Aw look, seeing as I've just posted a link to this blog on my tumblog I thought I would do you guys a wee update. No, that isn't an update on my wees (although I did just go, how exciting!) it's just a little update because I've not re-heeeeally got that much to tell you. It's friday. I've missed 3 hours of lectures this week, and it's only first week so that really isn't very good, is it?

Yep, missed 2nd Rise and Origins of Aegean Civilisation lecture yesterday at 13:00 to come home and try to sleep off the massive brain-fog I had going on (not too sure if it was all that successful) and then ordered Pizza Hut, with special request to knock a tune on the door (HE ACTUALLY DID IT TOO!) and settled down to watch Bridesmaids, which I have to say is BLOODY HILARIOUS. Favourite scene, gotta be the food poisoning one, especially at the end when Lillian is in the middle of the road. HERE'S A TASTER (if that's what you wanna call it, considering the content.)

don't worry, it's not graphic!

I meant to have an early night last night as I'm going to London to see Charlotte for her birthday in a couple of hours! But ended up awake till 02:00 :( that however, was not the reason for me missing my 2 hour lecture on Archaeological Ceramics, I blame that entirely on the Nottingham Transport system, not one, but two number 34 buses passed me at the stop and refused to pick me up. Too full you see, and I'd left it too late to get over to campus, I would have been about forty minutes late or something ridiculous. (that's a lie, I'd have been half an hour late at most...) But yeah, I didn't go to that one either, three 9ams in a row was just too much for me to handle I guess. 

Now I'm just sat in my room, mostly chilling, stressing a little about London, especially as Charlotte hasn't text me back to say she'll get me from the train station, potentially very awkward if I just end up stood in St Pancras for 3 hours waiting. YOU BETTER NOT LET ME DOWN BUDDY. God knows you've done it before. Maybe not quite on this magnitude, but fingers crossed all will go well. And I won't get mugged/killed/raped/end up addicted to crack and selling myself on the mean streets of London. I need to go rescue my jeans from the dryer/put them in for another hour. We'll see. Then I might have a nap, so I'm not knackered tonight. Should be good really, I'm excited.

AND I NEED TO REMEMBER TO POST THIS LETTER, AND BUY SOME SHERRY FOR PRE-DRINKS. Ahah, yes, I drink sherry, I am in fact an eighty year old woman. I smell like mothballs and L'Air du Temps.

This is a stupid post, sorry guys, my coherency has dropped somewhat, I wonder why...