Today I woke at 10:40 in a bed. Not my bed but neither the less I was alone again.

Monday night at the student union was somehow another amazing night.
I was a little bit cheggered to say the least.
Who would have guessed that you could win champagne and easter eggs just from dancing to S Club.

Today's question... Why do girls feel the need to but in to their friends social disagreements?
Having spent a large proportion of last night trying to explain to housemates why I do not feel the need to make up with stupid immature girls that blank me in class and can only contact me via friendster and then only yo tell me that I have changed and not for the better.
Me being me said that life was too short and that I do not have time for stupid fat slags who are old enough to know better.

On a happier note I am so hung over I could literally be sick now on this keyboard.

I have to write an essay today on bead head hair products. The joys of university.

I have just been to Super Oxfam and got some really nice 80's nikes for 99p. I feel a lot better.

Have fun and remeber... better late that pregnant.