December.

Um... it's mid December?  What the hell?
I can't believe I'm almost finished my first semester of university.
As much as I love life here so far, I cannot wait to get on that plane on Saturday.  I'm really looking forward to seeing my family over the holidays; not seeing them for months has made me realise how important my family is to me.
I'm looking forward to good food, plenty of laughs, sitting by the fire playing Scrabble with my mum, seeing my best friend again and generally not taking Christmas for granted as I have done every year previous to this one.

It is actually snowing outside my window as I type this, how cliche.
I have a massive To Do list pinned up that I need to complete before I go home in less than 48 hours (like cleaning the kitchen and emptying the rubbish, seeing as my flatmates are obviously allergic to doing things like this).

Last night we went out for our 'last night out before Christmas', and it was awful.  It was so busy in the club that we could not move, and kept getting stood on, elbowed, and other not-nice-things.  My friends kept calling me Scrooge, and they even bought me a black Santa hat that says Bah Humbug on it, because I won't get into the whole cheesy, over-the-top side of Christmas.  Anywhere, out of nowhere, some asshole pushed my friend over and she fell on her back right down to the ground.  As I leaned down to help her get back up, someone hit me in the eye.  For no reason.  As I went to the bar to get some water, someone stood on my foot in a stiletto heel, meanwhile my eye was throbbing and streaming.  Fed up, and feeling a bit messy in the head (not from drinking, I was sober), my friend and I decided to go home.  Unknowing to us, the friend that got pushed over had fainted twice, and so our other friends had to call paramedics to check her over, and they wouldn't leave her until about 3am.

So yeah, can't wait to get 'home'!

Beat.

A new Tesco girl.

I saw the most beautiful girl in the world today.
Dark hair styled in a mohawk, full sleeve tattoos, piercings similar to my own.
It was the hardest thing to just not stand there and look at her.
She served me in Tesco where I was buying alcohol.  Which, I realised too late, meant handing over my ID.  The one with the awful photo of me taken when I was seventeen.
How embarrassing.

Forget Morrison's; Tesco is where I'm buying all my groceries from now on.

Creative writing.

I am doing so much writing at the moment for uni, I love it. So far, I can definitely say this was the right choice for me.
We are working entirely from memories at the moment, and it's causing me to think about things I had forgotten had even happened, or small events I hadn't realised were significant in my life.
My work tends to be personal and written in memoir style; it's interesting to see how other people in my seminars write theirs.

I'm supposed to get feedback on my writing, so I was wondering if anyone reading this would like to read a piece I've written and let me know what they think?  It'll be very short, I promise, and you don't need to be any kind of expert, just someone who likes reading.  I'm kind of nervous, I don't like sharing my work, but I had to do it yesterday in my workshop, and my critic didn't hate it!

Hurricane Drunk by Florence & The Machine

I hope that you see me, 'cause I'm staring at you,
But when you look over, you look right through,
Then you lean and kiss her on the head,
And I never felt so alive, and so... dead.

Covered by Uh Huh Her.

Would I fall under that spell again?
I don't think so anymore, but I don't know what's written.
I'll be there anyway... call it love I guess, hotter than the sun.
You can appreciate that.

A very disjointed entry.

I'm finding it really hard to concentrate these past few days.
I have a lot of work to do and I just can't seem to get it done, then before I know it, it's due and I have a panic and rush it.  Then I get annoyed at myself for my work being substandard, and swear to do it in plenty of time the next time.  But this is the next time, and I'm not doing it in plenty of time!

I don't know what's wrong with me.

For one of my modules we are required to keep a daily journal, writing between 350-400 words each day, and I'm hating it.  Yes, I love blogging, and I keep a personal journal, but this one for uni is being forced and I don't enjoy it at all.  I only update my blog or personal journal when I feel I have something to say, or need to vent, or whatever.

I'm loving life in general here, though.
A few friends back home keep asking if I've met any 'nice girls' yet, obviously assuming that because I am in a new city there will be hundreds of girls at my disposal.  I have met none!

L has been texting, in particular last night.  She phoned numerous times and I just ignored the calls.
It's the same stuff, "I miss you. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made. My friends all told me not to but I did it anyway, and now I regret it every single second of every day. I wish you were in the same country as me right now so I could talk to you in person. That day we met in Starbucks I had a list of things I wanted to say to you but I didn't." etc.
Well excuse me, but I begged her to meet up time and time again during the break-up, and she refused.  Even if we were in the same country, I wouldn't be meeting her.  This was always a big problem for me; she would never talk about issues, and in the end it broke us up.

I haven't heard from B in about a week and a half.  I'm not even surprised.

Despite what I said at the start of this entry about having no concentration, I need a distraction!  Not a distraction from my uni work, but one from all this other shit.  And by distraction, I mean a girl.  Preferably one who won't fuck me around?

I'm going to have a hot shower and then try again to do some work.