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...

I don't want to update, mummy don't make me

What am I saying, my mother doesn't make me update my blog. I don't think she even knows it exists. Whatever. But yeah, I'm really, really tired and didn't particularly want to update right now. I just want to sleep. Or have a bath, or maybe sleep in the bath (don't worry I have a blow-up neck pillow, there's very little chance of me drowning at all). I'm very tired because I didn't get home till very late last night, like, 04:30 late. Consequently I had real trouble waking up this morning, despite of my brother's very deliberate bellowing whilst playing on COD.

We missed the 14:00 showing of Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows (just for your information imdb.com gave the film a pretty spiffy 7.8 out of 10, wow imdb-ers you sure enjoyed Robert Downey Jnr's cavorting, didn't you?) so got the bus into town to go to the showing an hour later. This of course meant we went to KFC for luncheon, an excellent and delicious choice indeed, and then on to see the film! I have to say I really enjoyed it, but I'd anticipated that as I loved the first one so much. I thought the plot was darned exciting, and I liked it when Mary got thrown out of the moving train.. I also liked Stephen Fry's Myecroft (and his butler Stanley, I could have laughed out loud at the "where are you going?!" bit) and the world war theme running through it. Could have chucked my cinnamon popcorn up at the "who is the fisherman and who is the trout" hook bit though, it was pretty intense to say the least.

Pizza Express have got a new boy, and oh my! isn't he a cutie? Yes, yes he is actually, he was very pleasant both to talk to and to look at, and he suggested we use another 241 ticket and get a free salad to have with our pizzas as it would cost the same as the pizzas on their own. The best bit was the super lime-filled carafe of water and the "Promotional savings £31.20" when the bill only came to £26.40 to actually cough up. We gave him a nice tip (which is probably the only reason he was lovely, but I'm not bothered, he made me feel happy okay).

I'm tired now. It's only just turned nine and I am seriously tempted to just turn in for the night right now. Not even joking.

I TOLD YOU I WAS RUBBISH AT THIS STUFF.

I've no idea what to do, should I be reviewing things, should I be doing crafty things, or taking pictures or writing poetry?!? I DON'T KNOW. It's been 5 days since I updated, so clearly I'm not very good at keeping up with this either. Let's see... what's happened over the past few days?

Well, we had a very special holiday known to all as "New Year", it's essentially a celebration of human's ability to CONTROL TIME AND SPAAAAACE! Oh, no. Hold on a second, I'm pretty sure this year is a "leap year" which is just evidence of the fact we can't actually control space and time, in fact, leap years are just a massive cover up for the fact that the calendar doesn't technically work at all. I mean how inconsiderate, people have their BIRTHDAYS on a day that doesn't even technically exist 3 out of every 4 years. Seems stupid to me.
Of course all New Years' really represents is another excuse to get hah-mmerred. And in due keeping with earthly tradition I myself got a little squiffy.

I say a little, I was rip-roaring shit-faced and I don't care who knows it. I textually assaulted several good friends, lost at junior monopoly and almost bust my nose open balancing on my hands. Then I felt shit on New Years' Day of course, and spent the entire time wrapped in a blanket, only emerging at 9 o'clock to go harrass my friend, watch films and eat ice-cream. I think the harassment was the most successful portion of the evening, we left him with a headache and two empty tubs of Ben & Jerry's (Phish food is categorically the best, don't even try to argue with me) and I can now say with glee "Yes, yes I have watched Rush Hour 3, what a superb moving picture."

Looking through my notes I've found several doodles of great beauty and worth, and I thought I'd share some with you today.

Here we appear to have a jellyfish and a one-eyed fish, and a dedication to my friend.

Here we have some things, one of which things is a leek with a face. One of the others is "not-a-goose" (There's no geese in Genoese...) and some strange striped fox-dog-cat-bear saying hello to my friend. And a signature that looks nothing like my actual signature.

I just got some correspondence that means I may have more plans for tonight, other than going to a friend's for tea. More LOTR by the sounds of it! :D HUZZAH.
We'll see anyway. Ugh. I should probably rethink this whole blogging thing. I'll research... TO THE INTERNETS!