Thank God that ball ache is over.
Ugly skin was ugly and confusing.
On to the disappointing blog!
Firstly it's late. Secondly Josh's was long and actually said things.
This won't be.
Thirdly why is the music quality on this song so poor when it's from the record company's official YouTube account? Domino Records sort your shit out.
Also, SORRY DAVID I failed at your task. I forgot about the 'no people' business, and realise now how hard mine sucked. Especially my first choice, which now looks like a rather large (but unintentional) FU.
But, Josh's task.
Favourite places:
1) The living room in my flat.
Essentially, if I am in, I am in here. I like my room because I filled the walls with lovely things so I can look back and remember all the lovely times. BUT IT'S SO FUCKING COLD IN THERE. Also quite lonely, my flatmates seem afraid to enter.
So I love my living room. I get to see everyone as they come in and out, we all eat together in here, and have people over, and drink together and have film nights and play game nights. And the sofas are reet comfy.
Most days I tend to get back from lectures and set up shop here for the rest of the day.
2) The Vic
Overtaken the Wheatie has my home. I love Wacky Wednesdays, more than I can explain. More than any pub night I've found in Edinburgh. I love the staff there, I love seeing music there and film nights. Although, mistakenly bought a G&T and nearly cried at the price. Expensive pub.
3) Barbury Castle
Best place for walks and late night drives. Many many good times and lots of lovely associations. From way way back with Nijmegan training walks when I was trekking up that thing every weekend. Trips back to Swindon seem wasted if I don't get up there at least once.
4) The Hive
YEAH IT'S A SHIT HOLE, WHATEVS.
It's a terrible club in Edinburgh. But I'm always there, and I'm not even sorry. I love it. One day I shall produce a montage of all my official Hive photos. Cheap drinks, slimy slimy floors, sometimes good music, sometimes awful, sometimes they play the Cha Cha Slide.
"Fuck it. Let's go to The Hive."
It's kinda an Edinburgh Uni catchphrase.
They've started interviewing people outside: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=pRTsxoAp8uQ
5) Can I just say Edinburgh?
I love walking down the street and just being able to smile because the city around me is so gorgeous.
Now onto my week. Which has actually been lovely.
Lovely enough to warrant a day-by-day break down.
Wednesday.
After blogging and dinner at Sarah's went to Itchy Feet (Itchy Scrot) with Brogan and Sarah. Danced for a while, danced with lots of people, but mostly drank Jagerbombs and bitched with Brogan and Sarah.
Came back and woke up all my flat and drank lots of gin.
Thursday.
Skipped lectures.
MIRANDA ARRIVED. Had everyone over and baked two lasagnes for the occasion. Had also previously baked three cakes in anticipation of Miranda's arrival.
A lemon drizzle cake in the shape of an 'I'
A strawberry cheesecake with a strawberry coulis '<3'
A chocolate orange cake with the word 'Miranda' written in cream on top.
CAN YOU GUESS WHAT IT SAID?
Then me, Miranda, Richard, John and some others went first the Liquid (great music, empty club) and then onto the Hive.
Home for lasagne and gin. Did the splits to prove I could. Painful.
Friday.
Skipped lectures. But went to practical. (Dissected a Sea Mouse. Genus - Aphrodite)
Craig and Hamish* (*not his real name) came over from Glasgow. We all went for food at The Tron, pre-drinks at mine then party at Faye's.
Had a gorgeous night. Lots of drinking and lots of lovely people I hadn't seen in ages.
Did the splits again to prove to Ste and Tahlia that I could. Still painful.
Saturday.
Freddie came up from London, Cath from Newcastle.
We all watched the rugby, in a pub, with Scottish people. England won, I got very excited. Scottish people got shouty (but not at me, so all is good.)
Craig and Hamish went home.
Drank for a long time in the other flat, then went to Suzannah's.
Miranda sent Cath home for being too drunk.
I kinda lost my mind, went home and had a shouty-throw-things-at-the-wall kinda breakdown. (Many apologises to Richard and Ollie. Thank you to Pete.)
Sunday.
Miranda went to stay with family. The rest of us chilled at the other flat. Gavin played beautiful piano and Charlotte played beautiful violin.
I cooked pasta for everyone, Freddie left.
Me, Harry, Cath and Gavin went to see Life is Beautiful. SUCH A GOOD FILM. Cried, too much.
Then went home and played a violent game of Wizard with Cath and the flatmates.
Monday.
I went to lectures. Cath went home. Miranda came back.
I took her to visit Gav at the Art College. Then we went to the castle and the Writer's museum. Food at the other flat.
Then HMV Picturehouse with Miranda, the flatmates, Pete, Georgie and Charlotte. Saw Bwani Junction, Laki Mera and Field Music. Drank fearful quantities of Jagerbombs (cheapest drink at the bar) then went to the pub for more.
Tuesday.
Miranda went home. I go lectures. Princes Street with Georgie. Dinner at the other flat. Then Richard's bed for lots and lots of Community watching.
Wednesday.
FREE DAY.
Saw Good Will Hunting at Brass Monkey, went to life drawing and then dinner at Yocoko's with Pete. Lovely food, very cheap, large portions, good wine and free green tea.
Pulled a muscle in my thigh trying to kick Gavin in the head.
Thursday.
Well, that was today.
Lectures. Tutorial. Wrote blog.
DONE.
I realise that was essentially a diary. And I doubt you care.
Well, yeah. FUCK YOU.
It's been a nice week. If drunken, painful, and quite breakdowny-mental.
I seem to be losing my mind and have hence taken myself off the pill, too many hormones. That shit'll fuck you up.