My head is blocked, my nose is blocked and my chest is blocked. I’m feeling shit and I’ve been leaving Freshers Week behind because I’m too sick to party. This is not fun. Plus, I have no internet connection in my hall which is killing my link to the outside world. Funny that.
Just had my first Chinese class. Fantastic – turns out that for one semester of classes the books are going to cost £48. Just what I needed – some nice overpriced dead trees. Damn it, as though I don’t have any other classes to worry about buying shit for.
On the other hand, have just confirmed that I’ve got a job working a reception desk 4:30-10:30 wednesday nights, which is fantastic. They say that most of the time you can just read your books and stuff, there’s not much to do. I asked my boss on our ‘introduction’ evening why the ‘supervisor’ can’t just do it all – he didn’t really have much of an answer – I’m thinking there’s really not much will to work hard there. The supervisor sits in the office looking over what the receptionist does and then sometimes goes onto the sports fields (that’s what we’re managing) to see what’s going on. Why they couldn’t just lock the office for five minutes whilst they check out the ‘outside world’ is beyond me – and it seems, beyond them too.
It gives me a job anyway so I’m happy; starts Wednesday which is good – means there’s a chance I won’t get overdrawn in the first two weeks of Uni. Fantastic.
Just let’s wait until week three.

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And this place is at one moment completely fcuked up, and another moment appears to be the most fabulous place you could imagine. It’s been a whacky few days and I feel like I’m eleven again, walking into secondary school all over again with a dorky haircut and new shoes – only this time there are 8,000 other people doing the same thing at the same time, so it’s not so bad.
They always say that making friends at Uni is difficult – perhaps it’s just the fag in me, but since I seem to introduce myself to everyone I see, I don’t seem to be having that problem. Funny eh! I’m just waiting to turn around and see that in fact, though I thought I was surrounded by friends, they’ve all gone to the bar without me and forgotten what the fuss was about… “there was a guy called patrick? – how odd!”

And the whole alcohol poisoning thing is really overrated – I spent two hours last night coaxing one of my friends into drinking sugared water and cookies – she’d had quite a bit to drink – the beginning of which was half a bottle of Schnappes – and that’s 500ml she had there – no joke.

I feel so worthy, and knackered.

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and my eyes are killing me.
The other day my dad said to me “so, do your sisters know about your gayness”, and I go, completely unfazed, “yeah…”.
I couldn’t believe it! He works in a fucking education department for god’s sake…. “your gayness” – I love that, it’s like the queen!!!
I saw two guys from my old school today, at this club in my uni…. they’re still hot… fucking hot… though now, I don’t care about coming on to them – if they don’t like it, they just have to say so!

Enjoy boys!

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