Indie Indians

Last night at the union, Kirsten and I were looking our best, the indie kids that we are.

Boys have all the power here knowing that everyone around them's up for a shag.

I bumped in to my fellow coursemate Kirsty!

"You look good"

"You look better"

I made my early accounting class, soon I'll head off to Psychology.

I need aspirin.

P.S. There was one good looking guy on the dance floor,

my friend tells me he's gay.

I need to get a gaydar.

Back in Class

Classes started yesterday,

most of my Non-Specialist Accounting classes are early.. and it's not exactly light, fuzzy, cozy stuff - like a blanket - that you'ld want at 9am in the morning. But we're a small class, so it should be alright.

Then I got to see what my Economics class was like - strict but good teacher. Good news is I won't need to attend the next 5 classes since they're on basic maths skills.

Went to the gym yesterday and hopefully I'll have time to fit in a class of "Sleek Physique" before class.

Tonight will be smashing - band practice, party in West Park, skint at the union.

Kudos to Kirsten!

The Freshman Five

Lucozade Energy, FruitSalad, doubleDecker, kinder Chocolate, Hobnobs. F-A-T girl.

I now understand how people manage to put on those extra pounds when they start Uni. I've gotten crazily lazy lately and seem to have to developed a sweet tooth, especially when I study, I reward myself with something sweet, staying focused on the sugar rush.

Yay, and finally I fixed my 'puter.

Confusing

Today has been boring. I quit smoking a couple days back. What else is there? Especially in Dundee.

Flatmates & Cunts

In my room, at my desk, that's were I ought to stay for the next couple of hours.

I'm pissed off and I need to study. Not a good combination. And I just had a Corona. Christ. God. Earplugs.

Waste of Time & Money

Shopping spreee at Overgate yesterday. Keepers: top from Topshop, necklace from New Look.



Fashion.

The best quote from yesterday with the lamest intentions (Jamie):

"Kate Moss is almost skinnier than you!"

I have to sort my shit out. I missed the psychology experiment I was signed up for today. I feel really bad about it. I am a lame person. I hit the "snooze button" on my new alarm clock. Jesus. It doesn't have a snooze button. Better get ready for class.

Bagels & Istanbul

@ Notting Hill Gate coming home from shitty work at a posh restaurant in Mayfair, London, about 4 weeks ago, mid August.

Yes. I went to the student shopping spree night at the Overgate shopping centre in Dundee. Spent a fortune. Then discovered my student loan was in. Not as devastated. But still returning items that I may or may not look too voluptuous in. I am one curvy skinny girl. That's what my new high waisted skirt tells you.

Then. I got drunk in my flat. Started dancing. Energy bubbling inside me wanting to get out. My flatmates doing fuck all (?) Chatting in the hallway. I felt lonely in the kitchen with Fraser drinking my Strongbow and dreaming about someone else. I wanted to party.

Kirsten is my favorite flatmate. We have the same *drive. I ate chips that other people payed for. I payed for a lot of skirts and jeans and shoes today. Goodnight I guess is what I'm trying to say? I'm scheduled for a psychology experiment tomorrow 11 am. I will be a total tool.

Vomit & Exemption

Save the day like J & E [@ Mono during Fresher's week]

There is vomit in the stairway and I got exempted from the first two weeks of IT class! Without having the required Office programs to ace the test. Thanks to my flatmate Jamie.

My eye is better thanks to EunYi - "don't touch your eye!"

I forgot the basics, I who thought myself old and wise.

Red Eye & Death of a Mobile

@ The Foundry, Shoreditch, London. ca 2 weeks ago, late August - early September

I have had class for a week, I'm into my second. No hard work. Just drinking and smoking.

I'm getting bored. I came here to amend brain damage, not to encourage any further blows to my pretty head.

I eat well, I exercise when I'm not sick. But apart from that I've been killing my body.

14 units a week? 14 units a night. I have developed a Scottish tolerance for alcohol.

But drinks at the Union are cheap. I'll stay rich or die tryin'.

My eyes are dying and my phone is dead. I'm too cheap to buy a new one. I'll force myself tomorrow. Nothing is ever good enough. Everything is too expensive or ugly.

Pharmaceuticals and alcoholic beverages are cheap here. Eye drops - £1.46. Smirnoff Vodka - £10.

I am going to a pub crawl tonight if my squeaky stomache and red eyes will let me. I don't want to freak anyone out.