen. While already I have been contemplating how I would mix my best friends from home with her and how I would meet hers, it's just not ideal and she will end up living in the UK full time eventually and I really want to just make the most of having her close. It's phenomenal how close we have become and how much I just want her to be my best friend forever.
Plus, a friend of mine will be here next semester and I want to show her everything and be a part of all her experiences.
So yeah, that's happening. Maybe.
I am just happy. Things are very positive. My biggest new thing is that Jen has persuaded me that I want to stay for another semester here. I do, a lot. See, Simon is already here for a year, he's already sorted cos it was always his plan. Therefore he has the right visa. And Jen has dual citizenship so there is no problem but I do not and if I am required to fly home to Australia, in order to sort out a new visa, that wouldn't be possible. I am just keen to stay though. Fuck money, I could make it work if I got a job and loans, whatever.
I love Jen to bits. If she and Simon both stay, it will be devastated. Living with Jen is my favourite thing and once we are home, even if we both go home in July (looking more unlikely by the day), I won't get to see her every day and live with her and have D&M's together all the time and drink upstairs with the gang and once I'm home, I will never get to live with roommates again because I live in the best position and situation possible, how could I possibly justify living with friends in a worse off position for more money? But if I stay, we would move into a student accomm rented house and just have the greatest time of our lives and I just feel like it would be worth it, if I could swing it...
Mostly I'd just fucking miss Jen. While already I have been contemplating how I would mix my best friends from home with her and how I would meet hers, it's just not ideal and she will end up living in the UK full time eventually and I really want to just make the most of having her close. It's phenomenal how close we have become and how much I just want her to be my best friend forever.
Plus, a friend of mine will be here next semester and I want to show her everything and be a part of all her experiences.
So yeah, that's happening. Maybe.
Friday, 14 March 2014
~~ This is an old post I found in my drafts. Maybe I planned to add more to it but I've forgotten now so have at it ~~
I don't feel like there's anything wrong with one night stands. Jenna Marbles has this one video, basically full to the brim of slut shaming. I was browsing old Laci Green Sex+ videos for the funzies, and I came across her reply to it. I liked it at the time
Because Jenna basically just says that, to quote John Mayer, 'your body is a wonderland and it's up to you where it's VIP or a themepark where kids get in for free on Sundays.'
It's just an extension of the 'dirty' imagery that goes along with slutshaming. Having sex doesn't make you dirty, it just doesn't. There isn't a store of old semen that just gets stuck up there from all the other dudes you dicked, which kind of eliminates all the 'which drink would you rather, the one that's unopened or the one that some random already drank from?' metaphors.
Not only is that metaphor so off base but this isn't used as a defence against male virginity. Strictly about controlling the sexual choices of women.
Slut shaming is about respect. If you only respect women who have sex the way you think is acceptable, you do not respect women because your respect is something to be earned and/or taken away once a woman acts in a way you don't agree with.
In my view, I have done two things with, according to varying people's personal definitions would make me a slut.
1) Made out and unashamedly flirted for 6 months with a guy with a girlfriend.
2) Had a one night stand with a hottie-with-a-body that resulted from nothing more than attraction to his kissing style, his endearing way of finding me sexy, and the fact that he was staying in a hotel a five minute walk from both the club and my house.
Do I regret either of these things, even a little bit?
Not. At. All. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I did, because the second half of year 12 was the best time I had at school over the entire 13 year period and damn, but I really like boys that can kiss well.
As far as the first one goes, I think it makes me less of a slut and more of a bad person. But I don't pretend to be perfect, it made me happy and I think it made me happier than it made his girlfriend sad... (and in the end, me sadder than her as well). Besides, I don't think it's wrong to be selfish when it comes to being happy and sometimes you have to go for things.
That's an old argument really. The fact is that it's never bothered me and I don't feel guilty now for not feeling guilty then. I can accept judgement from other people for attempted boyfriend stealing I suppose, though not if it comes without equal or more heavily weighted judgement for the boyfriend because if the judgement is about defending the girlfriend, it wasn't me who made a commitment to her, that was his end of it. Girls aren't guilty of 'seducing' faithful guys, if they come, they do it willingly and make their own choices, simple as that.
And the second one. The amount of dicks I decide I want to have in me, on me, or around me and the amount of people I have naked fun with, doesn't define anything about who I am or the type of girl I am. Sex isn't something to be ashamed of or feel guilty about. It's just nice.
And if I don't happen to know or love or see again the people I fuck, that shouldn't matter in someone else's judgement of me. And it's not their place to decide how risky my decisions are, how much I value myself, or if the reason I do it is because I'm sad or lonely. Like, if those are the only emotions you can imagine as precursors to sex, I feel just as sorry for you as you feel for me.
Sex being about love is a society driven idea. It's not any more natural or moral to only be with people you love. I respect people who wait, I respect people who don't. I'd totally like to be with someone I love, it's a main goal of mine. But even if it wasn't, regardless of your opinion on my choices, I expect respect.
Thursday, 13 March 2014
Like, I am planning on learning basic guitar so I can sing and strum 'The Best Day' for my Mum by the 29th of March and Megan's birthday is April and I want to do 'Hey Steven/ Hey Megan for that and so here is one of the many, many many many fail whale takes. So many times, especially when I was still learning the lyrics I would sing the first line wrong and just trail off and be like 'FUCK'. I could make a compilation video of just me swearing every time I screw up. Since full songs (aka good versions) are too long for blogger to let me upload them, here is me being the weirdo I am when alone at 3am.
Sunday, 9 March 2014
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.
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
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