So, I feel I really should have posted after my exam to just reassure myself that it was NOT that bad, even if the second essay may be complete bullshit depending on how the markers decide and that I was so hungry I was going to eat a FUCKING HORSE after the exam. Seriously, why is it I freak out so badly my stomach refuses to let me eat food only to kick up in the last hour of the exam? Not on, stomach, not on. I got so hungry I was going to ask the examiners would they accompany me to the vending machines and watch me stuff my face *____* loving on the junk food *___*. However I didn't. I do have SOME self-restraint....Really! I do!
But I ate and went down to Dave's, completely determined to come back to Sheaf House that night because I was not much fun, in a physical sense. Stupid ovaries! Why you gotta prove I'm not pregnant every month? Actually, screw that, never change, just try to stop fucking with my boy-time?
Of course, that is totally not what happened because after I got something to eat (OM NOM NOM MOTHERFUCKERS, I WAS PREPARED TO EAT A CHILD), I got down there and my brain was like cotton candy. Completely fuzzy and not firing on all cylinders. Dave thought it was sort of adorable. Especially when he insisted on giving me a back massage after I winced fucktons and moaned a little about my poor long-suffering back and my response was "noooooooo i have armpits like the amazooooooooooon :((( baaaaaadddddd". It was true though! That is just not nice!
Then we cuddled and watched a movie. I think. It is all a bit blurry! I do remember ordering chinese and not eating any of it after gorging myself. Then all of a sudden it was 1:30 and I had been there for 7 hours and was pretty much asleep and got a text asking if our mutual friend could stay in my bed if I wasn't planning to come home? So of course I stayed. Bullied into it and all.
Met up with my Lawyer!Emma and had lovely two hour chats and gossiped coming through the park on the way home about some things that were going to be this LJ entry but it is late and I am totally past fuctional coherence. Soon, my pretties.
Hayden, one of my fellow Sheafers and I went to Wendyhouse on Saturday night which is the biggest Alternative night in the North which was awesome. I dressed as a schoolgirl and straightened Hayden's hair! Except I got to Wendyhouse and danced a little too extravangtly with some Animesoc mates so when Dave arrived at midnight or so, I was only on the dancefloor with him for a little bit before my legs went trembly, my stomach started churning, horrific nausea hit and my vision started blacking out at the edges. I hate the way my body copes with Heat Exhaustion. I were far prefer just to faint without hurling my guts up first, thanks >/ So we came off the floor and were off the floor for a good part of the night because I felt quite rough. Stupid body fail.
Although it was not all bad. I met Hayden and Dave outside so I could get fresh air and Hayden could smoke and we stood chatting and passing idle stories and abuse outside for a good hour at least before coming in for the end of the night and dancing.
We ended up with the animesoc crowd again and think we raised a few eyebrows. Hayden was pretty drunk by the time we reached Wendyhouse so he kept pushing Dave and I together and flouncing away telling us to kiss. It was pretty random and hilarious. Except when we got back to Animesoc (and I molested me some spruce_moosk
rude!), Hayden sandwiched Dave in between us and proceeded to sexy!grind on him. And then we swapped to sandwich Hayden. And then I sexy!danced and shook my pretty ample chest at several Animesoc members. Dave got a few looks that he interpreted as "are you going to freak out and get jealous at your girl grinding on everyone around you?" which he didn't. Because, sadly, he knows what I am like. I am all about shaking my boobies about.
Stayed at Dave's, worried about Hayden walking himself home but he was obedient and text me as he was nearly home so it was all okay.
The past few days have been filled with revising for my final exam on Thursday with Hayden, Hannah and our adopted-Sheafhousemate Leah in a valiant effort to NOT fail Narratives of Japanese Modernity without quite knowing what we're supposed to be talking about. Good times. The revision has also been punctuated with random outbursts of song, general madness, movie talk, cake making and being with awesome housefolk.
In conclusion, it has been not so bad these past few days. In fact, I'm feeling pretty lucky to have some of the people I do. Especially now I'm getting to know Leah better. She is hilarious and spunky and secretely a dork underneath her sarcastic exterior.
Speaking of schooling, I have very good reason to believe mikanfox
started classes again today. I'm so thrilled for you darling, I hope it's everything you want it to be. I miss you and that boy of yours. I'm going to be better, I swear it to you.
New term starts on Monday. Sushi-foods with Dave are also before me. I'm planning to spring-clean my wardrobe and maybe start meditation. Things are changing for me. Things have changed for me. And that's okay.