Easter

 I've done the brilliant thing and managed to contract an illness just before I go home again! Excellently executed, couldn't have done it in better time! This time though, it's pretty certain (minus the doctors appointment that's happening tomorrow) that it's tonsillitis. You've got to laugh though haven't you! Hahahaha!

 I'm currently sat in bed with Raef (just to top it all, there was no better company going round) and trying to hammer out a German review. Of course, when I say trying, I mean that I'm doing this instead. Now he's going to put his music on... oh good. His 'calm music' is RARI WORKOUT. Loving this. You know the old saying, if you've got a headache - put dubstep on! Raef is on the bus to BANTERBURY.

 Here's a snap from us earlier, when he came in and fell asleep on me while I watched Fifty Shades - which is suitably and comfortingly as bad as I had imagined it would be. Her laugh is very irritating.

I've also got a whacking temperature so I'm half in a very warm 'onezie' and half taking it off to reveal my leggings and t-shirt every 5 minutes.

 But it's fine. Because I'm practically done for Easter now and once I've got antibiotics tomorrow I'll feel better. There's no problems films and Raef can't fix! Thank god for that!

Swings and Roundabouts

 Life is full of ups and downs generally, and it's pretty difficult to understand why it happens that way. Why one year can be awful, or a few months, or weeks. But things do have a funny way of sorting themselves out.

 Turns out I made a right tit of my student finance, by applying for my tuition fees through England instead of Wales, so my parents are wading through paperwork to try and undo this error... sorry mum.

 Been sorting my life out the past couple of days, need to get a cafe job or something to help with money. Also have a few deadlines coming up so it's the library for me tomorrow. Crazy busy weekend though, it's fight night on Friday, they're holding a mock boxing night at union which has sold out - should be brill. Then Saturday it might be union with a friend who's normally working, and this coming tuesday is a boat party for the halls.

 All very exciting. The elections for JCR positions have meant that propaganda has been everywhere for the past few days, posters and post-it notes, scary edited pictures and tall angry south africans. Life.

Guest Writers

 I want to thank Raef for his most recent addition to my blog. It's an absolute honour to have a guest writer on here, it has been a while. I may get someone else to write soon. His post was of course, not true.

 He's also been bugging me because I haven't written about him, so this post will now be dedicated to Raef.

 Raef is a friend from my halls at university. He's borderline ADHD, very fidgety, doesn't wear shoes, rubs his dirty feet all over everyone's bed and is a disgusting eater. He also needs surgery to fix his nose because his breathing is THE LOUDEST SOUND IN THE BUILDING. But unfortunately these habits are accepted by everyone because we love him. Whether it's his little skits: 'don't touch me here, don't touch me there, don't touch me in my no no square.' or his jokes: 'What's the difference between your mum and a bowling ball? Nothing, they both get fingered and chucked down an alley.' we really do love him.

 He just followed me into Milly's room to work and is now watching the Lion King with his head phones on and BREATHING REALLY LOUDLY.

 This is what he looks like. We love him. RAEF FOR SOCIAL SEC!

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Going Out Sober

 Every time I tell myself I'm going to stay in and avoid the killer hangover the next day, in the hope that I will actually do my work, the inevitable happens. Saturday night, I had plans to go to the library the next day and blast through an essay due in for Friday with Bea. I was coming back on a train from London, having felt faint and sick all day, and Milly texted me to say she was coming out. So I thought there'd be no harm in going out sober...

...didn't last long.

 When you think about it sensibly, it's never going to be a good time if you're sober and your mates are trolleyed. Realistically, as it turned out, you find yourself pushing through the middle of the dance floor, having never noticed when intoxicated before just how wet you get from the smear of everyone's sweaty backs. Desperately hoping to get outside and some air, when your friend drunkenly starts arguing with you about something you're not drunk enough to care about.

 Saturday was alright in the end, because seconds in to arriving, sober, at the union I bump into Bea, who's said we'll hunker down in paperwork the next day, and she's completely gone. Collapsing laughing on you on the dance-floor as you shout 'library tomorrow then'. Maybe not, as it turns out. She then went outside for some air and 5 minutes later me and three other boys were trying to twist her stiletto out of a drainage system, whilst she was howling with laughter.

 That was the point this weekend where I thought 'screw it, I'm having a drink'.